resign Do what thou pleasest Lord with me For I am truly slain I being subject unto thee At thy dispose remain This is the state which Reason's foolish Schooles Do nominate the Paradise of Fools Because their high adored Deity Reason 's cast down and on the Earth must lye When the holy Ark enters the Temple then Dagon must fall and break his Neck so when Wisdom divine its Beauties doth display Upon our Souls Reason much pack away That is too shallow for to Comprehend Those things which WISDOM'S Wisdom doth Command It 's a false Judge and cannot truly see Beyond the dark Clouds of Moâ—tality The first degree in wisdom's sacred School Is to be Wise by first becoming Fool Fool to the Earthly Reason in Divine Wisdom a Wise man by subjection shine Mistake me not I 'l not have you put out The Souls bright Eye and so become a Bruit I 'ld not have Reason banished from Men Meer Animals indeed they would be then But that our Reason passe not those Bounds given To terminate it by the Hand of Heaven But that our Reason should its weaknesse own Confesse that Heav'ns Arcana's are unknown To her That her weak eyes cann't gaze upon The glorious splendor of bright wisdom's Sun And not to dare with a proud scrutiny To search Heav'ns secrets with her pur-blind eye Our eyes are Lights unto our steps but shoot Their Balls against the Sun he ' l put them out Reason's our Guide below but when she flees 'Gainst wisdom's Sun she loseth both her eyes Reason's illuminate and soar's on high When wisdom lendeth unto her an eye Then her eye passeth to the highest Sphear Searcheth the deeps and seeth Wonders there But before Reason can this eye attain She must acknowledge that her own are vain This Lesson now Heav'ns Pilgrim learn'd and He Subjects his Reason to Divinity He knows he must be born a new and then He knows he must become a Child agen With such Heav'ns Kingdom is implete you know Children are Innocent and harmlesse too They 'r pretty Lambs poor Tenderlings their eyes The seats of Innocence of Smiles the prize They have no wills you may do what you list To them they are not able to resist But if you hâ—rt them the defence you have Their Tongâ—â—s are which with cryes for pity crave Set them down here they cannot stir or go Till you remove them they no evil know The Devil cannot hurt them they defie With pretty Innocence his subtilty They know no guile they know no evil nor Sin They made fit for Heav'ns Mansions are The 〈◊〉 â—o such who gain the Child-like state 〈◊〉 hath already read their woful fate Thâ—se who offend such Babes had better be 〈◊〉 with a Milstone cast into the Sea They are his Care his tender Lambs who these Offend do highly Châ—ist himself displease Oâ—r truâ—-resign'd and child like Pilgrim now His to 〈◊〉 's highest will doth bow But whilst he at his Altar prostrate lyes His Angel speaking thus Commands him rise Arise thrice happy Pilgrim Let us still Proceed for that I 'm sure is Heav'ns Will Thou almost fitted art for to behold Those glories which by Tongues cannot be told Thâ—â—ce bow'd the Pilgrim not to him but God And on they went in Heav'ns illustrious Road. But by and by two flying Coursers brought Thither at th' Angels beck a Chariot Into 〈◊〉 they went no sooner seated they Were but th'row th' Ayr the Coursers Wings make way Earth 's left behind and now they launched are Into the calm Sea of the gentle Ayr. The Angels Pilot guide and Charoteer Who upward drives and from the Earth doth steer A place there is not view'd by mortal eyes Which 'twixt four Worlds just in the middle lyes Thither the Angel took his Course and on A rising Hill to Land his Chariot came Alighting there they mount unto the top Where was an antique Crosse erected up After the Pilgrim round had view'd the place And with his eyes su'd to know where he was The Angâ—l then his long-kept silence brake And this unto the holy Pilgrim spake This Hill on which thou stand'st doth lye between The four great Worlds from hence all may be seen Cast down thine â—ye that which thou seâ—st below Is th' outward World from which we came but now Where yoâ— ' dark mist is upon thy lest Hand The Devils dark internal World doth stand Where yon bright Light on thy right hand doth shine Is the Light World or Paradise divine Over thy head from whence that glory springs The Mansion is of the great King of Kings Th' Aeternal World and thither 't is I know Thou pressest and desiâ—ous art to go Th'rough Paradise the way doth thither lye Which e'r thou cann'st attain thou here must dye Here thou must crucified be for that Through Hell thou must passe e'r thou canst come at Blest Paradise and dangerous it is To passe th'rough Hell before you Death do kisse Death will disrobe thee of whatever may In Hell's dark Kingdom thy brave progresse stay Thou must to all things crucified be And no impediment retain with thee For if thou bearest any thing on which Wrath 's mighty King his iron claws may pitch He will torment thee and inforc'd by pain Thou to this Crosse return must back again Thou canst not passe his Kingdom until thou Thy Head to blessed Death dost freely bow For by this Death thou gain'st thy Saviour's blood Which thorow Hell thy passage will make good Wrath 's King may threaten then but dare not dâ— For 's eares the least of injuries to you But if thou ventur'st th'row his Kingdom and Noâ— Crucified here thou can'st not stand Thou se'st the Way now if thou can'st embrace A happy 〈◊〉 here is the Crosse and place Châ—â—st made Death easie fear not then to dye But let this Mount be thy Mount CALVARY This said the Angel bid the place adiew And th'row the smooth ayr in the Chariot flew Leaving the Pilgrim to encounter Death And to gain Life by yieldâ—ng mortal breath The Pilgrim being left alone unto The Crossâ— he ran and his sweet lips did glew Unto its hard sides from his mouth there came Blessings and hearty kâ—â—â—es mix'd with them About its sides his grasping armes did twine Enclosing it as Elmes the tâ—nder Vine Bless'd instrument by Death of Life cry'd he Man's gain Hel's pain losse to Mortality The zeal of Heav'n the blessed sâ—oyl of sin The Key that shuts Hell out and lets Heav'n in The Way to glory and of Crowns the gain The Bar to Death and everlasting pain To Death but 't is of Flesh and Sin the Way The Road to Life and everlasting Ioy. Come Death come Death I now prepared am To Dye Come nail me to this Crosse O come Come strike me with thy killing Dart for I To give the Ghost up of mortality Of Flesh of Sin do long Come here 's my Heart Prepared to receive thy
killing Dart. Thou shalt slay me but when I yield my breath I Victor am for my last foe is Deaâ—h DEATH then appear'd though terrible he seem To others doth he pleasing shew'd to him 'T was not the common Deafh that takes away The little breath we in this world enjoy T was not that heap of Bones that frightful Death Which digs mens graves and robs them of their breath That slays whole thousands every Day and feasts His fleshlesse Carcasse both on Men and Beasts No 't was another Death which yet would seem To some more terrible and sierce than him This Death 's both foe and Friend a foe to all The sinful Man Friend to the Spiritual This kills the sinful Man but durifies The outward slayeth that this rectifies The sinful Man trembled to see the â—ace Of Death and his vile execution place O how he strugled but it was in vain The Pilgrim scorn'd him longer to retain His willing armes he gave to Death who straight Both Feet and Hands with Nailes did perforate And fix'd them to the Crosse and there upon That Tree to true mortification He did attain the Flesh the World and Sin Was slain all which so long alive had been This dying Swan now drawing near his end In such sweet notes his latest breath did spend Vain world adieu No more on you I le cast my dying eyes This sacred crosse Than all your drosse To me 's a greater prize Vain Flesh be gone No longer on Your Beauties will I dote The World and you I bid adieu To sail in Death's safe boat Too long I 'ave been Alive to Sin But now upon the Crosse That life I 'le leave And Death receive Yet gain Life by Life's losse I have o'rethrone Temptation And often giv'n the soil But now I 'le quell The Root of Hell And 's nest in my breast spoil By me hath sia Resisted been But now its root I will Though by the strise I lose my life For growing ever spill My Feet are nayld Affections quail'd Unto this Crosse my Hands My active Life Now ceaseth strife Are bound with iron bands Refined things May take their wings And speed to others now I passive am And dead become To live I know not how My Face grows pale My Spirits fail My dying breath doth flye Hast Death I pray Take life away For I do long to dye Death at these words struck th'rough his tender heart And Life and death at one stroke did impart Rivers of sinful blood ran down from his side The sinful Nature groaned thâ—ice and dy'd Flesh left the stroke and was enforc'd to yield And to triumphing Death bequeath the Field Thus he to Blood resisted and did share In this first Death nor doth he others fear Now he has tasted this By this who fall Fear not th' Eternal nor the Natural A pleasing Victim on the Crosse he lay Heav'ns Sacrifice and Death's most blessâ—d prey Go Hell and tempt him now with sugard Pills Thrice gild thrice dulcifie your bitter ills Use all your Art use all your Eloquence Conjoyn your Words and your false Excellence Go all conspire in one him to deceive See if he ' l either hear you or believe Your subtle prating Strength and policy Together knit with all your subtilty And see if either will admission gain Away all your endeavours are in vain Do not not you see he 's dead think you that he Then with your subtilties will moved be Go spread a Table and set on the Board The choysest vyands fruitful Earths afford A thousand Cups with all her pleasures fill Tempt him and see if eat or drink he will Away vain Ideots you have lost your prize Hell and the World 's cousen'd when Man thus dies O blessed Death that seals our eyes our eaâ— Our mouth that they nor tast nor see nor hear Can what Hell gives or shews or speaks to us Thrice happy Man whom this blest Death frees thus A dead Man 's wholly passive what you list You may do to him he cannot resist So here our Pilgrim dead upon the Crosse At the disposal of his Father was And truly mortifi'd he hangeth on The Crosse until the â—ngel takes him down Th' Heav'nly Nuncio with Peace's Olive bough And with victorious Palmes and Laurels flew From the Aetherial Court a wreath he brought Which cann't be by Earth's Gold and Silver bought It was a Branch of purest Gold which he Commissionated pull'd from Lifes fair Tree To make a Garland for the Pilgrim's Head And happily to crown with Life the Dead One Hand bore this as precious a thing And 's Sacred he in 's other Hand did bring A garment 't was of Scarlet dy'd in grain Whose Tyrian blushes Virgins blushes stain The Pinks and Roses as he passed by Hung down their heads to see a better dye Blushed for shame but growing pale with spite They being outvy'd themselves disrobed quite This Garment tincted was in that blest Blood That Crimson spring that deep dy'd Scarlet flood Which flow'd from Iesu's sacred side when he Dy'd that the sinful World might saved be The Ermin-lined Purple which doth lye Solely upon the back of Majesty Though cover'd over with Avacan Gemms To this rich Robe a simple Garment seems Man though he 's cloath'd is naked without this With this cloath'd though he 's naked cloathed is Unto the Crosse's foot the Angel came And with his lovely eyes considers him He sees the Pilgrim dead the sinful man Flesh and its Members crucifi'd and slain No gashly sight this was Death not enhance Did those fresh glories of his countenance This Death although h' had made him freely bleed Wrapt not his Body in his sheets of Lead His eyes were sweetly clos'd his cheeks did look Like those of the departing Feavour-struck A dying Fire seemed there to lye Which able was to court the nicest eye From thence the helpful Angel takes him down And with the Golden wreath of Life doth Crown His pious Temples on his Head he pours Out of transparent Viols crystal showers Pure water taken from the Fount of Blisse Which every Limb from head to foot doth kisse Which cleanseth every Limb and part And so The Stone 's deep black converted is to snow Stript naked of his former rags upon His back he puts the bloody Garment on A Noble colour White is turn'd to red The Work 's now almost throughly finished Thus cloath'd and drest to Life the Pilgrim came Another Man and yet the very same He look'd as if he were new born agen His eyes saw now what he had never seen His wandring Orbs on every thing do passe As if enquiring in what place he was He saw a Region which his eyes ne'r did Before behold The Region was hid Before but now lay open to his view His speaking eyes the willing Angel drew For to declare what place it was He brake Silence and thus unto the Pilgrim spake Locus Purgatorius inter
Heaven For the first Principle alone makes Hell But Heaven when the Second in 't doth dwell The first is to the second even as The Fire which makes the glowing weik to blaze From whence proceeds the Light the Ioy the Blisse That in the high Aeternal Heaven is Here in this Sphear those mighty Wonders be Which 〈◊〉 the sporting of the Deity Themselves disâ—lay Wonders indeed they are Which do exceed Man's comprehension far Here'tis that God himself t' himself displays From whence the sence arises up in â—oys A thousand thousand things for aye arise AEternal Waters and Eternal Sâ—ies Hence Paradâ—â—e and the internal Orbs Do cloath themselves in their illustrous Garbs Should all the Stars for Counters serve they were Too few to number all the Wonders here Whilst I am wrap'd in meditating them I am amaz'd amazement stops my Pen. Here Loves and Glories do unite in one Here is that three-times sacred Union 'Twixt God and Man betwixt the Deity And the immaculate Humanity From whence the Lillies and the Wonders grow From whence the Joyes of Love and Blisse do flow This is the marriage of the sacred Lamb The Soul returneth here from whence it came With the additions of Aeternal Blisse SOPHIA to the Soul united is The Soul to Her the virgin Body here Such are the Joyes and Blisses of this Sphear Man of all Worlds is an Aepitomy And with all Worlds that are he doth agree Ah why should th' outward Captivate him so As he the rest should not so truly know That ah pâ—epostrous th' outward World should have Most rule in Him and all the rest in slave Or hide them from his eyes so deeply that He thinks those Worlds and He are separate The outer Case of Flesh doth represent The outer world in which the others vent Themselves th' internal worlds themselves do spread About the Heart th' Eternal in the Head So are they plac'd in Man and so they be In th' inner ground as all the Wise do see All outer pleasures of the World do stretch Themselves but to the Flesh and do but reach The outer sences Carnal pleasures flow In lower Regions and are left below Th' internal worlds are open'd in the Breast There Paradise and all its Joys exprest Are there likewise the darker Worlds harsh source It self in Anguish and in pain doth force The sence of feeling lyeth in that part And Paradise doth open in the Heart But what from this Eternal Sphear is shown Within the Centre of the Head 's made known For there the eye and ear are manifest To which all sights and heav'nly sounds exprest Are all the Wonders of this higher Sphear When they are shown are manifested there This is a Mist'ry unto those that know No other Worlds but this out world below But to our Pilgrim let us now return Whose progress shall to those who will not spurn The Truth make known some Myst'ries of this Sphear Which may be shown but those that thus appear For scorners sakes a little vail'd must be And yet our Vailes are made of Tiffany So that an Eye not altogether blind The sence and meaning of our words may find Our happy Pilgrim who in Paradise In Blisse and pleasure in Love's bosom lies Feeling those pleasures that do scorn annoy And breathing in the Fire of purest Joy Doth Heav'n already as it were possess Seated in Blisse and crown'd with Happinesse But Love's immortal Prince doth now relate To him the glory of an higher state He being fitted by the Prince of Love For this ascension now must farther Move O here it lyes not in the Will of Man For one step selfly forward move he can Not here it must be Iesus he alone Conveighs the Soul to this Caelestial Throne Who whilst 't is wholly passive swiftly whurl'd Is in Love's Coach into th' Eternal World The silver Clouds of Paradise do meet In a Conjunction and at Iesu's feet Conspire who with the Pilgrim back those clear Clouds mounting thence into th' Eternal Sphear But e're the Pilgrim went the Graces all Approaching him into his Lap let fall Their Royal bounties all desiring He T' accept those small Presents would pleased be For by their virtue he his subjects might Rule seated in his Royal Throne aright FAITH gave her golden Shield beset with Gemnis Whose sight Hel's mighty Monarch fears it seems As much as Mortals did that Buckler dread On which was pourtray'd curs'd Medusa's Head For when so e're he spies that glorious Shield Screeching and howling he deserts the Field A golden Anchor he receiv'd from HOPE Which not the force of Hell could e'r pull up When once 't was fix't upon the Billows ride He safely could and all Hel's storms abide Without the least of Danger and by this In mid'st of Stormes h' in mist of safety is ZEAL brought a Sword whose hilt with glittering Gold Shan from whose two-edg'd blade flames sprightly rold The Stygian Princes flesh no Weapon but This terrible two-edged Sword can cut This is the Sword of the bless'd Spirit and Hell for his furies can its force withstand A Royal Miter profer'd PIETY Which Crown'd the Pilgrim's royal brows on high The Helmet of Salvation it was O'relaid with Gold and fram'd of solid Brass Which all Hel's Thunderbolts could never pierce Nor all his shafts though they were ne'r so fierce COURAGE a Breast-plate gave of solid Steel Through which he Hel's black Arrows could not feel Of Righteousness it was whose shining glass Retorted Hel's black shafts into his face So that the more he seeks to wound his foes The more by 's own shafts shall his damage grow True IOY a Royal Robe presented where All Paradise's flowers embossed were Love fram'd the stuff and Innocency wrought Into true True-Love-Knots all that Ioy brought This Robe could not defiled be with sin If Hell flings Durt on 't it fals off ag'en An upright Staff UPRIGHTNESS gave for guide A golden pair of Compâ—sses beside By which all Actions measur'd ought to be Beyond whose bounds his steps ought not to flee Whilst by that Staff and Compasses he goes Hell nor the World did dare his Way oppose TRUTH she presented him the sacred Writ In which he might behold all things that fit Were to be done and what to be eschew'd HUMILITY a Van to sift the Proud Actions and Thoughts to sift the Chaff and the Cockle from the bright Wheat of Purity OBEDIENCE a silvet wheel presented By which all adverse Thoughts to be tormented Were and all Actions that did Rebels prove Unto the Laws and Crown of sacred Love By which close-grinding Wheel the flowr was ta'ne From the enclosure of the fruitless Bran. But RESIGâ—ATION gave a golden Crosse In which contain'd was not one grain of dross Love's glorious badge where all Opposers dy'd And where all humane Wills were crucifi'd A Crosse on which who hung were mounted ev'n From Death to Life from Earth to highest Heav'n 〈◊〉 WISDOM gave a
For usual scouts to scare black shades and Nights Hobgoblins Lemures Ast'ral spirits to talk About the fiâ—lds some in Church yards to walk Ghosts Fairies Night-mares dark tâ—â—icula's Affrighting Spectres haunting Empâ—saâ—â— Cadds airy Dâ—mons strange Phaâ—tâ—sms and Legions of other sp'rits to fill the band Press closer numerous swarm your ranks disclose Let yoâ— ' brave Princes nigher draw repose My chiefest strength in them I do for us With man their fight will still be cominus I know they 'r active you great Daemons show Them where to fight let them alone to do Do you dispose them let the aiâ—y Prince Cast mans natâ—vity then learn from thence His inclinations then may you choose Which of these Princes you had best to use Which will most fitting be where one cann't come Another may and have a spacious room Brave Pride who art so like to us you shall Be constitute Lieutenant General Next under thee let Envy march to thee Grand Avarice the third allotted be Then furious Wrath Dispaire and Ielousie March with your bands and let Idâ—latry Go next Adâ—li'â—y Lyâ—â—g 〈◊〉 Lust Luxury 〈◊〉 march you next to these 〈◊〉 your â—wy-sac'd bands in order Seâ— them march after Perjury and Murther 〈◊〉 and Blaâ—phemy your charge is thus By any means to gain Man's Soul to us Take all advantages and bravely fight Against our Foes the Troops of Love and Light I need to say no more nor need I fear But I shall overcome all Men when here I see such mighty powers who can withstand Your mighty â—orces and Hel's powerful Band Go and the World poâ—â—â—â—â—e I doubt not now But Man to us and Love's Prince too shall bow The Sâ—ygian Princes bow their snaky heads And Joy their Captain in their Faces reads â—o they 〈◊〉 and from 〈◊〉 sulph'ry throats Belch oâ—t ten thousand loud confused notes Then from their Centâ—e thousand Myriads go Of teter Sâ—ygian Bands where here below The Earth thâ— ayr and the vast hollownesse Betwixt the Ceruâ—le â—ky and Earth possesse They do And all coâ—bin'd are to annoy Man and his Soul immortal to destroy Black 〈◊〉 triumphing with a sable Bow 〈◊〉 Earth with armes displayed marcheth too Where murthering Hag her skilful hand to try With satâ—l Darts made Abel's life to â—â—ye The 〈◊〉 that ever yielded mortal breath Tâ—â— first that ever felt the Dart of Death And thus this World her misery indu'd Which guilty Adam's crime and Sin pursu'd Can Man escape such powers as these can he In tasety sleepâ— or one poor minute be Secure what can defend him from these armes Or who repel mâ—y Sathan's threat'ned harmes Spirits encounter Spirits must The Light â—orlâ— that aloâ—â— must match the dark Worlds might The Prince of Love of Light of Peace of Truth Beholds poor Man and his sad state with Ruth And tho Man's guilt brought down this sad distresse He Love immense doth still to him expresse And lest that mighty Wrath his Soul devour He will protect him with his mighty Power Heav'n's brighter Bands he therefore Convocates And thus his Royal Will to them relates Blest Princes of this lighter World and ye Vast Troops indu'd with immortality Know Man for whom a Paradise we made By his own folly is to Wrath betray'd He hath deserted us this happy Realm Hath lost now misery doth overwhelm Him and our Image in obscurity Doth buried by the World 's grosse Spirit lye Wrath's Principle hath poysoned the Earth Spoyl'd Paradise with his infectious Breath He now triumphs But what lose we 't is Man That suffers most for his own folly then Shall we desert him leave him to his Foe Strict Iustice might but Love cannot do soâ— Can fier cool or can cold Water burn No more can I from this my nature turn Nor his neglect nor his strange follies move May me to Wrath. O no! I still am Love My nature cannot change I pity have I must I will endeavour Man to save So long as he my Image doth retain Although obscur'd â—le seek him to regain To me and that immortal spark divine Shall like the Sun in its fair splendor shine Can I the Principle of Wrath dethrone Out of his heart and th'out Worlds he 's my own Wrath's Principle although he triumphs now One day again shall to our Powers bow The Earth a Paradise shall be and then All things shall turn to Harmony agen My Foe shall then be captivate Man shall Most happy live upon the outward Ball. Six dayes first past must be that principle Thousands of souls shall to its centre pull I' th' intrim I mans nature too must take My self and dy that I wraths power may breakâ— This I 'le effect such love to man I bear We are as strong as wrath we need not fear His fires our waters shall put ouâ— our Dove Shall fight his Dragon Nought's so strong as Love Noâ— Death nor Hell can conquer it The wrath Already sent hath his black Legions forth Into the Earth Poor man 's in danger hast Unto his succour Let your Troops be plaâ—'t â—ust opposite unto those teter bands Which Hells 〈◊〉 commands Arch-Prince of Angels MICHAEL of all Heavens brighter Legions be thou General Conduct our forces to Earths Orb and there Oppose the Dragoâ— bid man not to fear His â—â—ygian crue Do thou match Satan and To his dark troops oppose thy brighter band Maintain thou Love and Iustice 'gainst his might Do thou with equal force and valour fight â—ll heaven's Host attend thee shall and let Some powerful Angel o're the stars be set To let their male-conjunctions and thence For to direct their better influence Unto the Earth to cause the seasons due Unto the Earth her pleasures to renue And thou Mittatron thy strong Legions place In rank and order 'gainst Baalzebubs face Do you unite whilest he doth discord move Conjoyn thou all in amity and love Whilst that he causes Battails Plagues and Dearth Thou peace and health and fructiâ—ie the earth Next Caphtiel 'gainst Belial thy foe With Myriads of brighter Angels go Illuminate man's minde and make him see For his distraction Belial's policie His stranger fancies cause to vanish quite And of my goodnesse let him have a sight Go Iophiel and hinder Python's force Obstruct his vile infatuating source Exhibit truth to Man open his eyes That he may clearly see grosse Python's lies Ten thousand Legions take thou Ptsadkiel And bravely meet the firy Asmodel Be thou as well as he concomitant With Princes keep them that they may not vaunt Of their high state Let Pride and Cruelty Be banish'd from them let humâ—lity Supply their place whilst that he raiseth jars Cause Amity oppose thy Peace to Wars Bright Prince Uriel flags of light display And 'gainst Meriri with thine march away Stop thou his full carrer and se that you With wisdome and true happinesse endue Man give him eyes to see perfection If that with us he will have union Coelestial Rapâ—iel
sins to thee Thou hast committed 'gainst our Majesty And ouâ— most dear Son Granted from ABOVE Sent by Belief and sealed by gracious LOVE Down on his knees he falls his eyes directs To Heav'n and both his clasped Hands erects On high Dear Saviour cries he out O how My prostrate Soul doth to thy Mercy bow Lord what am I that thou should'st supplicate For me poor worm and from my sad estate Into a Blisse not thought on ravish me O Iesu Thy Love is immense I see O how I feel the blest Effects of thy Blest Mediation To thy wounds I flye Those sacred wounds from which a Crimson tide Of Sanctifying healing Blood did glide By which thou hast appeas'd the Wrath of God From me averted his chastizing Rod And gain'd this Pardon for my sins Oh! how I o're my soul do feel it gliding now How sweet it is my melting Soul now could Dissolve and Die a thousand Deaths it would For thee my Saviour That I ever sinn'd It me repents against so sure a Friend Oh now I see how I resisted have Against those motions that desir'd to save Me from my sins how sensible I am Of my defaults and now how full of shame Am I but thou hast pardon'd all On fire My heart is now to dye I long Require Now what thou wilt I ready am and will What e'r it be tho ne'r so hard fulfill Ah Monsters sins on you my eyes I wink Oh! how I loath you when I on you think I now abhor you and as monsters do Lest ye devour my Soul shun all of you But Christ has pardon'd what I did commit Now Eyes pour forth your Tears of Joy for it Break up new springs and from your watry Cel Rivers and Seas of joyful tears expel These are not bitter like your other cryes If He priz'd them he these will better prize Those flow'd from Grief but these from Joy do flow By 〈◊〉 returns of Love these greater grow These not from sin but from blest Ioyâ—s do spring Tho' signes of â—rief yet gales of Comfort bring When barren grow of lympid Tears my eyes Their want O breast supply with groâ—ns and sighs Caus'd y the drawing in of what I long For Pâ—aâ—ses ever sit upon my tongue All my Soul's faculties to him still move Who so immensly hath and doth thee Love Whilst thus he chaunts upon his bended knees The song of Praise he at a distance sees Tâ—o striving with an equal pace to gain The place where he was Wings the one sustain With which she cuts the gentle ayr her feet Scarce touch'd the Earth th' other with garments light As ayâ— painted with Anchors was adorâ—â—d And 's swiftly ran and both os if they scorn'd To be out-vy'd by Eurus swimming came Unto the place where he was Crimson shame Perch'd on his cheâ—ks when he perceiv'd they were Two Heav'nly Nymphs and that they both did share Their free embraces 'bout his neck The Dames Perceiving it discovered their Naâ—es VVe are two Sisters FAITH and HOPE they cry'd VVho from th' Imperial Towr's are sent to guide And to support thee in this way should'st thou Selfly adventure here without us two Thou 't quickly languish Hope will thy desire Nurse up and keep thee that thou maist not tires Faith will support thee and by her thou tast Shalt Heaven 's Joys before thou them enjoyst Under both armes they take him up and so Fast link't together in the way they go Swif◠〈◊〉 seems to loiter in the ayr A new-shot dait nor swifter wind compare May with their pace He by those Nymphs so born That scarce his feet upon the Earth doth spurn The ruder way they left behind and now Enter a kind of Paradise they do Continual verdure still adorns the place Which called was they told him GOD'S FREE-GRACE The Sun a lively splendor there did show Warming with gentle heat sweet flow'rs did grow On both sides as they went the grassy floor With a Smaragdine Carpet covered o're Did court their eyes and in its lively green The sparsed flowers like pretty starrs were seen All sorts o' th' best Autumnal Fruits did sue With their o're-loaded-bending armes unto His Hand to cull their profer'd store delight And plenty both unto the Feast invite Since here he enter'd a new vigor seas'd Upon his Heart he feels it strangely eas'd New streams of gentle oyl fall down upon His Soul he longs now after union With Christ his Saviour his still warbling tongue Sings Praise and Halelujah is his Song Now from those everlasting streams of Love Which on his Soul do flow he thus doth move His lips and tongve creating in the ayr Such vocal sounds as these VVhat may compare O God! with thy free Grace The Sun the Light Nor springs their streames nor the aerial bright Aura's their cool refrigera's so free Do give as thou this liberal Grace to me Not my deserts but thine own Love doth cause These streames of Comforts and these gales of Joyes These beams of Grace of Grace so freely given Purcha'st by LOVE by Love sent down from Heav'n These may obedience to thy Laws require Obedient to be is my desire It is my meat for 't is Obedience can Conveigh the Nectar of the Gods to Man O how I 'm rapt my eyes perstring'd before Did thee beyond the fleeting Clouds adore At what a distance did I comprehend Thee sitting at thy Father's dexter-Hand But now I see those eyes too thou hast given That thou hast daâ—ed from the highest Heaven For to descend and my poor worthlesse heart 〈◊〉 Glorious Temple to Convert Now need I not to daâ—t my weaker eyes Against the holâ—â—â— of the vaster Skies Now need I not seek to the deeps below Now need I not beyond the Mountains go To find thee out it is enough if I Thee in my inward Temple seated ' spy Ah there thou art Thy Beams of Light and Love Thy streams of Glory do thy presence prove Thy gales of Comfort Peace and Joy shew clear That it is Thee and I hee alone dwells there A Malefactor when condemn'd to dye Having no other Hopes immediatly Before his execution a Reprieve Comes from the Judge How joyfully receive The welcome news he doth when he doth know His 〈◊〉 he to the Iudge his Son doth owe Who not his pardon only gains but feasts Him at a Banquet with his noble guests How hearty then are his acknowledgements How strongly to his Service his intents Are fixt how he to every one doth praise His Mercy and his Bounty and alwayes Obedient aud officious is glad If he occasions has to serve him sad If he has none but by degrees these heats By Time and Pleasures vanquish'd he forgets The dangers past and what he ows to him That sav'd his life at least the sence of them Is not so fresh nor his desire as Strong for to serve him as at first it was So our Caelestial Pilgrim for a while
the Devil rejoyc'd to see this Baâ— To Blisse Mine own he cry'd all Mortals are None can break this I'm sure none now shall see Nor into Paradise admitted be Was it not sure enough what Man could pass Thorow this Fire and o're this Wall of Brass And thus was Man excluded Paradise But less obscure and trulier thus it is After that Unity had broken been And Discord introduced by the sin Of Adam strait the second Principle Drew from the Third and in its Aether fell To its own Centre fled the VVorld bereft Of 't was as well as Adâ—m naked left Then the first Principle of Wrath was seen VVhich strait the third and second stept between Th'rough which till Christ no man could ever pass This is the Cherub and the wall of Brass This is the flaming Sword which turns about To keep of Paradise all Mortals out And thus excluded they had ever been If Christ had not in Mercy entrance giv'n In fulness then of Time down from above To take an humane Soul came mighty LOVE The second Person in the Trinity O sacred and thrice sacred Mysterie To make a way for poor excluded Man Th'rough Hell to Heaven for this end he came This none but mighty He could do and this Had â—e not done Man ne'r had tasted Blisse VVhen he therefore the Cup of Wrath had drunk Upon the Crosse and into Death was sunk Into these deeps he came and that Way too By which from earth we hither came but now The common Road to Hell this is not still None this Way go but against Sathan's will This is the private path th'rough Hell to Heav'n By Christ to those who his steps follow given This is the Path by his blest death made Good Gained with pain purchas'd with so much blood This is the Path which Hell still strives to hide Least Mortals by 't to Paradise should slide This is the Path which shews Christ's Power It is The Path which leads from miseries to Blisse A spacious Road leads unto Pluto's Court On the left hand where Mortals much resort Paved with pleasures and external Blisse With Riches honours and such baites it is This Road brings to a Gate of Aebony Whose lofty portals mounted are on high Whose wide-leav'd Gates by Pluto's strict command Both Night and Day for ever open stand So wide they are a World at once may in Get but a mâ—te cannot return ag'in Such is the Hospitality of Hell Gratis all Men may there for ever dwell This is the Gehenna this the Lions Den From whence there can be no Redemption This Road Christ's sheep do shun for that Way is The way to Torment not the Path to Blisse 'Till Christ this Way made there no other was Therefore when first he came into this place Hell was amaz'd and its foundation shook Its mighty Piâ—lars all assunder broke Great LUCIFER fell from his Aebon Seat And 's neck subjected unto Iesu's feet The trembling Devils roar'd and with a Yell Upon their faces before Iesus fell Then with ten thousand chaines of Adamant He loaded them and them of Room did scant Ty'ng them move strictly to their Centre and Enforcing them to yield to his Command He broke the Power Hell had over Man That by his might he might triumph ag'en His eyes tormented Hell his very breath Assunder broke the cruel jawes of Death The damned yelled and his sacred Sight That cursed crew put in t ' an horrid fright Then he the Dev'ls restrain'd so that they could Not hurt thoâ—e who this path trod if they would Then th'rough the Cherub's flaming Sword he went Unhurt to whom his Head the Angel bent Down to his Feet the flaming Fire no power Had the least hair of his Head to devour Scarce was there any thing that Iesus did For Man's Salvation but 't was typifi'd Long e'r he came in flesh and all before Of Note some shadow of this Substance bore And it was fit that Heav'n's high Majesty Should into Earth by Prodâ—ums usher'd be How did the Priestly Ceremonies too His Office and his Acts exactly shew How did the Prophets prophesie of Him How was his acts praeacted e'r he came But all in shadows He the Substance was And they all vanish'd when he came in place So did the brazen Serpent shew that he For Soul and Body should Physitian be So did the scape-Goat to the Iews declare That he theirs and the whole Worlds Sins should bear So Ioshua who to Canaan led the Jews That Christ his lead shall to his Kingdom shews So Davâ—d who Saul's fury did remove Shews that Christ should Wrath overcome by Love So Isaac offered did typifie That offer'd Iesus for the World should dye So Ionas buried in the Whale did tell The World that Christ descend should into Hell And that he should arise again And so Were Shadrach Mesheck and Abednego When in the seaven-times heated Furnace they W'thout hurt or singing of their hair did stay A Type of Iesu's walking th'rough this flame Of Wrath th'rough which help'd by his Pow'r we came So Sampson's strength did Iesu's typifie Who at his feet bow'd Hel's great Majesty And when on his broad shoulders he did lay Strong Gaza's Gates and bear them quite away Of Christ's great power and mighty strength He was A Type who bore away these Gates of Brasse VVhen Hell thought to imprison him Alone He by his strength pul'd this Brass Fortress down For when that he came near he put his Hand Unto this Wall which as a Bar did stand Between the World and Paradise straight shook Its strong Foundations when his hold he took On it strait trembled every part and down To Iesu's feet fell his high-crested Crown Then was this breach made which you see and then A way was made to Paradise ag'en VVhich had so long denyed been to all The progeny of Adam since his fall O glorious yea thrice glorious happy Breach By which fall'n Man again to Heav'n may reach O Noble Work O mighty strength of the Blest Son of God's glorious Humanity 'T was his Humanity this work did do Or else no passage here had been for you Nor for an' humane Soul O David's Stemm O Iesus who dy'd at Ierusalem Can any Man speak such fell Blasphemy To say that all that 's sav'd not 's sav'd by thee Dear Pilgrim 't was none but that Christ alone That for Man hath wrought this Salvation But ' count it not a vain Tautologie If I once more relate it unto thee Thus in a word it was The blessed Love Upon the Wrath its gentle self did move Both Principles were reconcil'd In one VVere joyned in an happy union The first and second Principles arise Immediatly from them did Paradise Thus Wrath and Love by Christ we reconcil'd Who brought forth Paradise an happy child Unto which place thou now shalt go and th'rough This happy breach which Christ has made for you Mundus Luminosus vel