first mov'd Satan to ruine HEAV'NS Belov'd The Serpent Devil'd Eve She 's Dam to Adam prov'd XVI Both taste by tasting tastlesse Both became Who All would know knew nought but Shame They blush for That which They when righteous could not name XVII Still in our Maw that Apples Core doth stick Which they did swallow and the thick Rinde of forbidden Fruit has left our Nature sick XVIII Now serves our Guiltiness as winding Sheet To wrap up Lepers Cover meet While thus stern Vengeance does our Wormships sadly greet XIX Disloyal Slaves look out see Mischief revels Look in see your own Denne of Evils Look up see Heav'ns dread JUDGE Look down see Hells fierce Devils XX. Created in GODS Image to look high Corrupted like to Brutes you lie Perdition's from your selves No Cure for those will die XXI Your Beautie Rottenness skin'd o're does show Like to a Dunghill blancht with Snow Your glorious Nature 's by embasing Sin brought low XXII Hence you the heavy Doom of Death do gain Enforc'd unto laborious Pain And th' ANGELS flaming Sword doth you expuls'd restrain XXIII Thus She reproacht Yet more alas remain'd Mans Issue in his Loins is staind Sin set his Throne in Him and since o're all has reign'd XXIV Black Sin more hideous then green Dragons Claws Dun Gryphons Talons swart Bears Paws Then checquer'd Panthers Teeth or tawnie Lions Jaws XXV Forfeit to the CREATOR'S thus Mans Race And by the WORD withdrawn is Grace From him the SPIRIT of GLORY turn'd his pleasing Face XXVI Yet that this Second Race in fallen Plight Might not with th' First be ruin'd quite The WORD doth interpose to stop th' incensed MIGHT XXVII Then undertakes for Man to satisfie And the sad losse of GRACE supply That us He might advance to GLORIES Hierarchie XXVIII Then Peace is preacht i th' Womans SEED but then As Men increase So Sins of Men And Actual on Original heapt GOD's vext agen XXIX Till drencht they were in Deluge had no Shore And burnt in Sodom-Flames of yore Plagued in Egypt plung'd into the Gulf of Core XXX And gnawn by Worms in Herod Sin 's Asps Womb Plotter Theif Plaintiff Witnesse Doom Sledge Executioner Hells Inmate Horrors Tomb. XXXI Misgotten Brat thy Trains are infinite To ruine each intangled Wight Mischiefs nere rest in Men th' have everlasting Spite XXXII Spite wageth War then War turns Law to Lust Lust crumbles Faith into Distrust Distrust by causelesse Jealousie betrayes the Just XXXIII The Iust are plunder'd by thy Rage thy Rage Bubbleth from Envie Envie 's Page To thy Misdeeds Misdeeds their own Misfate engage XXXIV Thus linkt to Hell's thy Chain Curs'd be that Need Makes Sinners in their Sins proceed Shame to Guilts forlorn Hope leads left-hand Files Take heed XXXV GODS Fort the Conscience in the worst does stand Though Sin the Town keeps by strong Hand Yet lies it open to the Check at HEAV'NS Command XXXVI Hence Hell surrounds them In their Dreams to fall Headlong they seem then start groan crawl From Furies with excessive Frights which them appal XXXVII Ne're was more Mischief ne're was less Remorse Never Revenge on his black Horse Did swifter ride Never to GOD so slow Recourse XXXVIII The Age-bow'd Earth groans under Sinners Weight While guiltlesse Blood cries to HEAV'NS Height JUSTICE soon takes th' Alarm whose steeled Arm will Smite XXXIX Inevitable Woes a while may stay Vengeance is GODS Who will repay The desperately Wilfull nor will long delay XL. 'T is darkest neer Day-break HE will o'return Th' Implacable who Mercie spurn Superlative Abuses in th' Abysse shall burn XLI Deaths Hell Deaths Self out-deaths Vindictive Place Deep under Depths Excentrick Space Horrour It self than Thee wears a lesse horrid Face XLII Where Pride Lust Rage Sin treble-pointed dwell Shackled in red-hot Chains they yell In bottomlesse Extreams of never-slaking Hell XLIII Riddle Compell'd at once to live and die Frying they freez and freezing frie On helplesse hopelesse easelesse endlesse Racks they lie XLIV And rave for what they hate Cursing in vain Yet each Curse is a Pray'r for Pain For cursing still their Woe they woo GODS Curse again XLV Devils and Shreeks their Ears their Eyes affright There 's blazing Fire yet darkest Night Still paying ne're discharg'd Sins Debt is Infinite XLVI Angels by one Sin fell So Man How then May Sinners stand Let 's quit Sins Den This Moment's Ours Life hasts away Delayes gangrene XLVII Conviction ushers Grace Fall to prevent Thy Fall Times Fore-lock take Relent Shall is to come and Was is past then Now repent XLVIII Before the Suns long Shadows span up Night E're on thy shaking Head Snowes light E're round thy palsy'd Heart Ice be congealed quite XLIX E're in thy Pocket thou thine Eyes dost wear E're thy Bones serve for Calender E're in thy Hand 's thy Leg or Silver in thy Hair L. Preventing Physick use Think now ye hear The Dead-awakening Trump Lo there The queazie-stomackt Graves disgorge Worms fatning Chear LI. Sins Sergeants wait t' attach you Then make haste Lest you into Despair be cast The JUDGE unsway'd Take Dayes at best count each your Last LII Time posts on loose-rein'd Steeds The Sun ere 't face To West may see Thee end thy Race Death is a Noun yet not declin'd in any Case LIII The Cradle's nigh the Tomb. That Soul has Woe Whose drowzie March to HEAV'N is slow As drawling Snails whose slime glues them to Things below LIV. Anathema to luke-warm Souls Lo here THEOPHILA'S unhing'd with Fear Clamm'd with chill sweat when as her ranckling Sins appear LV. Perplext in Crimes meandring Maze GODS Law And Guilt that does strict Iudgement draw And her too carnal yet too stonie Heart She saw LVI Yet Rocks may cleave she cries Then weeps for Tears And grieves for Grief fears want of Fears She Hell HEAV'NS Prison views Distress for Robe She wears LVII Deprav'd by Vice depriv'd of GRACE with Pray'r She runs Faiths Course breaks through Despair O'retakes Hope Broken Legs by setting stronger are LVIII Shame native Conscience views That HOLY ONE Who came from GOD to Man undone Whose Birth produc'd a Star Whose Death eclips't the Sun LIX She sees Man-GOD in Stamp Of Him who shakes but does not cramp The bruised Reed Snuffs puts not out the sputtring Lamp LX. She sees for Creatures the CREATOR came To die The SHEPHERD prov'd the Lamb For Sacrifice when Jews releas'd a spotted Ram. LXI She sees defamed Glory wronged Right Debased Majestie crusht Might Virtue condemn'd Peace robb'd Love slain And All by Spite LXII She streaming sees like Spouts each broached Vein With Gore not to be matcht again Her Grief thence draws up Mysts to fall in weeping Rain LXIII Vast Cares long dumb thus vent Flow Tears Souls Wine Iuice of an Heart opprest Encline LORD to this heart-broke Altar cemented with Brine LXIV Romorsefull Clouds dissolve in Showr's 'T is Blood Turns rocky Hearts into a Flood Eyes keep your Sluces ope HEAV'N
best by Tears is woo'd LXV THOU Who one Shoarless Sea of All did'st make Except one floating Isle to take Vengeance on Guilt My Salt Flood rais'd drown Sin i' th' Lake LXVI O how these Words Arise to Judgement quell On Wheels in Torments broke I 'd dwell So as by Grace I might be sav'd from endlesse Hell LXVII To Angel-Intercessor I 'm forbid To pray Yet pray to ONE that did Pray to ANOTHER for HIMSELF when 's Blood-drops slid LXVIII FATHER Perfections Self in CHRIST does shine Thy Justice then in HIM confine Through 's Merits make thy Mercies both are endless mine LXIX See not but through's abstersive Blood my Sin By which I being cleans'd within Adde Perseverance 'T is as hard to hold as win LXX Her Eyes are Centinels to Pray'r to Moans Her Ears her Nose courts Charnel-bones Her Hands Breast-hammers are her constant Food is Groans LXXI Her Heart is hung with Blacks with Dust she cloyes Her golden Tresses Weds Annoyes Breeds Sighs bears Grief which Ibis-like Sin-snakes destroyes LXXII Thus mounts she drizling Olivet the Plains Of Iericho she leaves While Rains The Farmer wet they fully swell his earing Graines LXXIII She her own Farmer stockt from HEAV'N is bent To thrive Care 'bout the Pay-day's spent Stange She alone is Farmer Farm and Stock and Rent LXXIV The Porcupine so 's Quiver Bow and Darts To ' her self alonâ—e has all Wars Arts Her own Artillery needs no Aid from forreign Parts LXXV Sad Votaresse thy Earth of late oregrown With Weeds is plough'd till'd harrow'd sown The Seed of Grace sprouts up when Nature is kept down LXXVI Thy Glebe is melow'd with Faith-quickning Juice The Furrows thence Hope-blades produce Thy Valley cloth'd with LOVE will Harvest Joyes diffuse LXXVII Live Phenix from Self-death I' th' Morn who dies To Sin does but immortalize Who studie Death ere dead ere th' Resurrection rise LXXVIII Rachel thy Children Goal and Crown have won Ere they had Skill or Will to run Blest who their whole Dayes Work in their Lifes Morn have done LXXIX Like misty Morn She rose in Dew so found She ne're was till this Sicknesse sound Till Sin in Sorrows flowing Issue Tears lay drownd LXXX Souls Life-blood Tears prevailing Pleaders tame Such Rebels as by Eve did shame Mans Glory only These the old faln World new frame LXXXI Lust causeth Sin Sin Shame Shame bids repent Repentance weeps Tears Sorrow vent Sorrow shews Faith Faith Hope Hope Love Love Souls Content LXXXII Thus from bruis'd Spiceries of her Breast doth rise Incense sweet-smelling Sacrifice Whilst she lifts up to HEAV'N her Heart her Hand her Eyes LXXXIII I 'm sick with trembling sunk with mourning blasted With sinning and with sighing wasted New Life begins to breath O Ioy too long untasted LXXXIV Twice did'st new Life by Breath by Death bestow On Man prevaricating Who By yielding to a Woman made Man yield to Woe LXXXV Then did'st his Soul restore as first inspire With second Grace renewing Fire Whence He hath part again in thy Coelestial Quire LXXXVI Once more for this Heav'n-Denison did'st get A never-fading Coronet Which was with two bright Iewels Grace and Glory set LXXXVII 'T was at my bloud-stain'd Birth Thy Love said Live Links of Thy praevious Chain revive Ev'n crumbled Dust So Thou my Soul from Death reprive LXXXVIII CHRIST Th' Vnction art Salvation IESVS in Thy Death Redemption Blood for Sin Gives Satisfaction Thy Ascension Hope does winne LXXXIX Thy Session Comfort Though I did offend LORD Fears disband give Grace t' amend That Hope which reaps not shame may rise Peace descend XC My Pardon signe The Spear pierct THEE 's the Pen Thy Bloud the Ink Thy Gospel then The Standish is O let my Soul be Paper clean XCI Kinde angry LORD since Thou dost wound yet cure I 'l bear the Yoak the Crosse endure Lament and Love and when set free keep Conscience pure XCII Thus mourns she and in mourning thus she joyes Ev'n that adds Comfort which annoyes Sighs turn to Songs Tears to Wine Fear Fear destroies XCIII As holy Flame did from her Heart arise Dropt holy Water from her Eyes While Pray'r her Incense was LOVE her SACRIFICE XCIV Arm Arm She breaks in with strong ZEAL The Place Sin quitts now garison'd by GRACE Illustrious Triumphs do the Steps of Victors trace XCV When the loud Volleyes of her Pray'rs begin To make a Breach they soon take in The Parapets Redouts and Counterscarps of Sin XCVI At once she works and fights With Lamp she waits Midst Virgins at the BRIDEGROOMS Gates With HIM to feast Her with his BRIDAL DELICATES XCVII To HEAV'N now goes she on her Knees which cry Loud as her Tongue much speaks her Eye HEAV'N storm'd by Violence yields Eyes Tongue and Knees scale high XCVIII My Last crave Pardon for my First Extreams Be prais'd who crown'st my Morn with Beams Converted Age sees Visions erring Youth dreamt Dreams XCIX RELIGION's its own Lustre Who This shun Night-founder'd grope at midday Sun Rebellion is its own self-tort'ring Dungeon C. Mans restlesse Minde GODS Image can't be blest Till of this ONE This ALL possest THOU our Souls Center art our everlasting REST Pars superata Freti Lucem praebentibus Astris Longior at nostrae Pars superanda Viae Da DEUS ut Cursus suscepti nostra propinquet Meta laboranti grata futura Rati Magnificat Anima mea DOMINUM THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE CANTO III. The Restauration ARGUMENT Laetior una Dies IESV tua SACRA Canenti Quà m sine TE melicis Secula mille Lyris Vt paveam Scelus omne petam super Omnia COELUM Da mihi Fraena TIMOR Da mihi Calcar AMOR The Authors Rapture GRACE is prais'd a Flood Of Tears is pour'd for Albions Blood Shed in a Mist for smot Micaiahs PEACE is woo'd STANZA I. MUSE twang the pow'rful Harp brush each String O' th' warbling Lute and Canzons sing May ravish Earth and thence to HEAV'N in Triumph spring II. Noble Du-bartas in a high-flown Trance Observ'd to start from 's Bed and dance Said Thus by me shall caper all the Realm of France III. As viscous Meteors fram'd of earthy Slime By Motion fir'd like Stars do clime The woolly-curdled Clouds there blaze out their Time IV. Streaming with burnisht Flames yet Those but ray To spend Themselves and light our Way And panting Windes to cool ours not their own Lungs play V. So my enliv'ned Spirits ascend the Skies Wasting to make the Simple wise Who bears the Torch himself shades lightens others Eyes VI. As Lust for Hell ZEAL sweats to build for HEAV'N When fervent Aspirations driv'n By all the Souls quick Pow'rs to that high Search are giv'n VII High is the Sphear on which FAITHS Poles are hing'd Pure Knowledge Thou art not restring'd Thy Flames enfire the bushie Heart yet leave 't unsing'd VIII Suburbs of PARADISE Thou Saintly Land Of Visions Woo'd by WISDOMS Band By dull Mules in gold-trappings
place XL. One Word did th' All-surrounding Skie-roof frame With all its Starrie sparkling Flame Not all created Wisdom can spell out THY NAME XLI Supreme COMMANDER of the rowling Stars Thy LAW sets to their Progresse Bars Does Epicycle their obliquely gliding Cars XLII No Lines Poles Tropicks Zones can THEE enthrall First MOVER of the Sphearick Ball Above Beneath Without Within Beyond them All XLIII What could but thy All-potent HAND sustain Those Magazines of Hail Snow Rain Lest They should fall at once and deluge All again XLIV By Them THOU Plenty dost to Earth distill And Mans dependent Heart dost fill Windes are Van-Curriers Postilions to THY WILL XLV 'T is That the ominous Cause of Earth-quakes bindes In Subterranean Grotts That findes Strange Ruptures to enfranchise th' ever-strugling Winds XLVI Thy Sandy Cord do's proudest Surges bound And Seas unfathom'd Bottoms sound Thy semi-circling Bow i' th' Clouds thy Covenant crown'd XLVII Earths Hinges hang upon thy Fiat set Midst Air-surrounding Waters yet Stand fixt on That like Which what is so Firm so Great XLVIII Yet Earths fast Columns at thy Frown do quake And Oceans dreadful Horrors make Flints melt the Rocks do rowl the airie Mountains shake XLIX Yea HEAV'NS SELF trembled and the Center shook With thy amazing PRESENCE strook When POWER of Pow'rs on Sina's Mount His Station took L. Each Ens as linkt to PROVIDENCE thy Chain Is govern'd by thy FINGERS Rein THOU seeing us we GRACE we THEE do GLORY gain LI. WHO hast no Eyes to see nor Ears to hear Yetâ—eest â—eest and hear'st All-EYE All-EAR WHO no where art contain'd yet art THOU every where LII The optick Glass we of thy PRAESCIENCE may Call th' Ark where all Idaeas lay By which each Entitie THOU dost at first pourtray LIII Future Events are praeexistent here As if they lately acted were Then any new dissect Anatomy more clear LIV. Each where at once THOU totally art still The same unchang'd yet at thy Will THOU changest All Who though THOU art unmov'd dost fill LV. Things that are most remote In whose Forecast Contingencies do crowd so fast As if past Things were now and Things to come were past LVI Though Acts on Earth crosse to thy WILL are done Besides thy WILL yet acteth None Preceding and succeeding Will in THEE are One LVII Of whose vast MANNOR all the Earth's Demains Though Earth nor Air nor HEAV'N contains Yet each obscurer Grott thy OMNIPRESENCE gains LVIII Though nought accrues to Thy unbounded STATE From Spirits which THOU didst create Yet They thy GOODNES and thy LOVE shall still dilate LIX THOU who mad'st All mad'st neither Sin nor Death Mans Folly first gave them their Breath That did â—base whole Nature with it self beneath LX. But Sin to cure THOU in a Crib gav'st Man EMANUEL DIVINE humane WHO diffâ—ring Natures joyn'd Whose REIGN no Ages scan LXI And THOU O MEDIATOR THOU whose PRAISE Like Morning Dewes to first of Dayes Was sung by Heav'nly CHORISTERS in SERAPH LAYES LXII GOD by the HOLY â—HOST begat THEE LORD Flesh took by the ETERNAL WORD Whose Self-Eternal EMANATION None record LXIII As thy Eternal EMANATION's past So to ETERNITY shal't last In the beginning was the WORD shews still THOV wast LXIV There GOD in ESSENCE One in PERSONS Three Here NATURES two in One agree THOU sitting in the Midst of TRINAL-UNITY LXV At Heav'ns High Councel-Table dart'st such Rayes As strike ev'n CHERUBS with amaze Of which the School disputing All it nothing sayes LXVI Search we the Ages past so long ago None None this MYSTERY could show Till in that Maiden-Birth t was acted here below LXVII A Dove hatch't in that Nest THY SELF did build A LAMB that Thine own Flock does shield A Wintersp FLOW'R that fram'd from whence it sprung the Fieldâ— LXVIII The Iewish Shepherds all affrighted are When HERALDS THEE proclaim'd i' th' Air Yea Magi came t' adore led by a new-born Starre LXIX Yet though thus wond'rously begot thus born SPONSOR for us faln Race forlorn T'ingratiate us with GOD becam'st to Man a Scorn LXX The GRACE SELF th' Honour t' Evangelize The sacred FUNCTION as a Prize Thou took'st yet That not on till call'd in Aarons Guize LXXI Which GOD t' Apostolize did bring to passe By th' HOLY GHOSTS Descent at Face Of Jordans then blest Streams of Which John Witness was LXXII Thence led by th' HOLY GHOST to th' Wilderness There tempted by the Fiends addresse Him overcam'st by Scriptum est Hence our Release Then forth thou wentst LXXIII Thy SERMONS Oracles ACTS Wonders were THOSE Faith begot THESE OTHERS Fear By BOTH thus wrought in us to THEE our selves we rear LXXIV THOU gav'st the Lame swift Legs the Blinde clear Eyes THOU heal'dst all humane Maladies THOU mad'st the Dumb to speak THOU mad'st the Dead to rise LXXV And art to Dead Men LIFE to sick men HEALTH SIGHT to the Blinde to th' Needy WEALTH A PLEASURE without Pain a TREASURE without Stealth LXXVI LORD in not of this World Thy KINGDOM is Thy chos'n Apostles preacht thy Blisse That none of all thy Creatures might SALVATION misse LXXVII Abra'ham long dead before yet saw THY DAY In Isaack born and Vowes did pay Type first then Antitype and quicknest every way LXXVIII Thy Gospel WISDOMS Academie shew'd Thy Mercy JUSTICE calm'd Life view'd Is TEMPERANCE Thy Death the Flag of FORTITUDE LXXIX Thou Altar Sanctuary Sacrifice Priest Bread of Life do'st All suffice N'ere cloying Feast where Appetite by Food doth rise LXXX And SON of MAN dost Sin of Man forgive To be THY Victimes Hearts do strive Who liv'dst that Life might die and di'dst that Death might live LXXXI Yet dy'dst THOU not but that Spîrit quickned free THOU might'st Saints Paradised see Rejoyc'd Assurance give to Them rejoyc'd in THEE LXXXII And that from thence to Satans gloomy Shades Made Prison for the damned Hades Thou miâ—ht'st Thy CONQUâ—ST shew Thy GLORY that ne're fades LXXXIII Thence loos'd Deaths Chains from BODY up to rear IT That when RAIS'D STATE THOU dost inherit THOU might'st become to us an ever-quickning SPIRIT LXXXIV The FATHER to reveal gives to his SON THEE HOLY GHOST thus THREE in ONE Of All peculiar SANCTIFYER yet not Alone LXXXV The FATHERS Love and SONS Adoptions Seal The SPRING of Sanctitie The WEAL O' th' Church THY SELF in Light of fiery Tongues reveal LXXXVI O LIGHT unscann'd Of Wisdom every Glance Beams only from Thy COUNTENANCE Whose STORE when empty'd most It self most doth advance LXXXVII Whose Fruits are Gentleness Peace Love and Joy All crown'd with Blisse free'd from Annoy Which neither Time World Death Hell Devil can destroy Lâ—XXVIII THOU art a Feast fram'd of that fruitfull Fare Which Hungers wast not but repair A rich Perfume no Windes can winnow into Air LXXXIX A Light unseen yet in each Place dost shine A Sound no Art can e're define A pure Embrace that Times Assault can n'ere untwine XC Flouds of unebbing Joyes from THEE do rowl Which
Laughter stretch our Spleen Come Sack in Crystal Shrine XII First Wine shall set next shall a wanton Dame Our Blood on Fire then quench our Flame But Brute Repentance shall or Hell thy wild-fire tame XIII Now with the Gallon ere thou try'st a Fall Think o' th' Hand-writing on the Wall If Bacchus th' Inturn gets down Conscience goes All. XIV Shouldst thou but once the swinish Drunkard view Presented in a Myrrour true Quite souc'd in Tavern Juice in him thy self thou 'dst rue XV. A nobler Birth with an ignoble Breast Rich Corps without a Minde 's a Beast He 's raz'd from Honours Stem who Riot is thy Guest XVI Thy Guests swoln Dropsies and dull Surfets are The Gluttons Teeth their Graves prepare They 're sick in Health living dead whose Maw's their Care XVII Go Corm'rants go with your luxurious Flock Rap'd from three Elements we mock Your muskie Jellie Pheasant candid Apricock XVIII To Arabs that they send their Phoenix write In 's spice Nest be cookt it might Far fetch 't dear bought best suits the Apician Appetite XIX Go with thy Stags embalm'd entombd in Paste On Tenants Sweat feeds rampant Waste We prize 'bove wilde Intemp'rance a Carthusian Fast. XX. Excesse enhanceth Rates Thou on this Score Grind'st 'twixt thy Teeth the starving Poor Who beg dry Crums which they with Tears would moysten ore XXI Laz'rus thy Skin's Deaths Sheet 'twixt that Bone There 's no Parenthesis bemone Dives CHRISTS Members now or thou shalt ever grone XXII Prance pamper'd Stallions to the Grave y' are driv'n Nought satisfies the Soul but HEAV'N Th' art empty World from Morn through Noon to doting Ev'n XXIII In twice-dy'd Tyrian Purple thou dost nest Restlesse with heaving Fumes opprest Which cause tumultuous Dreams Foes to indulgent Rest. XXIV From hence the Spark what pitty ' t is is Ill Grown cropsick Post for Physicks Skill Phlebotomize he must and take the Vomit Pill XXV Doctor the Cause of this Distemper state us His Cachexie results from Flatus Hypocondrunkicus ex Crapulâ creatus XXVI School him whose HEAV'N is Sense whose Reason dim Who wasts his Time as Time wasts him Give ore his Soul Divine Tayler make's Body trim XXVII Now sheath'd in rusling Silks new Suits display Thy Cloaths outworth Thee Wisemen say Hedg-creeping Glow-worms never mount to starrie Ray. XXVIII Yet who 's born under Iupiter shall move I' th Sphear of Honour Riches Love Say Wizards Vnder Jove w' are all born none above XXIX Still to be pounct perfum'd still queintly drest Still to be guarded to a Feast By fawning Looks squinting hearts like an Arrest XXX Still to have toting Waits unâ—eel thine Eyes In Bed at Board when sit when rise Such Card'nal-like their Paris prize 'bove Paradise XXXI Know Worldlings that Prosperitie's a Gin If wantoniz'd breeds Storms within To Torture turns the Metamorphosis of Sin XXXII Pomp it s own Burthen is Whose slippery State Oft headlong by too rash Debate Tumbles for value of a Straw pulls on its Fate XXXIII His Heart-blood seeths that Blood sends up in Heat Fierce Spirits those i' th' Eye their Seat Fires kindle fiery Eyes like Comets Ruine threat XXXIV Fierce Balaam hold thy Hand and smite no Asse But him i' th' Saddle he alas Wounds through her Sides himself Wrath through the Soul doth pass XXXV Duels for Blood like Molocks Idol gape Thou turn'd a Swine out of an Ape First put'st on Peacocks Pride at last the Tygers Shape XXXVI They 'r gross not Great who serve wild Laws of Blood Such only Great who dare be Good GRACE buoies up Honor which without It sticks in mud XXXVII Make thorough Search As hard to finde thy Cure As Circles puzling Quadrature Or next Way by North-Sea to sail to China sure XXXVIII Lo idle Sloth in Lap of Sodom plac't Here lies He did Occasions wast Invaluable now irreparable past XXXIX Go wanton with the Winde misus'd Hours have A Life no other then the Grave Most for Lifes circumstance the Cause of living wave XL. The privie Councel of the glorious TRINE Did in creating Man combine Angels lookt on and wondred at the Soul divine XLI Which Storehouse of three living Natures is Doth the vast World epitomize Of whom ev'n All we see 's but a Periphrasis XLII Now to what End can we conceive Mans Frame Save to the Glory of GODS Name And his eternal Blisse included in the Same XLIII Fools living die SAINTS dying live Seeds thrive When earth't Who dye to Sin survive So to come richer up Pearl-fishers deeper dive XLIV Now 's Courtesan appears who blowes Loves Fire Her pratling Eyes speak vain Desire To catch this art-fair flie the following Trouts aspire XLV The gamesome Flie that round the Candle playes Is scorcht to Death i' th courted Blaze Thus is the Amourist destroy'd by lustful Gaze. XLVI This Dame of Pleasure does to seem more bright Lattice her Day with bars of Night Spots this fair Sorceress Cloud more to enforce Delight XLVII This Helen who does Beautie counterfeit And on her Face black Patches set Like Tickets on the Door shewes that She may be Let. XLVIII She 'd Coach Affection on her Cheek But why W'ud Cupids Horses climb so high Over her alpine Nose t' orethrow it in her Eye XLIX Truths Apes beware such Wheels your Earth do wear Horses with rugged Hoofe will tear VVho living's coacht with Pride shal dying fall w th Fear L. But noble LADIES VIRGINS chast as fair Sweet modest Sex that Virtuous are Ye First my Honour my Respect ye Second share LI. ANGELICK FORMS far be it to perplex Or cast Aspersion on your Sex Loose Art in Those your native beaming Lustre decks LII So have I seen the Limners Hand design A ruder Peece neer one Divine With this course face to make That other Beauty shine LIII Her Eyes spread Nets her Lips Baits her Arms Enthralling Chains Sense hugs the Charms Of Idlenesse and Pride while Reason's free from Harms LIV. Tempestuous Whirlwindes revell in the Air Of her feig'nd Sighs her Smile 's a Snare Which she as slighly sets as subtly does prepare LV. Scarce is the Toy at Noon to th' Girdle drest Nine Pedlars need each Morn be prest To lanch her forth A ship as soon is rigg'd to th' West LVI At length Shee 's built up with accoutred Grace The Spark's enflam'd with her set Face Her glancing Eye her lisping Lip her mincing Pace LVII On those his optick Faculties do play Like frisking Motes in sunny Day Like gawdy nothings in the Trigon Glasse that ray LVIII On her profusely now he spends his Ore Scarce the Triumvir lavisht more When he did costly treat his stately Memphian Whore LIX Thou inconsid'rate Flash spend'st pretious Dayes In Dances Banquets Courtisms Playes To gain the Shade of Joy which soon as gaind decayes LX. Which barely tasted makes thee long the more Enjoy'd 't is loath'd was lov'd before Thus nor Mirths Flood nor ebbe can
Children or I die LOVE rest Thy Head upon the Pillows of my Breast When me THOU shalt impregn'd with Vertues make 50. A fruitful Eden All the Frutage take Thy Passion Ionathan below did move Rapt SPIRITS in high Excess flame with intensest Love 51 My Life is hid with THEE in GOD Descry THY SELF ô THOU my plighted SPOUSE that I May ever glorious be That my joy'd Soul 52. With THEE may make up Marriage and my whole Self THEE for Bridegroom have My Hope still sends Up Come that I may enter with thy feasted Friends 53. O That long-long'd for COME ô COME mine Eyes LOVES Sentinels watch like officious Spies Strike Sparks of JOY t'enflame LOVES Tinder make 54. The Exile view her Home the Dreamer wake Tears raise the Fire of LOVE Ease Sighs of Air Fires Passion watry Tears and earthy self Despair 55. My Sighs condens'd to Drops compute Hours spent Cancell the Lease of my Clay-Tenement Which payes deer Rent of Groans ô grant a Writ 56. Of Ease I languish out not live Permit A Passe to SIONS MOUNT But I resigne My green-sick Will though sick of LOVE to that of Thine 57. Waitings which ripen Hopes are not Delayes Presence how great how true's LOVE Absence saies While Lungs my Breath shall organ I 'l press still 58. Th' Exinanition of my o'regrown Will Behold I quickly come O're-joyd I'm here O Come Till then each Day 's an Age each Hour a Year 59. JESU That NAME' 's Ioyes Essence hasten on Throng amorous Sighs for Dissolution Fastidious Earth avant With Love-plumes soar 60. My Soul to meet thy SPOUSE Can'st wish for more Only Come give a RING Re-eccho then O Come Even so LORD IESV Come Amen Amen LXI Who 's this Inamor'd VOT'RESSE Like the Morn From Mountain unto Mountain born Who first with Night-drops dew'd seem'd Turtle Dove forlorn LXII But now e're warped Body neer Decay Stands Bow-like bent to shoot away Her Soul Ere prone Looks kiss her Grave e're her last Day LXIII She LOVE-fill'd wants no Mate has rather one Body too much I' th' SPIRITS Throne CHRISTS Peace is fullest Quire Such Loneness least alone LXIV When soft-flying Sleep Deaths Sister Wings do's spread Over that curtain'd Grave her Bed Then with prophetick Dreams the HIGHEST crowns her Head LXV Behold a comely PERSON clad in white The all-inlightning Sun lesse bright Than that illustrious FACE of HIS which blest her Sight LXVI To Her in MAJESTIE His Way HE broke And softly thus to Her HE spoke Come Come away My JESUS saies She. So She woke LXVII Her Pray'rs more passionate than witty rise As Sols Postilion bright her Eyes Wrastling with GOD for GRACE bedew Loves Paradise LXVIII Betimes when keen breath'd Winds with frosty Cream Peri'wig bald Trees glaze tatling Stream For May-games past white-sheet peccavi is Winters Theme LXIX Those Day-breaks give good Morrows which she takes With Thanks so doubly Good them makes Who in GODS Promise rests in GODS Remembrance wakes LXX SAINTS nothing more SAINTS nothing lesse regard Than LOVES SELF than self-Love unscar'd Though rackt into an Anagram their Souls being spar'd LXXI Through Vertuous Self-mistrust They acted move Like Needle toucht by th' Stone of Love Blest Magnet which attracts and Souls directs ABOVE LXXII Were She but mortal She were satisfy'd So GOD liv'd in Her till She dy'd His WORD her Deed his WILL her Warrant BOTH her Guide LXXIII Thus this DEVOTA breaths out yerning Cries Let not Dust blinde my sensual Eyes When as my Spirits Energie transcends the Skies LXXIV VIRTUES raise Souls All 's FILIAL to ABOVE Low'st Step is Mercenary Love Fraternal are the Sides that SAINTS Ascent improve LXXV Manna to my enamour'd Soul art THOU The SPIRIT of Heav'n distill'd do's flow From thy ASPECT By That from Brutes we ANGELS grow LXXVI Had I ô had I many Lives as Years As many Loves as Love hath Fears All All were THINE had I as many Hearts as Hairs LXXVII From THEE my JOY-EXTENSIONS spreading flow Dilating as Leaf-gold be n't slow O THOU my All and more Love-lorn THEE still I woo LXXVIII The Widow press'd till THEE to grant She bound The VIRGIN sought THEE till she found The Publican did knock till opening knocking crown'd LXXIX Though nought but dross I in my self can spie Yet melted with THY beaming EYE My Refuse turns to Gold by mystick Alchymie LXXX Then whet thy blunt Sythe Time and wing thy Feet Life not in Length but Use is sweet Come Death the Body brought a bed o' th' SOUL Come fleet LXXXI Be Pulse my passing-Bell be Skin my Herse Nights sable Curtains that disperse The Rayes of Day be Shroud Dews weep my funeral Verse LXXXII Pittie me Love-sick Virgins Then She swound O'recome with Zeal She sunk to th' Ground Darts of intolerable Sweets her Soul did wound LXXXIII She lay with flaming LOVE empierc't to th' Heart Wak't As She bled She kist the Dart Then sigh'd Take all I am or have All All THOU art LXXXIV Then sunk again Reviv'd LOVES BOW She bent And marry'd String to Shaft and sent Ejaculations which the Skies like Lightning rent LXXXV Piercing Them through feather'd with Sighs to show She little pay'd yet much did owe The Feathers sung and fir'd as they did upward go LXXXVI No ice-fring'd Cloud may quench LOVES soaring Flame LOVE is more strong then Death or Shame Grown up all Soul the Flesh sinks in a triple Qualm LXXXVII I charge ye SION VIRGINS let Her still Enjoy her disencloystred Fill In These high Extasies of UNION and WILL. LXXXVIII Do not with Claps of Hands or noise of Feet Awake Her from what is more sweet Till the bright rising Day-star light Her to HEAV'NS Street LXXXIX Yeeld Her what her unfetter'd Rapture gives Since She 's more where She loves than lives Transanimations scaling HEAV'N break carnal Gyves XC In LOVES triumphant Chariot plac't She is Concentrick are her JOYES with HIS Encharioted in Fire her Spirit HEAV'N-ripe for Blisse XCI They 're only sound who Thus are lost in Trance Transported to the High'st Advance With Him who was in Spirit rapt to ' expreffeles Glance XCII Return'd She cry'd O slay me thus again Ne're lives she who thus ne're is slain How sweet the Wounds of LOVE No Pleasure to LOVES pain XCIII In furnac't Pyrausta-like I fry To live is Faith 't is Gain to die One Life 's enough for Two THOU liv'st in me not I XCIV How mid'st Regalios of LOVES Banquet I Dissolve in Sweets Extremitie O Languors Thus to live is in pure Flames to die XCV Three Kings three Gifts to th' KING of Kings did bring Myrrhe Incense Gold to Man GOD King For Myrrhe Tears Incense Pray'rs Gold take Loves Offering XCVI O take Loves Hecatomb Then through her Eyes Did LOVE inamoring Passions rise HIGH'ST GLORY crowns THEOPHILA's Love-Sacrifice XCVII Not She Mortality alone did die Death's but Translation to the Skie All Virtues fir'd in her pure BREAST their Spicerie
their Crimes display LXVIII Giants of Earth Aviso's may you tell That though with envy'd State you swell Yet soon within Corruptions Charnel-house you 'l dwell LXIX Scepters are frail as Reeds who had no Bound Are claspt within six foot of Ground Whose Epitaphs next Age will be Oblivion found LXX Such Yesterday as would have been their Slave To day may tread upon their Grave That flats the Nose Best Lectures dust-seel'd Pulpets LXXI Who tost the Ball of Earth in dark Vaults rest All what that Gen'rall once possest Was but a Shirt in 's Tomb who vanquisht all the East LXXII Invading Cyrus in a Tub of Gore Might quaff his Fill who evermore Had thirsted Blood Him timeless Fate midst Triumphs tore LXXIII Weigh Life's frail Pomp vain remember Paul The way to rise will be to fall In 's high Commission low in 's low Conversion tall LXXIV Soul w'udst aspire to th' High'st clip Tumors Wing To th' Test of HEAV'N thy Axioms bring Best Polit'ick David was Who conquers Sin 's the King LXXV Let raised Elijah-like aspire To be encharioted in Fire Faith Love Joy Peace the Wheels to Saints sublime Desire LXXVI Avaro cite as void of Grace as stor'd With Gold the GOD his Soul ador'd Wealth twins with Fear Why start'st Unlock thy unsunn'd Hord LXXVII I 'l treble't by the Philosophick Stone This makes thee stare Why thus 't is done To Passives Actives joyn in due Proportion LXXVIII Behold vast Sums unown'd Thou hutch-cram'd Chink Art made as Nothing with a Wink Thou bred from Hell with Hell-deeds Souls to Hell dost sink LXXIX Gold is the Fautress of all civil Jarres Treasons Reward the Nerve of Wars Nurse of Prophaneness suckling Rage that Kingdoms marres LXXX Thou potent Devil how dost thou bewitch The dreggy Soul spott'st it with Itch This Slave to thee his slave was never poor till rich LXXXI Now chest th' all worshipt Ore with rev'rend Awe Sols Gold and Luna's Silver draw Should Hell have these 't would plunder'd be to sate thy Maw LXXXII While Gripes of Famine mutiny within And tan like Hides the shrivel'd Skin O' th' Poor whose pining Want can not thy Pitty win LXXXIII Having their Gravestones underneath their Feet Breath out their Woes to All they meet While thou to them are flintier than their Bed the Street LXXXIV Blinded with Tears with crying hoarse forlorn They seem to be of All but Scorn Death than Delay Wants bloudless Wound is easier born LXXXV Thy Dropsie breeds Consumption in thine Heir Who thus t' himself I 'l ease your Care Measure not Grounds but your own Earth Die now to spare LXXXVI What 's rak'd by Wrong and kept by Fear when mine Shall spread as I 'm Then brood the Shine Penurious Wretch till thou by empty Fulnesse pine LXXXVII Thy Care 's to lessen Cost how slow thy Payes How quick Receipts Lov'st Fasting-Dayes But 't is to save thus starv'st in Store thee Plenty slayes LXXXVIII When shall I rifle every Trunk and Shelf Of this old muckie wretched Elf Who turns as Chymists do all that he scrapes to Pelf LXXXIX O sordid Phrenzie Anxious Maze of Care O gripple Covetize to spare And dream of Gold The Misers Heav'n the Indians Snare XC Oppression is the Bloud-shot in their Eyes Bribes blanch Gehesa till he dies Fool read this Night Death may thy dunghil Soul surprize XCI Think not for whom thou dost thy Soul deceive And injur'd Nature so bereave But still thy knotty Brain with wedg-like Anguish cleave XCII Sruck blinde with Gold brood on thy Rapines till Thou hatch up stinging Cares to th' fill The heaviest Curse on this side Hell 's to thrive in Ill. XCIII Go venture for 't with Sharks haste Miser old To th' Hook because the Bait is Gold Pawn thy Soul for 't as Iudas did when 's LORD he sold. XCIV Possessors are as Saul possest who crosse HEAV'NS Law Gain got by Guile proves Losse Getting begits more Itch Lusts specious Ore is drosse XCV Who sowe to Sin shall reap to Iudgement Train To Hell is Idolized Gain Canst Death or Vengeance bribe If not dread ceaseless Pain XCVI Why so fast poasted by thy strugling Cares And Self-slaying Fraud with all their Snares Stay view thy self Destruction her crackt Glass prepares XCVII His pursie Conscience opens now I 've run On Rocks he houls too late to shun Lost Vse and Principle Gold I 'm by Thee undone XCVIII If to exhort be not too late attend The wholsom Counsel of a Friend Renounce thy Idol and prevent thy wretched End XCIX Sound for Faiths Bottom with Hopes anch'ring Cord Repent Restore large Alms afford The dismall Fraught of sinking Sins cast over-board C. He who returns to 's Avarice left his Sore Growes desp'rate Deadlier than before His Hopes of HEAV'N much lesse his Fears of Hell much more Oceani Monstrum natat infraenabile Lingua Naves saepè pias haec Echeneis habet Cui paro Naumachiam Freta conturbata pererrans Sit Remoque meo Lis Remoraeque tuae Spes rebus affixa fugacibus uno Frangitur Afflatu THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD CANTO XI The Disincantation ARGUMENT Crispulus hic nulli Nugarum Laude secundus Cui Mens Lucisinops Stulta Ruina Domûs Qui Cereri Bromioque litat Luxuque liquescit Huic ne putrescat pro Sale Vita datur Volupto crown'd with Blisse of Fools is bent To Wine Feasts Gauds loose Merriment Runs on in Lusts Career till Grace stops-with Repent STANZA I. O Headlesse heady Age O giddy Toyes As humble Cots yield quiet Joyes So prouder Palaces are Drums of restlesse Noise II. 'T was in the blooming Verdure of the Yeer When through the Twins Sol's Course did steer That a spruce Gallant did on Summons strait appear III. Glitt'ring in Brav'ry like the Knight o' th' Sun Whose Nags in Hide-park Races run This Ev'n 'T is sure Volupto old Avaros Son IV. Hot showes the Day by th' Dust upon his Head And all his Clothes so loosely spread He 's so untrust as if it were not long to Bed V. His Hands keep Time to th' Tune of 's Feet his Pace Is danced Measures and 't is Grace Enough ore's Shoulder to afford a quarter-face VI. Act 'bove French Monkies Antimasks he might Before the Apes Spectators right Such Dops Shrugs Puppet-playes shew best by Candle-light VII How mimick hum'rous Garbs in various kinde Do checquer Whimsies in the Minde As diff'ring Flow'rs on Peru's Wonder Gardners finde VIII Hast thou black Patches too for Shame forbear Smooth Chins should not have Spots but Hair But thou art modish and canst vapour drink swear IX How blazing Tapers waste Lifes blink away In Socket of their mouldring Clay How powder'd Curls do sin-polluted Dust bewray X. As Prudence fram'd Art to be Natures Ape So Pride forms Nature to Arts Shape Corrupted Wine is worst that 's prest from richest Grape XI Wilt Reasons Sense dissolve in senselesse Wine And sing while Youths frail Gem does shine Come
Rage seem Natures Consort tun'd by Love LVI VVee to their hoarse Laments lend listning Ears And sympathize with them in Tears Sadly remembring British Sions acted Fears LVII Then our sad Hearts are prickt whence spring forth Cries From those drain'd through the bruis'd Soul rise Faith-fumes by Heav'ns Fire drawn which drop through melting Eyes LVIII Cause hungry Swords devour'd Mans Flesh like Food And thirsty Spears were drunk with Blood LORD how thy Spouse turns mummy'd Earth her Gore a Floud LIX Edge-hill with Bones lookt white with Blood lookt red Maz'd at the Number of the Dead A Theam for Tears in unborn Eyes to be still shed LX. How many bound with Iron who did scape The Steel and Death commits a Rape On them in Jayls who Her defy'd in warlike Shape LXI Cross-biasnesse to Grace our Ruine spinn'd Harrow'd with Woes be HEAV'N our Friend Sodome 'gainst Nature We 'gainst Light of TRUTH have sinn'd LXII This draws Eye-tribute from Compunctions Den GRACE guard thy prostrate Suppliant then VVho am the Chief of Sinners and the Worst of Men LXIII My Guilt before thy MERCY-SEAT I lay For HIS sake save me who gave way To dye for Sinners Ah Sin kills HIM every Day LXIV Sin n'ere departs till humbled in deep Fears Embalm'd in Pray'rs and drown'd in Tears The fragrant Araby breathes no Perfume like Theirs LXV More fruitfull Those unwitnessed appear Gems are too cheap for every Tear Deep Sorrow from It-Self doth its high Comfort rear LXVI Salt Tears the pious Converts sweetest Sport To hopefull Joyes the entring Port Ye waft blest Mariners to Sions glorious Court LXVII But whether stray'st thou Grief Pearld Dew arraies As yet the Virgin-Meads whose Gaies Unbarb'd perk up to prank the curled Stream that plaies LXVIII By rushy-fringed Banks with purling Rill Meandring underneath the Hill Thus Stream-like glides our Life to Deaths broad Ocean still LXIX The pleasant Grove triumphs with blooming May While Melancholy scuds away The painted Quire on motly Banks sweet Notes display LXX Earths flow'r-wov'n Damask doth us gently woo On her embroyder'd Mantle to Repose where various Gems like Constellations shew LXXI Our selves here steal we from our selues by Qualms Of Pleasure rais'd from new-coyn'd Psalms When Skies are blew Earth green and Meadows flow with Balms LXXII We there on grassie tufted Tapistries In guiltlesse Shades by full-hair'd Trees Leaning unpillow'd Heads view Natures Ants Bees LXXIII Justly admiring more those agile Ants Than Castle-bearing Elephants Where Industrie epitomiz'd no Vigour wants LXXIV More than at Tusks of Bores we wonder at This Moths strange Teeth Legs of this Gnat Passe large-limm'd Gryphons Then on Bees we musing sat LXXV How Colonies Realms Hope they breed Proclaim Their King how Nectar-Courts they frame How they in waxen Cels record their Princes Fame LXXVI How Kings amidst their Bands in Armour shine And great Souls in small Breasts confine How under strictest Laws they keep up Discipline LXXVII How All agree while their King lives in one But dead the publike Faith 's o'rethrown Their State becomes a Spoil which was so plenteous grown LXXVIII Abstruser Depths here Aristotles Eye That Ipse of Philosophie Natures Professor purblinde was to search so high LXXIX Thinking which Some deem Idlenesse to me It seems Lifes Heav'n on Earth to be By Observation GOD is seen in all wee see LXXX Our Books are HEAV'N above us Aire and Sea Around Earth under Faith 's our Stay And Grace our Guide the Word our Light CHRIST our Way LXXXI Friend view that Rock and think from Rocks green Wound How thirst-expelling Streams did bound View Streams and think how Iordan did become dry Ground LXXXII View Seas think how Waves like Walls of Glass Stood fixt while Hebrew Troops did pass But clos'd the Pharian Host in one confused Mass. LXXXIII These Flow'rs we see to Day like Beauty brave At Ev'n will be shut up and have Next Week their Death then buried soon in Stalks their Grave LXXXIV Beautie 's a Flow'r Fame Puff high State a Gaze Pleasure a Dance and Gold a Blaze Greatnesse a Load These soon are lost in Times short Maze LXXXV As solemn Statesmen sleight meer childish toyl Framing Card-structures ANGELS smile And pitty so when Life strait flits Mans tearing Broyl LXXXVI Search Empires Dawn unwinde Times Ball again Unreel through Ages its snarl'd Skain Run back like Sol on Ahaz Diall See All 's vain LXXXVII This did I from THEOPHILA descry Not her fair-feather'd Speech could fly To Ground but my Ears Pitfall caught it instantly LXXXVIII Though her informing Voice be parted hence Tides of impressive Notions thence Flow soft as Shours on Balm sweet as Frankincense LXXXIX The Conqueror who wades in Bloud for Pow'r Cannot ensure th' ensuing Houre Death soon may his Ovations sweetest Nectar sowre XC All 's vain Th' Assyrian Lion Persian Bear Greek Leopard Roman Eagle-where Where is fam'd Troy that did so proudly domineer XCI Troy's gone yet Simois stayes O Fortunes Play That which was fixt is fled away And only what was ever-flitting still does stay XCII Vast Pyramids uprear'd t'interre the Dead Themselves like Men are sepulchred Ambitious Obelisks Ostents of Pride Dust wed XCIII HEAV'N sees the crumbling Fabrick of Earths Ball That Dust is Mans Original To HIM All Nature is as wither'd Leaves that fall XCIV Terrestrials transient are Kings fight for Clods HEAV'NS HEIRE is mightier PRINCE by odds Ev'n All is His and He is CHRISTS CHRIST is GODS XCV Thoughts dwell on This. Let 's be our own Deaths-Head The glorious Martyr lives though dead Sweet Rose in his own fadelesse Leaves enveloped XCVI HEAV'N was his Watch whose starrie Circles winde All Ages up the Hand that sign'd Those Figures guides them World thy Clocks are false blinde XCVII Time in ETERNITIES immense Book is But as a short Parenthesis Mans Life a point GODS Day is never-setting Bliss XCVIII Could Man summe up all Times so as if there A Moment not remaning were Yet all those close-throng'd Figures seem but Cyphers here XCIX Could Calculators multiply times Glass To Myriads more of Yeers alas Those Sands to This DURATION as a Minute passe C. Such mental Buds we from each Object take And for CHRISTS Spouse of Them we make Spiritual Wreaths nor do we Her own Words forsake CI. Arise ô North and thou ô South-winde blow Let Scent of Flow'rs and Spices flow That the BELOVED may into his Garden goe CII Whose Beauty Flow'rs whose Height made lofty Trees Whose Permanence made Time These Pay Tribute by Returns to HIM as Springs to Seas CIII This steals our Soul from her thick Loom t' aspire To Canzons tin'd with Enthean Fire Taking high Wing to soar up to the Angel-Quire CIV By such like Speculations would we stie To th' SUN of Righteousnesse though I A Star am lesse than least of all the Galaxie CV The Burden to each Hymn is This. Thy Wayes LORD are inscrutable All Dayes All Tongues are
Ruine by Civil Warre supported Belgâ—a overthrown the Spanish invincible Navie expelled the Spaniards out of Ireland received the Irish into Mercie enriched England by her most prudent Government 45 Years Elizabeth a vertuous and triumphant Queen in the 70th year of her Age in most happy and peaceable manner departed this Life leaving here her mortal parts until by the last Trump she shall rise immortal LXXII She past the Furnace to be more refin'd From Flames drew Purity of Minde Not heat of Passion hence being try'd She brighter shin'd LXXIII Here wound here lance me LORD thy Austin cries Dissect me here for Paradise The Cross the Altar be so Love be Sacrifice LXXIV Imprint thy LOVE so deep into my Heart That neither Hunger Thirst nor Smart Gain Losse nor Thraldom Life nor Death Us ever part LXXV Should Foes rip up my Breast with piercing Blade My Soul would but have Passage made Through which to HEAV'N she might in Purple Riv'lets wade LXXVI Forbid the Banes 'twixt Soul and Body joyn'd The Corps but falls to be refin'd And re-espous'd unto the Glorifi'd high Minde LXXVII Who makes th' ALMIGHTY his Delight He goes To Martyrdom as to Repose The Red Sea leads to PALESTINE where all Ioy flowes LXXVIII Steel'd 'gainst Afflictions Anvel let 's become Proud of the Worlds severest Doom No Majestie on Earth is like to Martyrdome LXXIX Enter into thy Masters Ioy ' s so great This Thought is with such Flames repleat That from th' High Court of Mercy Souls all Deaths defeat LXXX Who saith Fear not HIM must we fear alone Blest whom no Fear makes Faith be gone How many must they fear who fear not only ONE LXXXI We are but once to our Graves Port brought in To which from Birth w' have sailing bin It matters not what Way so we scape Rocks of Sin LXXXII But hark 't is late the Whislers knock from Plough The droyling Swineheards Drum beats now Maids have their Cursies made to th' spungy-teated Cow LXXXIII Larks roosted are the folded Flocks are pent In huâ—dled Grates the tir'd Ox sent In loose Trace home now Hesper lights his Torch 〈◊〉 Tent. LXXXIV See glimmering Light the Pharos of our Cot By Innocence protected not By Guards we thither tend where Ev'n-song's not forgot LXXXV O Pray'r Thou Anchor through the Worldly Sea Thou sov'raign Rhet'rick 'bove the Plea Of Flesh that feed'st the fainting Soul thou art 〈◊〉 Key LXXXVI Blest Season when Dayes Eye is clos'd to win Our Heart to clear th' Account when Sin Has past the Audit Ravishments of Soul begin LXXXVII Who never wake to meditate or weep Shall â—ure be sentenc'd for their Sleep Night to forepassed Day should still strict Centrie keep LXXXVIII O let them perish midst their flaring Clay Who value Treasures with a Day Devoutly spent FAITH' 's the true Gem the World a Gay LXXXIX So wastful Vsâ—rer as thy self there 's None Who 〈◊〉 three true Gems for one 〈…〉 Thy Rest Famâ— Soul for ever gone XC When 〈◊〉 Mists our Hemisphear invade Of all the Air when one Blot's made 〈…〉 XCI Then for an Hour Elixir of Delight We Heav'n beleag'ring pray and write When every Eye is lockt but those that watch the Night XCII Saints fight on bended Knees their Weapons are Defensive Patience Tears and Pray'r Their Valour most when without Witness Hell do's scare XCIII May whiter Wishes wing'd with Zeal appear Lovely unto Thy purest Ear Where nothing is accepted but what 's chast and clear XCIV Lifes hectick Fits finde Cordials in Pray'rs Hive Transcendently Restorative Which might our Iron Age to its first Gold retrive XCV See listning Time runs back to fetch the Age Of Gold when Pray'r does Heav'n engage Devotion is Religions Life-blood 't is Gods Page XCVI Who brings rich Bliss by Bills of sure Exchange The Blessings that the Poor arrange For Alms receiv'd that Day beatifies our Grange XCVII Dance Nabals with large Sails on smiling Tides Till the black Storm against you rides Whose pitchie Rains interminable Vengeance guides XCVIII But LORD let Charitie our Table spread Let Vnity adorn our Bed And may soft Love be Pillow underneath our Head XCIX Enricht le ts darn up Want what Fortune can Or give or take away from Man We prize not much HEAV'N payes the good Samaritan C. Thus Life still blessing and still blest we spend Thus entertain we Death as Friend To disapparel us for GLORIES endlesse End CI. Who thus forgot in Graces growes as Years Loves cherisht Pray'r unwitnest Tears Rescu'd from monstrous Men no other Monster fears CII They who their dwelling in Abdera had Did think Democritus was mad He knew t was so of them The Application's sad CIII Knew but the World what COMFORTS tiding on Flow to such Recollection It would run mad with Envie be with Rage undone CIV O Sequestration Rich to Worldlings Shame A Life 's our Object not a Name Herostratus did sail like Witch i' th' Air of Fame CV Get long-breath'd Chronicles ye need such Alms Sue from Diurnal Breefs for Palms Injurious Grandeur for its frantick Pride wants Balms CVI. In Aery Flatt'ries Rumour not Fame lies Inconstancie Times Mistresse cries It up which soon by arguing Time Truths Parent dies CVII Fames Plant takes Root from Vertue grows thereby Pure Souls though Fortune-trod stand high When mundane shallow-searching Breath It self shall die CVIII O frail Applause of Flesh swoln Bubbles passe Turf-fire more Smoak than Splendor has What Bulwark firm on Sand What shell for Pearl may passe CIX But Saints with an attentive Hope from High On HEAV'NS Paroll do live and die Passing from Lifes short Night to Dayes ETERNITIE CX Whâ— blessedly so breathe and leave their Breath Of dying Life make living Death Each Day spent like the last does act a HEAV'N beneath CXâ— Death's one long Sleep and humane Life no more Than one short Watch an Hour before World after thy mad Tempest 't is the landing Shore CXII Mid point betwixt the Lives of Losse and Gain The Path to boundlesse Ioy or Pain Saints Birth-day Natures Dread GRACE doth this Bandog chain CXIII When Moses from high Pisgahs Top descry'd Fair Canaan Type o' th' HEAV'NLY Bâ—IDE He breath'd out his Joy-ravisht Soul so sweetly dy'd CXIV To IMMORTALITIE the Grave 's a Womb We passe into a Glorious Room Thorough the gloomie Entry of a narrow Tomb. CXV LORD as THOU mad'st most pow'rful ONE in THREE The World of nothing so let me Make nothing of the World but make my All in THEE CXVI Pardon the By-steps that my Soul has trod Most Great Good Glorious Gratious GOD Seal THOU the Bill of my Divorse to Earths dull clod CXVII Thy boundlesse Sourse of GRACE the scarlet Spot Scour'd white as Wool that first did blot Th' Original in Man that was so fairly wrot CXVIII Check not my Hope but spurre my Fear to THEE Virtue to court and Vice to flee Love lend thou me thy Spurre Fear thou my Bridle be CXIX