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The double eternity, or, The inevitable choice; Votum candidium vivat rex. English. Selections.
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Newport, Maurice, 1611-1687.; J. L.
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round He is all over Pain no Part is free And so are all the Damn'd as well as he Does the Gout tear the Feet with raging Pains The Pain of Sense Does Stone or gnawing Gravel Heat the Reins The Guts at least or Head is free But here All Parts complain of Burthens none can bear A living Death they live they live and die Both at a Time and both Eternally Each Good the more it lasts the more it grows And by their lasting too we measure Woes Great Pain is to it self a speedy Cure The greater 't is the less it will endure It can't be great and long Man has not strength But Hells vast Pains are of an endless length The Fire never kills and never dies But with it self ever it self supplies Implacable Destruction Torment extreme Hells worst of Furies Gods avenging Flame The Saying's strange Mark 6. That every one shall be Salted with fire Here 's the Mystery As Salt preserves so shall that Fire do With Pain preserving salt and burn them too That fiery Salt force to the Burnt inspires And makes them fire-proof t'eternal Fires O Pennance give me Sighs and weeping Eyes O force of Tears at which Hell-fire dies But see lost Soul whence art thou tumbled down The Pain of lost Happiness That Sight in Tears the Eyes shall ever drown The Ministers of Light shall always be The Ministers of Tears for an Eternity They see the happy Mansions seat of Peace bound in Hells Dungeon clos'd within the Place Nine times about by Depths that none can pass They see the blessed Angels Station Fill'd with New-comers from our Plantation They see a joyful numberless Embrace Love pressing heart to heart and face to face But these are Sweets enjoy'd by him alone The Book of Life has made a Denison Of Heaven Golden Book let others be Cry'd up for Beauty Art Antiquity These Vertue polish and eternal Love * The Light of Glory is that supernatural Light necessary to raise the natural Faculty of the Mind to that supernatural Act the Vision of God Not to my Eyes but Ears that Light above Which from its Glory takes its Price and Name Has often come come by the way of Fame The bright East ne'er such Glory had to show And all the First days fertile Light could do The Parent of each other glorious Light It ne'er could bring forth any thing so bright 'T is Gods own Lustre that which shone about Michael and 's Army fighting ' gainst the rout Of Rebel Angels 't is the Suns bright Ray Which never sets that Light which shews the way Into the very innermost abode And all the pleasures and the Sweets of God But Hell must have no share in this black Smoak Dark Clouds thick Steams the Sight of Heaven choke And Hell more dreadful make What a Sight Are these black Monsters of eternal Night I dread the Thought on 't Oh what Looks what Blows What biting Serpents to increase our Woes What Fires overspread the burning Plain How fertile is the horrid place in Pain Alas 't is more than Horrid Hence they Groan Roar out and Rage and make a dismal Moan O Sleep Death's likeness if as Poets tell Thou dost in everlasting Darkness dwell Upon my Eyes shed from thy charming Rod Kind Poysons Ladanum and Diacode And make me lose my self for one short Wink And for a Moment neither feel nor think If any stupifying Lethe flows In Hell amdist their thoughtful sleepless Woes Ah may it wash my Cares and make the Pain Less tyrannizing and compose my Brain To rest that Sleep may steal upon my Grief And Rob me of my self a welcom Thief But oh no Sleep no Lethe Cares allays But frightful Objects rush in every way Upon the Mind and weary't night and day No way to shun the hateful Sight they fear Where e'er they turn their Eyes the Plague is there Hence comes that Worm which in their restless Breast The Worm of Conscience Deep in the Heart and Soul is said to nest And gnaws eternally th' immortal Food And sucks the everlasting-wasting Blood No after-Sighs and Tears do any good The Gate which open was to all the Crimes Thro' all the East West North and Southern Climes That Gate is shut with unrelenting hand The Iron hinge is turn'd and so must stand No hope All 's gone Hope is Pain 's sole relief Either as shewing Fruit or end of Grief Grief holds to that Where is the Fruit of Woe Hells Pains are fruitless Where 's the end Round go The wheeling Torments with return of Pain Still coming round to be endur'd again Infinite is the heap of Misery A mass of Ills that fill Eternity The Stars and untold Sands put in one sum Are nothing to the Years of Pain to come Swift Hours stand and lay aside your Wings Your Wheels your restless Motion useless things Times Race is ended Heavens Course is done Nor Wheels of Heaven stir nor Wheels of Sun But the swift Wheel of Pain runs as before Age after Age and never shall give o'er FINIS
THE Double Eternity OR The Inevitable Choice Deut. xxx 19. I have set before you life and death blessing and cursing therefore choose life LONDON Printed by M. Clark for the Author 1695. To the Honoured Madam GULDEFORD OF HEMSTED in KENT Honoured Madam IT having been your daily Practice for these many Years to set apart a considerable time for Meditation on the Joys of Heaven and Pains of Hell which makes you fly the Sweets which end in so much Bitterness and go cheerfully the hard way which leads to such endless Happiness A Meditation of this twofold Estate will be no unwelcom Present Tho your Ladyship has better Thoughts of your own and better Inspirations than Poets are acquainted with That I know in another would lessen the Value of the Present but in your Ladyship it increases it for having improv'd the Thoughts and mix'd with them Inspirations you kindly believe the Author has more Part in them than he has and humbly believe your Self to have less part in them than you have for 't is the Property of true Humility to build so high and lay the Foundations so low that there is no distinct seeing from the bottom to the top This is the Advantage those Writers have which fall into your Hands and 't is such that considering it I fear my little Present will seem made to your Ladyship rather for Self-ends than to make any return for the many great Favors I stand Indebted for Yet that was the first thing in my Thoughts when I propos'd to my self this small Address and should be the last if this little Book of mine were but of Worth enough But as it is Honoured Madam be pleas'd but to accept of it and I am more indebted than before Honoured Madam Your Ladyships Most humble Servant J. L. THE PREFACE TO THE READER THIS Description of Heaven and Hell is a part of Mr. Niewport's Poem Dedicated to King Charles II. under the Title of Vivat Rex And it being capable with Alteration of a World or two to stand by it self and make a Title of its own I have made it English and Christned it with the Name of the Double Eternity The Purity of the Latin and the Excellency of the Thoughts entic'd me to translate it and the shortness of it took off the fear of overmuch Trouble in the Work and the Vsefulness of the Subject made me willing to Publish it A Man may read it that would not read a Sermon and seeing in it the Rewards of Heaven and the Pains of Hell better represented to him than ever he represented them to himself and conformable to the Word of God he may come to think it is no great business to keep Ten Commandments to have so much for keeping them and think it too much for a little more of the Flesh and the World to take up with the Devil at last and so be converted in Verse who had continued on wickedly in Prose You may father suppose if you think it is Püritanical to pretend nothing but Godliness without mixture that Vanity had a helping hand in the Press and I wish Profit had been there too But I find the Prophet Isaiah himself having things of this nature of sell was forc'd to cry out Come ye and buy without money and without Price which makes me expect but a very indifferent Market However take it and make the best of it and so farewel THE Double Eternity LOST in a Storm and wilder'd in the Night Long time I stretch'd my Eyes with useless Sight At length the Clouds disperse the Heaven 's clear And Stars the lovely night-watch Stars appear The only comfort then the only there Here taking Heart I cast about my Eyes And view'd the opening beauties of the Skies Fix'd Stars and Planets at their liberty But oh the distance of those Lights from me Yet they faint Lights move in a Sphere so low That less to Heaven than to Earth they show The total sum of Hope and heap of Bliss Farther in Heavens inmost Region is That part goes backward a vast length of place who 'll wing these feet that move so slow a pace Or who'll my shoulders wing that I may fly Above the Clouds above the azure Sky Above the Region of the Moon and Fire And pass the distant Lights which I admire And at th' Empyreal Palace set me down Where Heav'ns Darling Happiness doth crown Mortals immortal made and to the Poor Unlocks the Heavens everlasting Store Vertue alone this lump of Earth can raise And find us Wings to pass those untrod ways We leave our native Soil House Nuptial ties And follow father leading Avarice Then Stars of our bright Hemisphere are seen And that which once the utmost Bounds has been Th' Hesperian Garden and the Caspian Sea And Colchos whither Jason's Ship made way Is now thought nigh Our first Step is their last The Streights as Suburb Journeys now are past Where trav'ling Hercules himself stuck fast Where the Line equally the year divides And right between each Hemisphere decides Where the East-winds and West-winds are at home And in their Native Indies freely roam Where the North-winds about the Bear-star blow Their fiercest storms of Rain and Hail and Snow And where the South-winds no less fury show Europe's a Prison past all Bounds of old Thro' unknown Heats unhabitable Cold Tho Rocks and Sands forbid and roating Sea We to the Winds our vows and sails display But mind not Heavens Gifts or Heavens way Ignoble Souls The noble Seed of God Mad Avarice debases to a Clod And yet our greedy thirsty Avarice No Earth no Sea of Gold can it suffice The World can't hold Mans Heart that holdeth all The great World is too little for the small And still the Self-dissatisfyed Mind Labours for Breath and burns for what 's behind Why surely then for greater things 't is made And there is something greater to be had O Man what is' t Lift up thy mind and dare To cast off Earthiness and sordid Care Wo to the Miser on his Breast he crawls For Earth and Dirt his greedy Hunger calls Curst like the Serpent which deceived Eve But thou whose meanest part 's from Earth be n't Slave To that but upwards to the Heavens strive From whence thou dost thy chiefest part derive And look upon them as thy native Home And form thy self as does thy self become O high large Dwelling highest Seat of Peace Fulness of Bliss where all our Wishes cease The Presence-Chamber of the Thunderer But Thunder-free and free from Threat or Ire Death's fatal Sythe and Dart which fill with Fear The sublunary World fright no Man there No Sighs disturb that Air no Tears their Joy No Gall th' immortal Sweets that never cloy Besides the glorious Body shines so bright That all its Rayment are its Rays of light A kind of Angel-Dress and Angels wings Move with a heav'nly swiftness earthly Things Rain Hail Snow hurts them not