all his Compounds new create one Flower VVhich of Earth's substance shall partake and feed And flourish yeelding perfect seeding Seed Can he the nature of the Lilly's Seed Change into an offensive hurtful Weed Or else the Virtue of the Primrose-plant And Violet by all his Wisdom scant How knows he when the virtu's more or less Hath he to Curse and have not I to BLESS Knows he that Plant which grows in Woods obscure Whose root of Pestilence is perfect cure I 've seen Physicians Herbals large which want Description of that fragrant Root and Plant Doth he know which of ev'ry Seed shall grow Whilst yet in hope he spreads his hand to sow Or when in blade sprang up new-shot in ear Is he assur'd which Reed shall encrease bear Who dwells in Deeps where Virtues life reposes Hid in the Root which odours gives to Roses VVho knows where Pleiades hath built his Bowre Of Spices deck't with ev'ry fragrant Flower VVho in the Earth hath digg'd so deep to see Him cloath'd with Sap of ev'ry fruitful Tree VVho spreads the Vine-leaf as a Summer-shade And as with Jewels doth her branches lade She prospers pleasant in the Valleys low In Vintage making Fat 's to overflow Can Man whose Study's but as mudled mire Make Plants in Eden spring of sparks of fire Whilst vertuous Shiloh which in flames reposes Of burning Coals makes sprout forth Damask Roses Which Mortals know not with which hand to handle Whose Light 's thick Darkness spread by Shiloh's Candle To whom all souls must come by Transformation To know the Work mysterious of Salvation He 's full possest which in his right hand reads His Line of Life unto Perfection leads Which seals the doom of his most woful state Whom death cuts off in sin's chains captivate Who answers me in word of Visitation Which perfect tryal brings on ev'ry Nation Who can set bars by strength of his right hand To bolt out famine sent to smite a Land Where is that King which on the Earth doth reign Which fire sword and plague can bind and chain And who can say but those and many more My Judgements yet a little held in store Shall quickly sweep the earth and in this wise Cut off all lovers of their lusts and lies VVho numbred hath the arrows of my quiver Prepar'd for battle Jacob to deliver Have I not said there is for him a day At hand and am I yet to seek the way In which mine own unsearchable Decree In all earth's compass perfected shall be Can man's frail life and strength on his back bear The weight of my sheild buckler sword and spear Let vain man answer in his pride and lust VVho made all Nations in ONE of the dust Or who gave Counsel or materials brought To assist me in all that I have wrought VVill he not understand amid'st his joy That he which made can ALL at once destroy Kings Princes Nations all degenerated Have they more strength than what 's of dust created To David's sling what is Goliah's spear If I strike Dread who 's he that shall not fear I could yet question man time without end VVhilst in a word all things I comprehend But that in folly he himself may know I 'll sum up all in ONE of what 's below Can man whose contract in death's-day stands dated Create a work of what 's not yet created VVorm where wert thou before the sun ascended Or e're that I my first days work had ended Or where when the first fixed Stars did sing A joyful Song of Praise to their high King Moreover I demand vain man to prove Can he yet answer me in Heav'ns above Can man the Storms rebuke or can he check The moving Winds are Whirlewinds at his beck Can He the Heavens Influences sweet Turn back and cause that in the season meet Nor Heat nor Cold times tepid Dews nor Rain Shall be in all succeeding dayes again Can Man Heav'ns bright Clouds in his weak hand hold Or all the moving Constellations fold And roul up in a secret place to hide Them where they never more shall be espied Or is He such a Powerful Commander That at his beck all fixed Stars shall wander Can mortal Man in his corrupted will Stop the Moon 's course or make the Sun stand still Can he the Morning spot or the Sun stain Or can he Thunders bind or Lightnings chain Can Man his hand to the third Heav'ns streatch And therewith violently make a breach Through bars of Brass which bolt fast doors of Steel Much more in substance than Earth's Orb or Wheel And so lay waste in his fond will and pleasure What 's there contain'd of Jacob's certain treasure Could he do all these still I 'm far above The Heav'n of Heav'ns where nought besides doth move Can Man cut off Strong-fire-all's renting Claws Or draw his Teeth out of his burning Jaws Doth Man's Eye make him tremble with a look Or can he tear his heart out with a hook Each of his Joynts are as an Iron hill His Teeth grinds Carcasses as in a Mill His Nostrils flames seeth in his Cauldron Whales And fryes the flesh of Kings in his cast Scales He gapes like Gulphs as if he hungry were Thirsting for Blood he roars the Prey to tear His Furnace fire in Brain-pan of his head Boyls Cauls and Blood of every heart fat fed Can Man his brazen skin rent as a rag Or joynt his tayl which Ocean 's deeps do drag He waves his Wings over his Steel-barr'd Cage And Storms impetuous move in roaring rage The foaming Seas like Mountains full of breaches His Motion turbulent her Womb's deeps reaches His glazed sparkling Eyes appear most fierce Nor Shot nor Weapon can his Body pierce Steel Brass and Iron unto him are straws Their strength sev'n times compos'd's not like his Claws He shakes his Back which makes his Scales to rattle Like shouts and clashings of a dreadful Battle Hath Man yet seen the measure of his Bow And Arrows length Or how came he to know His Golden Shrouds Six over ev'ry shade The Seventh shuts in the Mould that he hath made He walks in secret in the deepest dark And leaves his Relique it 's a fiery spark He marks his Path out by a Line obscure If two would walk therein one 's snar'd most sure Can he whose Fame spreads as Ahithophel Reach round that Sphear which is his lowest Cell All 's mean to me which in thine Ear I sound Heights reach not me nor Deeps the most profound VVorm where wert thou before Time did commence And what stood then against me as defence VVho then was with me counselling in decree Or what doth Man think Time hath alter'd Me Man's mighty Mountain's now to me no more Than 't was ere Light past through Heav'ns open dore I see the Counsels Leagues and Pow'rs of Hell Satan and his Angels in that black Cell The Divil had time with him that first did sin And before that
to the Glory of the King Oh travel full of travel my soul cryes out in pain When shall I see Worm Jacob's rise from loss to gain The time of Trouble 's come I 'm overwhelm'd with Grief Till Jacob's time doth come Redemption and Relief The feeling of my sorrows who 's set to see mine hours Of Lamentations streams like Brooks falling like showres Oh blessed yet that I have feeling for to see For Jacob's sake my travel like a little Bee Here I would dwell if happily to see his birth Rather than feast in Dive's house t' enjoy his mirth Oh SEED thou' rt his Redeemer when wilt thou his life raise That he unto thy Name may be ev'rlasting praise And give him a Possession as his perpetual right T' inherit in the Land of Life thy ' ternal Light My head be thou lift up like a fiery Cloud To Judgment and to Slaughter of all the high and Proud Oh! bend thy Bow and shoot thine Arrows and thy Dart And pierce the Wicked sore and wound even to the heart Send forth thy dreadful Voices by Lightning and by Thunder Astonish all the Heathen and make the Nations wonder Feed them with Terrors as thou dost thine own with Bread And let the Nations feel thy Vengeance and thy Dread Oh! my right hand draw out thy shining glitt'ring Sword Smite all the Shepherds of the Earth with thy pure Word Gather thine own Remnant from East West North and South From all the Sluggards and the slumbring Shepherds mouth And bring thy Seed from Death and Darkness to the Day And from the Voice of such as have made them a prey Let nothing hinder now but work and let none let Set Gins set Snares set Traps to catch them in thy Net They 've slain and led thy Seed into Captivity Reward them double the Wages of Iniquity Cut off destroy The SEED Cryes utterly confound Pluck up spare not a branch nor leave a root in ground That we the least who are thine own thine own Creation May sing much Praise of Thee the LORD of our Salvation Let all the Heavens shout for BABYLON's undone Let all the Earth now fear for her just Judgment 's come Her End is Misery broken are her Childrens bones For GOD hath seen it Just to dash them all ' gainst stones To BABYLON THou that didst sit as Queen and couldest not then think Of this thine hour and portion the Cup which thou must drink Thou then wert merry in thine heart couldest sup Idolatry but now the dregs of Wrath's thy Cup. Thou didst not think when in thy Lusts thou wert full hot The sealing up of Veng'ance to be thy last lot To the Man of Lust YE sons of men that live in Sin and Lust That is your Canker it will eat like rust You that are ignorant of the Serpent's seed Of Enmity and what in you 't will breed Hear this and read the nature and the ground That you in the true Wisdom may grow sound To see the windings of the Serpent's path To flee his snares and so escape the wrath Which on th' ungodly cometh as a flood To sweep them all from all which they call Good And bring the end of sore perplexity Upon all workers of Iniquity O man encline thine ear to me and read The fruits of that corrupted ground and seed Which as the plant of Satan forth doth spring Pride Lust and Drunkenness and all that 's sin Whoredoms Adulteries Theft and all Evil Oaths cursed Speeches Lyes works of the Devil All flattering Titles smooth deceitful words Which wounds the Innocent even as with Swords These are the fruits of that plant of corruption Which doth deceive the soul and bring destruction Read this the Issue when that GOD at last Blows over Fruit and Trees with his strong blast That is the SEED which in thine heart doth spring Telling thee what advantage Lyes do bring Of the corrupted Mammon to thy store And how false Oaths encrease thee more and more Still that 's the Seed which tells thee sure thou must Have pleasure in this life in Wine and Lust In these and all perswasions unto Evil Working thy mind that 's the seed of the Devil And yet if thou wouldst wisely further know Thy heart 's the ground in which that seed doth grow Which seed must dye through breaking of the ground Else thou to Endless WO and WRATH art bound And now I'nquire of you what are your hopes Which draw Iniquity as with Cart-ropes What is the fruit of Hope Life and Salvation And what 's the ground in which is seal'd Damnation And you that live in Lust and full of mirth Declare your gladness by your life and birth And tell me what 's the Kingdom you possess As Heirs and Lords your own you may confess Tell me the end of all your Vanity Feasts Sports Games Mirth Musick and Melody What is your Love affected hearts delight To all this if you can answer the LIGHT And give Accompt How comes the Encrease with Curse In Field in House in Basket Store and Purse Answer the SEED what is the End of all Which live and dye in sin even in the fall And thou that liv'st in sin whilst thou hast breath Consider well thy last end when comes death Come all you Sects and answer What 's the ground In which Iniquity is alwayes found Put all your Worships forth in your best order And I will shew how you joyn and border As Brethren Neighbours Nations under one Power Of Satan's Kingdom DARKNESS in one hour All link't in Sin together in a Chain Which is the substance of the Devil's Raign To that of GOD in Gentile and in Jew This savoureth as Salt this thing is true For what if you to all your forms are bound Of Worship yet you standing in one ground Of Lust of Sin and Nature of Transgression That binds in Unity beyond Confession In substance there 's but two that 's NIGHT and DAY Sin DARKNESS the broad one LIGHT the true way And you in whom is love and not of GOD You are to drink his Wrath and feel his Rod. If you 've another love then GOD's forgotten Then the Affection 's lost the Heart is rotten And that 's not sound which wanteth any part For GOD requires whole Man Mind Spirit Heart So this in Man is the Iniquity Where 's fleshly love that 's the Idolatry For all that stands brought forth in the first nature Sticks only fast to the Lust of the Creature Here GOD's unknown for in man's heart he'th set The World with which he 's snar'd as in a Net So that GOD's Work Man knows not not his Way All which GOD brings to pass in his own Day Nor can find out although his dayes he spend In seeking from beginning to the end So all you that are in the History Read if you can and reach this Mystery The Life that 's hid in bottom of the Deep What 's that and
where 's the place that Virgins weep Because that of their own Affinity With them hath lost the Life of Unity Do you know what the swelling Seas devour On which the Heavens once did smile and showre Down drops of pleasant Rain and made it spring Like to a Lilly-flower for the King The Wilderness whereto the Woman fled What 's that how lodg'd SHE in a secret bed To keep her Innocency undefil'd That she the Lamb's Wife justly might be stil'd From all the unconverted and unheal'd The Myst'ries of GOD's Kingdom are all seal'd From Ignorant and learned in the World That in Invention to and fro are hurl'd The Parable is brought for all to see The Unlearned saith this is too hard for me The Learned saith to me it 's also seal'd By which I know they yet remain unheal'd Some in their time have swollen like the Seas And chose them paths even what their hearts did please Invention up did spring and they were bound In Chains of blackness and cast to the ground For they a work among them had begun BABEL to build to mount above the Sun To the Apostatized TO them which heard the sound of GOD's great DAY And came to see the straitness of the WAY And own'd the Testimony of the LIGHT Confessing it which gave them the true sight Of all Sin Evil and Ungodliness And saw some cleansing from their filthiness But turning to their Vomit like the Dog And to the Mire like to the unclean Hog Thy Judgment 's just to Wo and Misery Being double wrought under Iniquity Remember how thy heart and mind did grudge To give up Life and all which GOD will Judge For thou unto the World in their distrust Art joyn'd to crave and seek to feed thy lust And here thou say'st thou sin'st and 't is thy grief Hopeless of cleansing here in Unbelief But mark the end of all that live and dye in sin I tell thee their sad doleful doom Death is their sting Nations Professors all in sin bound in a bundle Like as the sheaf of Tares GOD in the Lake will tumble To the simple Seeker THou that dost pant as one in want and earnestly dost look Like as the Roe in places low to find the Water-brook In travel great in pain and sweat the River for to find To bath and cool in the fresh Pool like as the Hart and Hind I see thy face thou seek'st for Grace my Lilly Seed come prove Whilst it is day I 'll shew the Way the LIGHT 's my Joy and Love Oh he which hath trodden in this path hath seen the glorious Mountain Which from whose top Springs fall and drop this is the endless Fountain No longer think but come and drink refresh thee with the good It 's pleasant Wine of the true Vine the substance of all food Be no more tost as one that 's lost but come unto the LIGHT Which shews mens deeds to be but weeds which grow in time of Night And that within which shews thy sin if thou lov'st it sincere Awe and fear GOD and love his Rod from sin it will thee clear Be at a beck when LIGHT doth check the secrets of thy mind Let it reprove joyn thou in love and so true Peace thou 'lt find Do not gain-say but still obey the Motions of the LIGHT Through Fire to come as one that 's won against Deceit to fight And thou wilt rest as at the brest sucking the Milk of pleasure The Babe to nourish the Life to flourish this is th'everlasting Treasure So in this hour dwell in the Power which all the World doth chain Prosper in th' Light conquer in fight and in Dominion reign To the Babes of Blessing TO my dear pleasant Babes and Lambs Skipping like Rams over the Little Hills Like leaping Roes on Mountains high as Doves do fly whom Innocency fills My Life and Spirit doth you greet and with you meet in the sweet Fields of pleasure The Garden where the Roses grow and Waters flow the Husbandman's own Treasure When I beheld the lovely streams and the Sun beams which cometh from on high The shining Glory of the Sun which you have won unto the LORD so nigh I 'm fill'd beyond what words can measure with Virtue 's Treasure of Love to Virgins pure Who were in many Tempests tost and yet not lost which dwell in Sion sure Who knows the Ships path in the Sea So is your way where Lions cannot tread In which you witness strength and skill to wound and kill and bruise the Serpent's head Oh Lambs the fairest of all Flocks upon you drops all Blessing from above Fresh streams of Oyl upon your head lay'n in the Bed of Everlasting Love Myrrh Frankinsence and Aluice sweet Wine and Spice and all that the Earth yeelds Herbs Flowers Milk and pleasant Trees Honey of Bees is Yours in Woods and Fields Oh! holy Land full of the Seed's encrease which cannot cease multiplying to the store Being seal'd in Covenant and Band given under hand to this for evermore SION'S ORATION SAith Zion all the Gold which Mountains hide In all the compass of the World so wide And all the substance which the swelling waves Have swallowed in her Womb like as the Graves All precious Stones and Pearls cover'd with Rocks Hid under rotten roots of stumbling-blocks All pure Silver that lyes deep in ground The time approacheth it must all be found Arise fair Daughter gather quick and bring The Consecrated Substance to the King And all ye sons which Zion's womb did bear Take Instrument in hand work without fear Of Wolf Fox Tigre Bear or Lion For GOD is the Salvation of Sion Till that be finish't which GOD hath decreed The Restauration of his Holy SEED Come hunt the Wolves and Wild-beasts of the Wood Which slew the Lambs and feasted on their Blood For they 'r appointed in all times hereafter For starving restless pangs of death and slaughter Now GOD in Judgment comes to reprove Kings To shew their Counsels like as foolish things VVho seek with bryars and thorns to stop the way Which GOD by 's Breath will burn in a day Mark this your End ye Potsherds GOD will rent Your Kingdoms wherefore prize time and repent The Babe's breathing to his Brethren MY Sisters Sion's daughters joyn'd in hand In Unity in th' Heaven's swadling band Which binds the World with Clouds as under chains There stands your Glory where the Eternal raigns Our Mother bare her Children in much pain In th' house where Judgment separated twain Slaying the Seed of enmity and strife The Seed of Promise to inherit Life And brake the Covenant with Death and Hell Under which all the World the Seed did sell Shout shout ye Sons and fright the World which boast Themselves in the great number of their Host Oh! Heav'ns declare and let the World wonder Strike Terrour in the hearts of all their number Let all their Consolation fade and quail And let their strength in day of Battel fail You in whose mouth the Word of Judgment stands Lade all the World with WO and fill their hands Utter your Voice and let the Thunders rattle Through Elements and Air sound to the Battle The Trumpet of the dreadful LORD of Hosts Among the Nations throughout all their Coasts The DAY of God's at hand the LIGHT 's his Word GOD comes with Fire Plague Famine and with Sword To plead with all flesh living in Corruption Upon their heads to bring swift fierce Destruction Here I am set one of the living number A Sign in Egypt to Sodom's brood a Wonder GOD's Pow'r with His is like a Fort of Steel My Brethren in the Life you may me feel For I am with you all under your Deep Where all the Fishes swim and Worms creep Where Turtle-Doves do fly with out-stretch't wing And where you hear the little Lark to sing In that hid path which all the World's Line Can't justly measure to the End of Time Even in that Bed where every soul is blest I 'm wrapt in fold for ever for to rest With you in all conditions to hold fast That of the first in him who is the last From Venice Lazzaretta J. P. When the Fountains of the Deep were broken open I was in the Valley of the Mountain and then I was moved to make mention of the Streams thereof THE END
his reign did not begin VVho yet as Prince in Earth and Air doth reign But is appointed unto Seal and Chain Death and Hell's Leagues I 'le disanul and save Jacob from her wide Jaws and loathsom Cave It 's One which all performs who will not scant The just fulfilling of his Covenant I 'm He in Judgment and Truth changing never Yesterday the same this day and for ever God's glorious Sound did me confound yea and my Bowels break Yet then as I most low did lye his Mercy heard me speak Oh! Thou which rent'st the Heav'ns and mak'st the Earth to reel And overturnest all like as a running Wheele Hear me O GOD I pray a little to declare Who am in all things before Thee nak'd and bare Thou measur'st Deeps beneath as the bredth of a hair And as a span the Heav'ns high most bright and fair Thy present Word and Power mine inward parts doth break Oh! hear me yet a little let me further speak Mine eyes mine eyes run down this Flame my heart doth melt I sow my tears as seed since this Thy Pow'r I 've felt I 'm very poor and low like the least worm that creeps In th' Ocean's belly swallowed with the immense Deeps O GOD before Thee what am I hear me I pray And till I have declar'd turn not thy Face away My bredth is as a Razor 's edge that 's newly set My height as the bredth of a Needle 's point sharp whet Yea comprehended is my stature with a thought Unto thy Greatness I 'm but as a thing of nought I couch I bend I bow before thee in thy Throne Thy Reign is Pow'r and Life to corrupt man unknown And the Lord answered me through the Clouds of the Morning Dewes in a clear serene Day of the early Spring THou Son of Man lift up thine head and hear Thou naked art therefore I say draw near Like as a broken Bow thou shalt not start From my Testimony written in thy heart But with thy strength enclin'd in pure fear And dread thou shalt witness of my NAME bear Moreover Son of Man give ear to me And I will make thee Counsels deep to see Behold the Drop of Blood which in the Earth doth lye Hath from her drowning Deeps raised a Cry Which like as Lightning's arrows most swift are It hath ascended above ev'ry Star And pierc'd Heav'ns barrs and mov'd me in my Throne In Righteousness to weigh the Cry and Groan But I the LORD which Counsel do reveal Do charge thee that the Secrets thou dost seal From ev'ry unclean corrupt vult'rous eye For whom's the WO and Dregs of misery How it shall be say not dwell thou in Me Who hath a Sword and Scale giv'n thee to see With many other Instruments of praise Held in one hand that Drop of Blood to raise But thus thou may'st prophesie and dispense A Drop of Blood shall be a Sea immense A little Stone shall be an open Fountain And a dry bone shall be a mighty Mountain Moreover in a day it comes to passe A Diamond spark shall cut an Earth of Brasse And all the Waters under Heav'ns divide That open passage be from side to side Of every Island and all firm Lands A mighty Host to march in Troops and Bands Rais'd of a Root Earth's Globe to compass round To seek the Lost until that it be found And in that Day shall be a dreadful Wonder A panting Worm shall be a Voice of Thunder The lower cloudy Heav'n's compos'd of Steel Which bands Earth's brazen Circle like a Wheel That Orb also with what encrease it yeelds In fenced Gardens or in open Fields In a moment shall melt away like Wax As with the sudden flames of burning Flax Kindl'd by motion and glance of a spark Which Dust and Ashes cover in the dark Yet in the fiery flames there shall remain As unconsum'd a little simple grain But all in Earth besides shall burn as Tow And perish as the Sun dissolves the Snow Preach this to proud flesh which doth vainly boast A Mustard seed shall be a mighty Host Which shall a Standard pitch and Ensign spread VVherein Conquest in Battels shall be read And then the Worm which hath crept maim'd and halt In Ages past I highly will exalt VVhich I 've anointed as King of Salom To reign for ever in Jerusalom To him that ent'reth then within her Gate I 'll give to see the thing that I create A Lion fierce a Lamb a Lamb a Lion VVhich shall roar out of the Mountain Sion VVhose sound shall be as Trumps unto the Battle VVhich in the four winds shall ring and rattle So dreadful shall the Ecchoes then rebound That all the Dead shall hear buried in ground The Sea shall give up what lies in her Womb With Death and ev'ry Sepulchre and Tomb Then He shall judge all which do Judgment wrest Perverting Truth which have the Poor opprest And as I live I 'll spread his face and brow Seven-fold more wide than are the Heav'ns now And ev'ry Eye shall see what they have hated A Worm Innocent mine own created His frown shall be the World's WO and DREAD Yea ev'ry soul to Him shall bow the head His Eye shall pierce the secrets of all hearts And in the Guilty shall fix wounding darts VVhich no flesh living shall at all remove The Recompence of their despite of love His breath as Lightnings piercing as a Lance In dreadful flames on ev'ry soul shall glance Fulfilling Vengeance in the Wicked's heart Ev'rlasting burnings never to depart Yea with his breath all pure Gold shall melt Which in Heav'ns Treasure shall be seen and felt And pure Silver shall run down as streams With th' ardour of his Rayes and burning beams Lift up thine head the DAY draws very nigh In which this WORM I will exalt on high And I the JEALOUS mov'd for his relief Do charge thee wait in content and belief In th' Ark of the New-Testament abide And in its secret desk see that thou hide The written Rolls of Fire and pure Gold Until the Word shall be Thou maist unfold The Sum of all thus seal'd up in thy breast Lye down in Peace in the Lamb 's Endless Rest To the Children of the Day NO Dammage hurt nor loss but Gain 's won in the Cross Let Patience all things bear in Trembling and in Fear Content thy Mate in ev'ry state leads to the entrance through the Gate Where all within in Joy do sing and Crowns of Life do wear At large I may not say what I this Holy Day In pleasure do possess whilst foes do me oppress But will proceed to shew the need of Jacob small that bruised reed That it may rouse LIFE as a Spouse to woo Him in distress This thing may many prove behold stretcht wings of Sion's Turtle Dove in swiftest course of flight do move with weight of wooings unto love A little simple Wren waits with the Pen in clear sight