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cause_n	wonder_n	world_n	year_n	28	3	3.9236	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55479	Mundorum explicatio, or, The explanation of an hieroglyphical figure wherein are couched the mysteries of the external, internal, and eternal worlds, shewing the true progress of a soul from the court of Babylon to the city of Jerusalem, from the Adamical fallen state to the regenerate and angelical : being a sacred poems / written by S.P., Armig.	Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?; Pordage, John, 1607-1681.	1661 (1661)	Wing P2974; ESTC R19164	225,779	377

Sapience imbue Those Arts it gives are Sacred and by this A true Philosopher the Eater is In former Dayes this Fruit has frequent been VVith Mortals though it now is scarcely seen Upon the Earth for faithlesse they do call All Geocy that 's supernatural As if that God in Earth resign'd his Right Had unto Hell or that his glorious Might VVere to be ty'd unto the poor dimention Of shallow Man's more shallow comprehension This Art indeed to Man is scarcely known For at his back he has the Substance thrown For to embrace meer shadows or what 's worse Arts which upon their Students pull a Curse VVhat 's all the Knowledge that the World affords But empty shadows vain and windy VVords This Art deserves the Name of Art alone Although to Man it be so little known In which are Depths unfathomable Seas VVhere greatest Wits may swim and if they please In which is something more than Notions and Things that with the sublimest Wits may stand Great Miracles this Magic-Art affords Not caus'd by joyning superstitious words But in the true Name of Iehovah all Wonders are done if truly magical But what 's the Reason that this Art is lost And with it all true Sapience almost Now in this latter but yet wicked Times 'T is Man who hath obscur'd it with his crimes And subtle Sathan by his cunning who The Name of wisdom makes a Bug-bear too Since Simon spoil'd the Name of Magus all Hell's Necromancers they Magitians call A Name of Glory once though now the same Is by the World us'd as a Brand of shame What makes the World suppose that there can be No VVonder done but by Necromancy No action that is metaphysical But men suppose it Diabollical What makes them that they do themselves deceive And that there 's Magic that 's divine believe Will not 't is cause the worldly Wise have sought To find it out and have effected nought How many are there who have sought to find This sacred Fruit yet they have proved blind And by the Devils subtle tricks have been Turn'd from the Path when they were rightly in Some they two dozen years have sat or more And were as wise then as they were before Reading so long until they could not see The moldy Volumns of Antiquity Toying amongst that antiquated ware To find the Stone of the Philosopher But such because they sought and sought in vain VVith Lies maliciously the Truth arraign And 'cause they missed have their Aym thy cry There 's no such thing a meer deceit A ly Such great Ablep●ie doth in others brain Lye that they cannot see though it be plain Before their eyes and though it couched be In mystic and yet plain Philosophy True Books they have but yet their blinking mind Among those Truths cannot the true way find No Philosophic VVritings but they pore Upon them read and turn them o're and o're Plato they o're and o're so often turn 'Till with their Thummings he 's in pieces worn And so they also with their fumbling fists Mouze all to pieces twenty Tresmegists Then Plotinus so often is turn'd o're And sullied that they can read no more At last their Patience being worn thred-bare VVith Aristotle they contented are And on his Metaphysics groveling lye Or soar no higher than the starry Sky Having in him once mounted a degree Philosophers in fashion then they be Then these are wise men why because they know The natural causes of some things below Not thus content they wrangling Sophists turn And at true wise men and true Wisdom spurn But others with an Apetite canine Fall to the Aegyptian mysterie divine Couch'd in their Hieroglyphics but such bones They find to pick that wearied for the nonce They cry these painted pictures of deceit Were only made Philosophers to cheat That under them no mysteries do lye Of Learning nor yet of Divinity Thus vainest Fools do still calumniate Those sacred Reliques which they cann't come at Barking against them in an angry tune Like churlish Currs that bait the fair-fac'd Morn Another sort as wise as all the rest Their wits with the Arabian wise men feast And all the modern Wise men where with pains And diligence they strive to crack their Brains Geber so oft mark'd with their nails is spil'd And Lully with black interlines is fil'd Arnold and Riply with an hundred more Are with notes in the margent scribled o're From these now having gain'd a Theory They practice for the stone in Alchimie And having vapour'd all their Coyn in smoak Their good Opinion of the Stone revoke Of whom some cry to others that they should No longer be with vain Opinions fool'd For by experience wofully they find There 's no such Stone And why because they 'r blind But others of them who more spitefull are Because that they themselves deceived were Turn base Impostures and the simple cheat By many a jugling and prestigious feat Thus by imposture full of filthy shame They bring on Chymic Arts an odious Name Others of them do full as bad or worse Cheating mens Wits as these do cheat their Purse For these desiring for to get a Name No matter how so they can purchase Fame Would fain be thought for to have gain'd the Stone Which they forsooth will give to every one Out of their charity but lest profane Men and unworthy should this purchase gain They must write in an aenigmatic style Where they with simple sopperies beguile Their studious Readers and in mystic guise Without controul invent a thousand Lies Then imitating some Philosophers Who might have Truths divine couch'd under theirs They talk of Dragons black and green and Red Of mystic Virgins being brought to Bed Of maidens Milk of Caput Mortuums Of black turn'd white then when the blessing comes Their admonitions unto secresie Wish such like stuff and simple soppery Where Men may sooner find a Mine of Gold Than in such Books a line of sence behold Which being seen the World cryes on them shame And 'cause of them all mystic Writings blame Thus by impostures tricks and Knaveries The Truth 's intangled with obscurities But others thinking these choyce Fruits to gain With tedious lucubrations and pain Have courted Princely Plolomie to show Them in what place among the Stars they grow Then into Haly greedily they pry And search the shining Records of the Sky Visit the Poles and all the Planets and Those Volumns penn'd by the Almightie's Hand But missing there the thing they sought for they Out of vexation fling their Books away Or else turn Prophets and prognosticate Of Winds Rains snows Subjects and Rul●rs fate Who broaching ignorantly grosse mistakes Make the Art evil spok'n of for their sakes Others there are which for this Fruit do seek In the Meanders of Arithmetic Into those deep Arcana's down they dive In Number 's grave burying themselves alive Those speak by Figures and by nodds least they Breaking their silence should themselves betray

degenerate That Miracles are ceas'd dost praedicate E're since the World did from a Chaos spring Upon its Theatre God still did bring His acts of Wonder spreading them abroad As Witnesses to all there was a God All ages of the World can testifie Those matchless Wonders of the Dcity But why less frequent in these later times Is cause of Mortals unbelieving Crimes Faith now is wanting whosoever hath That may do Wonders with a grain of Faith Rocks may be mov'd the Seas divided and Earth's floted o're the Ocean made dry Land Man's unbelief and much unworthiness Has caus'd exuberant Miracles to cease But yet these later dayes so barren grown Are not but they true miracles have shown The Romish Church although Priests oft●n fain Some through the cursed thirst of rotten gain True miracles has seen O Man despise Not all because some Priests have forged Lyes For nothing is to thee more dangerous Than to say what God doth Belzebub does But to that pass men now adayes are grown That they no miracles at all will own But if ought pass beyond their apprehension They strait cry out it is black Hel's invention As if th' Immortal King to Hell had given The glorious Wonder-working Power of Heaven Or had resign'd to him his right or swore Never to shew his Arm of Wonders more Long shall not Man retain these thoughts for why As Lightning breaketh th'rough the Crystal Sky So shall miraculous Wonders have a birth And with new Light illuminate the Earth And shew that Heav'n's Mag●tians can do More than Belzebub or his Mag● too For those who eat shall on these fruits you see Shall only God's true sacred Magi be And these shall make them so thou shalt be one Their several virtues therefore shall be shown Seest thou that Dish those fruits in Scarlet dy'd Who seem to brave it in Pomona's pride Such is their virtue that they far excel In giving Eloquence the Clarean Well Hermes himself less Eloquent shall be Than those whose Tongues these tip with swavity These tasted strait the Tongue-ty'd sweetly speaks And all impediments assunder breaks Tongues stammering strings are scru'd to Heav'nly strains The blattering Mouth the highest Measures gains They to the Eater straitwayes do dispence The divine accents of true Eloquence Rhetoric Honey through their Lips do speed And such are termed golden-Mouth'd indeed Their virtue 's ty'd not to one Tongue alone It the true Grammar of all Tongues makes known And in a Moment the unlearned'st Man Can teach the deepest Characters to scan And make him speak all Languages that are More smoothly than his own vernacular To Mose's Mouth the fluent A●●on this Fruit granted was for the Isachians Blisse This sacred Fruits high Virtue did imbue A many of the holy Prophets too Whereby in charming Notes they did diffuse God's sacred Word unto the stubborn Jewes The holy Spirit when in cloven flame He on the Heads of the Apostles came Touched their Tongues with this Fruits sacred juyce And of all Tougues they straitwayes had the use Such is the virtue of this matchlesse Fruit Unless by those that are adjoyning to 't But mark that next Dish where green Leaves inclose Fruit which in scarle● Robes out-braves the Rose So fulgent Rubies court and charm the eye When with clear Smuragds they invelop'd lye The Pestum flower peeps th'row her infant Skreen With paler bl●●hes wrap'd with duller green The jayce of these impregnates strait the Brain Not with discourses Kicksie nor with vain Disputes true Logic art it doth diffuse And teaches Syllogisms how to use For Heav'n's own int'rest True Dilemma's too Can by infusion to the Taster shew This doth the understanding purge the eye O' th' So●l the Mind from Motes do purifie This Reason doth illuminate and shews How the true Dialectic Art to use Reason's corruptions spots and fallacies This purgeth out and gives it purer eyes This giv●th Armes unto Truth 's Champions and Inables them in Dispute's Wars to stand This unto Paul was borne by some of us When He with Beasts battail'd at Ephesus By this at Athens to the Schoole he flew And th' Epicures and Stoicks overthrew With solid Arguments This means did show His persecutors how to overthrow The Iewish Rabbies Gentile Doctors Mute At last were made 'gainst him was no dispute That third Dish where in Seas of Beauties wallow The slick-skin fruits bestrip't with Red and Yellow Screening their Virtues in a double fold Of Crimson Satin and of yellow Gold The ground is Gold upon whose face is spread A thousand striplets of a grain-dy'd Red. That Dish contains fruit of unvalued prize Whose sacred virtue makes man truly wise That Magic makes and true Phi●●●hers That ●isdo● and true Knowledge still infers Those Fruits unlock the fast-shut Cabinet Of Nature and her Treasures open set Nature's true ●ewels rol'd in pitch do lye Not to 〈…〉 by an Heav'nly Eye And such an one these give an Eye that looks Upon and reads her most mysterious Books An Eye that thorow Neptune's Region goes And all things in his brinish Kingdom knows An Eye that walketh thorow all the Mines An Eye that to Earth's solid Centre shines An Eye which doth perspicuously see What virtues in all Vegitables be That the true Nature of all things that grow From the tall Cedar to the shrub doth know An Eye that from the Earth to Heav'n doth rise And rangeth th'rough the myst'ries of the Skies That views the stations of the Wanderers That sees the mansion of the Northern Bears That knows the nature of those glittering Fires That reads their Lectures and Heav'n's Hand admires That knows their good and evil influence They on the World and Mortals do dispence That knows the causes of all natural things Seas and Earth's motions and the Winds swift wing● The streaming Metours and the blazing Stars The hairy Comets sad predicts of Wars That truly sees and knoweth all the parts O' th' Ptolomic and Eucledean Arts. These sacred Fruits besides all these disclose Nature's hid Magic which th' unwise oppose The Ancients wisdom whereby they could do Things wonderful yet natural and true Not jugling tricks nor by ill Spirits might But by Dame Nature's just and sacred Light Almost extinct now in the World unknown 'Cause men have sought praestigiae of their own And following airy Notions caught the shade Whilst the true substance did their hands evade Such are the Virtues of these Fruits divine Which with such matchless lustrous Beauties shines Of these the Father of the Faithful eat Sucking true Wisdom from the blessed meat And those who liv'd nine Ages to descry The Planets dances i● the azure Skye Great Salomon that mighty Magus had His Wisdom and his Rnowledge from this food This sacred Fruit was lovely to his eyes For he this more than 's Crown or Gold did prize He wisely said For all things there a Time Was did but Mortals on the Earthly clime Exactly