troop of Faâ—â—ies come Which round him dance triumphingly while some Anoint his eyes with Poppy-Juice and other With Soperiferous fumes his nosethrills smother And out of Bottles some pour down his throat Somniferous liquor from black Lâ—thâ— brought Long mayst thou sleep Long mayst thou sleep they cry And never wake out of this Lethargy But now the Time is come that all these Charmes Must be dissolv'd rap'd out of Sathans armes His Soul must be A mighty clap of Thunder As if the Heav'n's and Earth were rent assunder He hears affrighted up he heaves his head And as if newly risen from the dead He looks about rubbing his scarce-op'd eyes When in a flash of light'ning from the skies An Angel with an angry Countenance Descends his hasty steps he doth advance Unto this supine Soul one hand a goad Held in the other a sharp-scourging Rod. With a loud voyce I CONSCIENCE am cries he Who must awake thee from this Lethargy The pointed Goad into his flesh he â—lirks Whilst with the other hand he soundly jerks His naked Breast This sleepy Soul at first Scarce feels the stripes he then doth farther thrust The pricking Acus of his tort'ring Goad And with his Scourge lays on a heavier load Till that the blood from 's flesh begins to spin And still the Angel cries awake from sin Throughly awak'd he now begins to feel The tort'ring anguish of the pricking Steel He now cryes out What shall I do Oh! I Cann't bear this pain and up he starts to flye But round about a Mist as dark as Night Fills all the place only a little Light About the Angel shines by which he sees His sad condition and his miseries But up he starts and in the dark doth run Here up and down but yet he cannot shun The Angels strokes who where some e'r he goes Renews his torments with reitterate blows And now all 's former sins take shapes and do Where e'r he goes appear unto his view Against his face they flye Tormented he Cryes LORD from this sad HEL deliver me Whilst thus tormented up and down he flyes At length a little shining Light he spies On his right hand to that he runs and there He finds a passage from this Valley where When he had enter'd by that Light he saw His former sins ty'd on both sides the way In black and ugly shapes he loathes them now And fain would shun their sight could he tell how Amaz'd he stands What did by bosom dain Cryes he such ugly shapes to entertain Where were my eyes that their deformity And blacker shapes I could no sooner see O wretch that I did ever these commit Hel's sharpest torments I deserve for it O I am in the Wrath of God! my eyes Pour forth your teares How didst Apostarize My Soul In this deplorable estateâ— Expect no Mercy but Gods deepest Hate Oh with what anger the severer Judge Beholds me now I cannot go nor budge Where shall I flye O! which way shall I run Or where can I God's sharper Justice shun I won't go back Nor can I further go And in this place I am as loath to stay Drove to these straits what shall I do too weak Frail flesh and blood and frequent sins bespeak Me to perform those things the Law requiâ—es O sad condition O tormenting fires Of Wrath O which way which way shall I turn Hel's scorching flames within my bosom burn He thus perplext a little farther goes When that a Silver torrent doth oppose His hasty steps No other way there was If he 'l proceed but th'row those streams to passe Must I no farther go cryes he Constrain Me not O Bâ—ook for to return again No rather here I 'le dye upon the brink Thereof the lets his feeble body sink Here shall my brinish tears encrease your tide And shall as fast as your dull waters glide My eyes shall be your springs you need not fear A want of waters whilst that I am here If cold your streams with frosty fetters chain My warmer sighs them soon shall melt again Eyes ope your sluces Cataracts of Tears Fall down preserv'd you have these many years Your sullen waters 'gainst this time of need For to bewail my sad estate O speed Into this gentle River furrows make Upon my cheeks where you your Currents take Ah! Sins 't is ye that cause these Tears to flow Ye only are the cause of all my wo. 'T is ye who brought me to this sad estate I now repent me tho I fear too late My blubber'd eyes now turn from you I will I hate you all and flye you Eyes your fill Now take of Teares encrease this River so That 's streams may bigger than his Channel grow Whilst he for 's former sins a Ransom payes In Pearly Tears and'spanting Heart doth raise Within his Breast a tempest with his sighs A Man he in the gliding River ' spies When to the Wast the greedy waters had Devour'd his upper part was meanly clad With a rough jacket made of Camels hair Which with a leathern Zone upon his bare And tender skin was girt By this he knew 'T was Iohn the Baptist the Brook Iordan too Whilst with his vest the sporting waters play'd Two Crimson leaves disclosing thus he said Art thou a Pilgrim to the holy Land In which the New Ierusalem doth stand This then 's the Way no other way there is But th'row this River to Eternal Blisse Here in these waters must thou oftentimes Thy Body lave from all thy former crimes Here wash thy Soul from all the stains of sin If thou intendest Heav'n's high Race to win This Baptism by me thou first must prove E'r thou attainest that of Fire and Love This doth prepare thee for the other this Will cool that Fire which now raging is Within thy Bosom for thy former sin Here thou 'lt â—ind Peace and Rest Step quickly in His lips scarce clos'd were when the penitent Leap'd in and gladly to the Baptist went Who there immerg'd him in the Christal Tide A many times when on the other side Which melting Chrystal in round bulla's fall From 's hair and garments placing him he all Alone there leaves him But within his mind He far lesse trouble and more ease doth find As if disloaded from a heavy weight Of gives and fetters which he bore of late He feels himself and like a Porter now Discharg'd of what his back did underbow Himself doth stretch for ease But by and by A winged Post down from the Skie doth flye In 's Hand a sealed Parchment this he doth To him present th' outside a while he view'th But opening it these words he written finds We whose right Hand at pleasure all things binds And loses both in Heav'n and Earth Great King Of all the Worlds who unto Hell can fling All Mortals and thence raise again We do For our Son's sake who fupplicates for you Remit and Pardon all those
seems you w'ont But hear me if you please I le but propound a question unto you Why may not you have these and Heav'n too You are a Saint what then Is God unjust Then wicked men alone Earth's Riches must Enjoy Shall God open his Cabinet Of nature and his choisest Riches set Before the Wicked that Blaspheme his Name And only them At least the Saints the same Priviledge may enjoy Nature doth pout To hear you thus make her a prostituâ—eâ— She that has made the Saints her only heires The wicked share not what they have's not theirs The Saints it is They rob the Saints I moan To see your folly Cheated from your own Nay worse To think them hurtful ills and make That bad which God made good and for your sake Would God oâ—'s Handmaid Nature such bright gemms Created haveâ— and with so glorious beams Of Light and Beauty giv'n them for to be Temptations to his Saints Heav'ns Progeny Or rather was it not â—to tyâ—ifie By these the lustre they shall bear on high The end of their Creation then for them 's They then despise God's Gifts who do his Gemms Is th' intellect of Man by which a Man We only from the Bruits distinguish can A wicked thing if wicked I have done And those that think so surely they have none If good then good it must produce this Laceâ— Of Gold this Gown these hoods this brodered case It did find out the Honours Arts and what You see at first invented was by that And more it daily doth invent If these From good proceed why they the Saints displease Why rather did not God make Man a Beast When by his understanding he 's opprest And why doth it still use invention If 't only be for his destruction Review these glitterinâ— things what harm doth there That you despise them thus in them appear They 'r neither Wolves nor Bears nor will they bite That you stand's if you scar'd were aâ— their sight Here take your choyce chuse what you will you may Take Gemms take â—ewels then keep on your Way These are not heavy put them on and see How like an Angel then a Saint will be Bright Alethia all this while stood by Her Beauties hiding from the Pilgrim's eye But now displaying of her splendid beamsâ— Vail'd all the brightnesse of the Mount and Gemms Like 〈◊〉 Tâ—taâ— stepping from a cloud Wherein he did but now his Beauties shroud Her beams bi fac'd Dâ—ceit deâ—ect and shew'd Her double-tongue from whence sâ— ' her venom spew'd But to our Pilgrim from her sacred tongue Where Hibla dwel't these admonitions sprung Seest thou this Hag this Pharmacentria Who with her charmes seeks to oppose thy way To Blisse and to felicity indeed Throughout the World her crafty Magic 's spread And dress'd like me the Worlds vast stage she walks Feigning my voyce and gestures when she talks By her I oft have been abus'd and she By simple hearts admitted is for me An innocent Lamb they judge her by her skin But she a ravening Wolf is found within My words she with her lyes doth mix that so Blended none may th' one from the other know This is the Hag that would your Journey let By this vain mount oâ— Dust which here is setâ— And what 's the World its Riches Honours Pleasuresâ— Compar'd to one grain of Heav'n's better Treasures There 's no comparison that 's fit enough The one AEternal th'oâ—her mortal stuff No joyes no pleasures but they mixed are A grain of them an ounce of Grief and Care And as for Riches vainer than the rest They be by them your trouble is increast Honours and Pleasures Riches in excesse Had you Death spoileth all your happinesse They are fine things indeed for groveling Souls Who dare not rear their Thoughts above the Poles But those that once a tast of Heav'n have had Thinks these things vain and their desires mad This World and what it doth afford esteem The Packthread to bind up the purchas'd Gemm They Heav'n seek first and then the World is given But Crab-like Men Earth first then seek for Heav'n Defie Deccit then let her Hag-ship know Thou scornest all her Treasures here below And that thou bearest such a noble mind To ' count them chaff that flyes before the Wind And at thy feet Earth's honour'd Crowns to spread Whilst to the Heav'n's thou rear'st thy lofty head Heav'n's Road's first pav'd with Pain at last with Blisse Hel's last with Pain at first with Pleasures is Ah! sly Deceâ—t that Heav'n and Earth would joyn When they were sever'd by a Hand divine For who has Earth must Heav'n forego and who Heav'n will enjoy Earth must not cover too Can he be worthy of Heav'ns happinesse That will not Earth leave that he may 't possesse Nor is All-mighty God unjust in that Earth's drosse he to the Saints prohibits Whatâ— Doth he not know what 's best He gives this Law Because he knows how apt the World 's to draw Their minds from their Great God Nor does the stain In Nature's Beauties nor in Earth remain But in Man 's own depraved mind 't is he That turns what 's pure into impurity Man's Intellect not evil is 't is true God did it Good create but yet there 's few But do abuse his Gifts for whilst that they Such uselesse things invent they should display Their understandings in the highest Sphear Far from the reach of Earth Behold they there Should the bright Eye of his Divinity And would they fall from that Sublimity Nature his Book they should have read abound His mighty Wonders there they would have found But 〈◊〉 spreading his most subtle traines With subtilty and Craft hath fill'd the braines Of Man so that his Wit is buâ—ied still In leaving Good to find out Toyes and Ill. Therefore the Saints may well displeased be With what â— ' invents for uselesse vanity Beastly Deceit though Man's Invention Prove oft-times means to his Destruction The Fault 's not God's but wicked thine the Devil And 's self God made it very Good you evil And he must it reduce again e'r he Enjoy can the bright Crowns of Purity Nor are Saints cheated from their own what can In all the Earth be rightly claim'd by Man Is not it all the Lords may not he then As it shall please him give it unto Men Do wicked men possesse the Earth their gain Of that at last shall but augment their pain What if it be the Saints by right shall they If God requires to leave it not obey He doth and knoweth what he does they must Forsake that drosse and unto Heav'n thrust All must be left for Heav'n Hearts must be looâ—'d From Earth therefore Deceit has you abus'd To make you think it is your right to wear Earth's Beauties on your back or to appear So glorious Thou wouldst appear to me More Luciâ—er than Angel for to be How prodigal Deceit
quaere In what by-corner of the Earth it stands Whether in Peru or by â—anges sands Whether it under the Aatartic lyes Or where the Riphean snowy Mountains rise In what place lyes this blessed part which is The Realm of Joyes and the state of Blisse We know that once five thousand years ago It was where rapid Euphrates doth flow But where it ever since has hid its head Into what Kingdom or what Countrey fled We do not know I 'le tell you then where lyes The happy Regions of bless'd Paâ—adise To find this place you need not cut the seas You need not travel to clear Euphrates You need not passe th' Arabian sands nor go Over the craggy Alpes uneven brow Nor visit TEMPES fragrant bosom nor Th' Atlantides nor other Regions for Tho' round the world you go search every Câ—eek And ev'ry Land and every corner seek Of this great Universe your labour lost May be and you reap pains for all your cost Know then that it in every Land doth lye But yet the place none but the Wise can ' spy Vails double dy'd in pitch are thrown thereon And yet it is as naked as the Sun Th'row out the world it is and seems to be Fast link'd unto the other part of the Great World but yet an endlesse Gulf remains Between this Land of Blisse and that of stains Rivers they are not that do bound this Land Nor massive Mountains that do justing stand Nor Woods nor Heaths nor Planes nor Hils nor Seas Nor Groves nor Vales nor Piles nor Pales nor Trees This place from th' other part of Earth divide Nor yet doth it in Caves or Vallies hide It self nor doth between the Mountains lye Whose craggy tops aspiring touch the sky It 's wall is fire which bounds it round about Which keeps the wicked and unrighteous out It 's Ianitor or Centinal doth stand Arm'd with a flaming weapon in his hand But without clouding it it in a word A mighty Cherub only has for guard As Day dwels in the shadows of the Night As darknesse doth involve the splendid Light As the bright flame lyes hidden in the coal So lurking lyes this holy place in all The Universe So lies Ierusalem And SION clouded are with Babylon But yet the Gulf 'twixt them 's as great I say As betwixt Light and Darknesse Night and Day For tho in one another hid they be They yet together cannot stand you see For when the Darknesse spreads its wings the Light Flyes So bright Day doth chase away the Night When Night comes she involves the shining Day When Day comes it hides Night within it's Ray. Thus dwell the Principles in one another Thus Hell and Heaven blended are together Thus is the Good part of the Earth hid in The Evil part the spacious Realm of sin Then wonder not if I to you relate That while you dwell in Babylonish state In midst of Babel and her wickednesse Priding your self in all her whorish dresse Your next near neighbour in the world's account May dwel upon thrice sacred SION'S Mount And in bless'd Paradise for tho he may In Night seem He in Night has found the Day He plows he sows he reaps the Earth so you The Gleab do plow sow reap and husband too But yet your aym and end and his infers He is God's Stuart you are Lucifers From several principles you act and he Is in the second in the first you be He dwells in EDEN and IERUSALEM But you in Aegypt and in Babylon Thrice happy is the Man that thus hath found In midst of Babel this thrice hallowed ground The purest Chrystal nor the whitest snow Nor candid'st Lilies fairest flowers that grow Nor splendid Phoebus nor the nitid ayr Nor shining Phoebe half so bright nor fair Nor half so pure nor immaculate Are as the Soul of this great World yet that Before Man fell lesse pure and divine Than Man was and under his feet did shine But since he joyn'd with it and by it fell He gave admittance also unto Hell And its Magia to infect it so That man by it is oft made subject to Hel's Prince and Law for whilst he in this Room Of flesh remains he 's easily o'recome By the World's spirit Sathan wholly bent To mischief Man makes it his instrument So that what 's pure of it self â—e still Distaines and so converteth Good to Ill. Heav'n also for the good of man doth use The same for by the same he doth diffuse External blessings Wisdom Wit and Wealth Riches and Honors Plenty Pleasures Health But this more plainly shall explained be VVhere we speak of the Good and Evil Tree I do admire that man should ignorant Be of this great World's Soul so greatly want The true sight of 't being so nearly he To it is fastned by a Sympathie For 's outward body cometh from that womb That very LIMYS whence this Earth did come Being that by the same such strange things brought May be to passe such mighty wonders wrought Such miracles of Nature shewn For by The same he may do wonders Prophesie Be by infusion Learn'd in Tongues and Arts And thousand others which this Sp'rit imparts In so much that amazed Man has thought The Devil only such great things had wrought For not the Devil as most men suppose But this world's Seal those Oracles inclose Did of the Heathen So the Sybills So The Dâ—uids did what came to passe foreknow And to those Priests fill'd with Prophetic rage By the same Sp'rit did future things presage So famous actions done by Ganges strand The same day known in the Ausonian Land Were and might well be by this Sp'rit made known As what on all parts of our body 's done We at the instant know this world's Soul so What 's done in any part of th' Earth doth know And so impart the same to Mortals may And Wonders which I mention not display And all this by Man's close conjunction With this great Spirit not the Devils 's done Yet I confesse that oftentimes the Devil That great Imposter Father of all evil Hath had his Oracles and Prophets too That he thereby might his dark Magic shew From whence much ill produc'd was So that all Count him the Father of what 's Mâ—gical Now to this World 's great Spirit there belong Of Spirits an innumerable throng Which only to this outer world pertain With it created and shall dye again When it 's dissolv'd These nothin have to do With those black Spirits that are subject to Hell's horrid Prince and different from those Whom the Prince of the lighter Orb hath chose To be 's peculiar servants These controul Doth being its Instruments the great World's Soul Of these some in the fiery Element Inhabit some within the azure bent Among the starres And others daily sport Within the flameing Rooms of Vulcan's Court Such are within Vesuvius's sulp'ry womb And great Enseladus's fiery ' tomb Such in flame-belching
did this mighty Kingdom colonize Because we would be free here we Command Are Kings there servants did obedient stand We are grown mighty and our powers we 'l try To make all World's bow to our Majesty Our fires Love's Waters shall consume we 'l see Who shall be greatest either I or he A World betwixt us not long since was made Wrath's essence there as well as Love's was shed Ours made Rocks stones flints Mines of Iron and Lead His Rivers Trees Ayr Gold and Silver bred In ordering them there was an higher hand Which to conjunction did them both Command And strange such opposites should mixed be In every thing in equal Harmony But that Usurper got the upper ground And under his our Essence strictly bound So that he Lord was ours a slave and thus He thought for aye to Lord it over us O how I raged O how the fire flew From my bright eyes how I shook Hell you knew Full well But yet no way there was that I For to release our essence could espy I a sworn Foe to Harmony did gret At Heart to see our essence bound and fret Did to behold my mortal Foe to sport Himself on Earth and call it his own Court. Making a Paradise of it whilst there I for to set a foot did scarcely dare O how I long'd for a confusion and To have my Essence like to his Command To vex me more and to encrease his blisse He made a Man for to enjoy all this By what I thought would hurt me most of all Gained I have the Rule of Earth's fair Ball No way our Essence to release was left But by the fall of Man alwayes to sift I then began In Paradise there stood A Tree was partly evil partly good This was to Man prohibited Love knew If he should eat thereof what would ensue For by that meanes alone our Essence might Released be Loves Essence put to flight I then bestir'd my self and by my guiles Made them to eat thereof who poor exiles Do now repent their fact their Joy and Blisse And every thing on earth subverted is Our essence now doth ev'ry where appear And like it self begins to domineer Now we 'l command the Earth Love's essence scoff For I intend you shall be Lords thereof Are not we mighty now who like to us Hah who can match us when we can do thus Our Foe who thought in Earth to captivate Us prison'd is thus alter'd is our state But let us now provide for th' Future Gain We may a Kingdom better than maintain It being got Our Foe hath footing there Still who will strive for to regain his share And beat us back again the which he can Ne'r do but by redeeming fallen Man About him all our strife will be for Love Still loves this Man all Creatures else above For him I know his Forces he 'l engage Therefore the World must be the fighting stage For our two Powers He 'd not let us have one Would Man obey him or with him Conjoyn But wee 'l deal well enough his Paradise Now cann't be seen wee 'l set before Man's eyes The Earth's vain pleasures which shall captivate Him to us rob him of his future state For present Pleasures far more pleasing are Than those hereafter promis'd few know where Wee 'l have a thousand wayes experience Shall make you masters in our Arts Commence For to beguile poor Man wee 'l do it tho We nothing gain by it to rob our Foe Of his delights But Man is mighty great Without him our Kingdom cann't be compleat Which is exceeding vast you know it wants To fill each corner such inhabitants Who most men gain shall I with Love do vie Nor can he Man's Soul Correct more than I. He without Man cannot his Wonders show Nor I without him what my power can do Therefore when one you gain'd have to your lore He 'l sooner gain to you a thousand more But all of you mark this No Soul doth come In flesh no Babe springs from its Mothers womb But that my Foe a little spark doth place The which he calls his Image or his Grace Within the Centre of its Soul This then You must endeavour to root out of Men And in its place place mine for that once gon He 's perfect with us and is sure our own But if extinguish it you cann't I say Smother't with the World's pleasures what you may And be you sure it ne'r begins to glow For if it does the better gains our Foe I know you will be circumspect therefore To such free Agents need I say no more But go and do your work maintain our might Within the World against Love's power fight My ayd you shall not want Go mighty Prince Lord of the ayr with all your Forces hence March to the lower Orb Do thou abide I' th' Airy Regions over storms preside Tempests and blust'ring Winds Do thou direct Some naughty influence from bad aspect To new-born Infants with blasts mildews blites Afflict the Earth and spoil her best delights Mighty Baalzebub follow him and be Thou Lord of discord plagues discordancy Man Beast and Earth falls under thy large Lot Do thou Men disunite send murrain rot Amâ—ng the Beasts send Locusts vermine and Do what thou canst for to aâ—flict the Land Great Belial with thousand Legions wend Thou next into the Earth thy Forces bend To make of no effect Love's goodnesse seek Holy Idea's in Man's mind to break Disturb his intellect Chymera's vain Strange untrue fancies cause thou in his brain Next Pitâ—on go with thy innumerable Legions of Daemons be throu strong and able For to pervert the Truth infatuate Man's understanding Cause him Truth to hare Potent Samaeliel Saâ—â—an Enemy To Love and goodnesse thou thy Forces try Justice for to pervert Wrath Terror Ire Disperse th'row out the World set all on fire And bring confusion if thou canst For us Do thou destroy all things Asmodeus Thou fiery Spirit raise such to the seat Of greatnesse who Lovâ—'s Forces may defeat With Pride and Cruelty indue them Hie Thou next with thy Troops bitter Meriri Seek thou to hinder Man's perfection Disturb his happinesse and union With our Foe Love and let thy Pride expresse Thy high and mighty Forces statelinesse Next march swift Asteroth to men of Parts Make known our secrets Sciences and Arts Let 't be thy work continually to fill Their busie brains with our delighting skill Ten thousand Legions I assign to thee Abaddon Spirit of Impiety Take thou away all comfort sicknesse death Destruction cause to all that are beneath Thy power Mammon tho the last nor least For thy power reach shall from the West to East See that that thou all dost cause the world to love Preside o're riches and all things that move Below the Moons sphear tie the world to Man And they cann't mount unto Loves Kingdom thenâ— Under your banners march may those mixt sp'rits
to woo the Soul from flesh to him I speak not now to those that are below But unto such who would desire to know The highest secrets who 'd dull Earth forsake And would a loâ—ty flight to Heaven make Who would converse with Angels who would hear The Heav'nly Musick of the inner Sphear Who would the fruits of Paradise enjoy To such I speak such must make me their Way The holy Angels who immortal be Are cloathed with the Robes of Puriâ—y Pure Chastity doth crown their brows now these A â—pure chast Soul and unpolluted â—ees With such they love for to Conveâ—se but give Their backs to such as do not chastly Live They cann't endure for to come near to those Chast Souls they Love their Love from likenesse grows But 't is not good that man should be alone Without a Spouse I have provided one For thee therefore therefore the flesh forsake And this into thy armes and bosom take Lo here a draught of that blest Face I spread To whom in time thou shalt be maried It is Sophia she shall be thy Bride The Spouse of Christ and all the Saints beside A Virgin she Eternal is and I From her blest Gift receive all purity From her Arabia doth her sweets receiveâ— She to the Lillies doth their Candor give 'T is she the Roses with those blushes dies The Sâ—n his splendor 〈◊〉 from her eyes The Silver Rivers do their Crystal owe To her from her their purity doth flow â—Tis she that doth the Earth with beauties deck â—'th ' Spring and loads with fruit and sheaves her neck I' th' Autumn she adorns the Trees with Leaves From her the Tulip all her gay receives All the rare Beauties that the World do grace Are the reflected shadows of her Face They fade away but hers do never fade What is AEternal cannot be decaid By Time she still is young no wrinkles dare Upon her everlasting brows appear The variegated Cloud-reflected bow Which doth so many lovely colours show Earth's Gold and Silver and each brighter Gemm Do but adorn her Garments lowest hemm Her beauties are Caelestial mortal eyes Cann't see her who beholds her beauty dies But thou the Picture of thy Spouse shalt see Whom thou enjoy shalt to AEternity She on his shoulders then her mantle throws Whiter than Lilies or the Alpin snows Embrodered with Puâ—ity and round About with Modesty and Silence bound APOCALYPSIS who did on her wait She call'd and bid her shew the Image strait Of high Sophia the unspotted Bride An azure Volumn her bright Hands unty'd And then unrouling it the Pilgrim sees Sophia's bright and blest Essigies Go now and travel all Earth's Countries o're From Eastern Ind to the 〈◊〉 â—â—ore Pick up the cream of Beauties and from thence Adding those past extract a quintessence Let now conspire in one Alchimechus Apelles Zeux is and Phaâ—â—hasius Let their best skil be by their Pencils known And let the mirror of their Art be shown In the composure of a beauteous Face That may all others living quite dâ—â—grace And let their Brothers with Poetick skill Surpasse their Pencils with their better Quill Let them with Ink their Wonders shew who make Bright Heav'n a lustre from that blacknesse take In setting forth a Beauty when all 's done As rotten-shining Wood unto the Sun His Glorious splendor so their works will be To that rare piece our Pilgrim here did soâ— I dare not venture here for to depaint The Beauties of that Face the World 's too scant To yield materials and I words should want How can her all-surpassing Form be penn'd When her Idea none can comprehend The soul that sees her feels her and her worth Is better felt than can be spoken forth The fulvid Gold which is esteem'd so rare But the reflection of her golden Hair Is All the Silver did its brightnesse get And silveriz'd was when it touch'd her feet The Chrystal Rivers were like Ink she gave Them clearnesse when she did her finger lave In their dark streams A drop fell from her Hand Which being gave to the clear Câ—ystals and Th' oriental Pearls She look'd upon the Sun And ever since she with that splendor shon She glanc'd her eye upon the Night 's fair Queen She caught that glance e'r since she fair hath been A spark flew from her Heavn'ly eye it seems Tellus snatch't that which essence gave to Gemms The ayr permitted was to kisse her Hand Who ever since its sweetnesse has â—etain'd Over the Globe stood black triumphing Death Till she but tasted of her sacred breath Prolific strait she was and from her womb Oceans of Heards of Trees of Herbs did come By it still all things live The Pink the Rose And each sweet Flower that on Tellus grows Receive from her their odoriferous Fumes Which emanation from her Body comes Some of her Beauty down she flung below Which all things caught that now do Beauty show Roses and Rubies which do rarely shine Are but umbrella 's to her lips divine Those Seas of Claret in the azure Skies Seen when bright Sol down in the Ocean lies Or Tyrian blushes if you them compare To what buds in her cheeks meer deadnesse are As far below the Beauty and the Blisse Seen there as Earth to th' highest Heav'n is How can a Pen or Pencil then depaint Her without whom all things do beauty want Her own hand 't was that thus her self did limn And by APOCALYPSIS sent it him On this attracting Face our Pilgrim throws His eyes his Soul thorow those windows goes With so much joy that all her â—aculties Intentively assembled in his eyes All other paâ—ts left destitute in this Capital City Oculipolis The Soâ—l and all her train are seated by That Beauty drawn into an Exâ—asie Whilâ—t greedily with gazing eyes he â—eeds Upon the Beauties of that Face there speeds Doâ—n from the Poles a Heav'nly Bow-man who The â—umid AEther all the Way he â—hew Warm'd with a gentle heat His Silver Wings Th'row the calm aequor of the ayr he swings A pleasant spring upon his Face did bud His head was shadow'd with a golden Wood In either Cheek the Roses white and red Scarlet and snows symmetrically spreadâ— His eyes two pleasant stars whose aâ—â—ects were More pleasing than Venus or Iupiter A chain of Saphyrs bound his Ivory neckâ— A snowy Mantle which gold Stars did deck Hung on his shoulders and inclos'd his wast A gilded Quiver at his back ty'd fast Was one hand with a silver Bow was fill'd He under th' other arm a prisner held Chastity's Cupid 't was who went to fetch At her Command the Spurious Câ—priaâ— wretch And catching him dealing his wanton daâ—ts On sporâ—ful youths and Courtly Ladies hearts He hither brought him by Commandement Of 's Mistresse to give him his punishment Being he was her chiefest foe and had His bainful poysons on her Virgins shed â—he daigning not on him her eyes to cast Bid her chast Cupid slash
sins to thee Thou hast committed 'gainst our Majesty And ouâ— most dear Son Granted from ABOVE Sent by Belief and sealed by gracious LOVE Down on his knees he falls his eyes directs To Heav'n and both his clasped Hands erects On high Dear Saviour cries he out O how My prostrate Soul doth to thy Mercy bow Lord what am I that thou should'st supplicate For me poor worm and from my sad estate Into a Blisse not thought on ravish me O Iesu Thy Love is immense I see O how I feel the blest Effects of thy Blest Mediation To thy wounds I flye Those sacred wounds from which a Crimson tide Of Sanctifying healing Blood did glide By which thou hast appeas'd the Wrath of God From me averted his chastizing Rod And gain'd this Pardon for my sins Oh! how I o're my soul do feel it gliding now How sweet it is my melting Soul now could Dissolve and Die a thousand Deaths it would For thee my Saviour That I ever sinn'd It me repents against so sure a Friend Oh now I see how I resisted have Against those motions that desir'd to save Me from my sins how sensible I am Of my defaults and now how full of shame Am I but thou hast pardon'd all On fire My heart is now to dye I long Require Now what thou wilt I ready am and will What e'r it be tho ne'r so hard fulfill Ah Monsters sins on you my eyes I wink Oh! how I loath you when I on you think I now abhor you and as monsters do Lest ye devour my Soul shun all of you But Christ has pardon'd what I did commit Now Eyes pour forth your Tears of Joy for it Break up new springs and from your watry Cel Rivers and Seas of joyful tears expel These are not bitter like your other cryes If He priz'd them he these will better prize Those flow'd from Grief but these from Joy do flow By 〈◊〉 returns of Love these greater grow These not from sin but from blest Ioyâ—s do spring Tho' signes of â—rief yet gales of Comfort bring When barren grow of lympid Tears my eyes Their want O breast supply with groâ—ns and sighs Caus'd y the drawing in of what I long For Pâ—aâ—ses ever sit upon my tongue All my Soul's faculties to him still move Who so immensly hath and doth thee Love Whilst thus he chaunts upon his bended knees The song of Praise he at a distance sees Tâ—o striving with an equal pace to gain The place where he was Wings the one sustain With which she cuts the gentle ayr her feet Scarce touch'd the Earth th' other with garments light As ayâ— painted with Anchors was adorâ—â—d And 's swiftly ran and both os if they scorn'd To be out-vy'd by Eurus swimming came Unto the place where he was Crimson shame Perch'd on his cheâ—ks when he perceiv'd they were Two Heav'nly Nymphs and that they both did share Their free embraces 'bout his neck The Dames Perceiving it discovered their Naâ—es VVe are two Sisters FAITH and HOPE they cry'd VVho from th' Imperial Towr's are sent to guide And to support thee in this way should'st thou Selfly adventure here without us two Thou 't quickly languish Hope will thy desire Nurse up and keep thee that thou maist not tires Faith will support thee and by her thou tast Shalt Heaven 's Joys before thou them enjoyst Under both armes they take him up and so Fast link't together in the way they go Swif◠〈◊〉 seems to loiter in the ayr A new-shot dait nor swifter wind compare May with their pace He by those Nymphs so born That scarce his feet upon the Earth doth spurn The ruder way they left behind and now Enter a kind of Paradise they do Continual verdure still adorns the place Which called was they told him GOD'S FREE-GRACE The Sun a lively splendor there did show Warming with gentle heat sweet flow'rs did grow On both sides as they went the grassy floor With a Smaragdine Carpet covered o're Did court their eyes and in its lively green The sparsed flowers like pretty starrs were seen All sorts o' th' best Autumnal Fruits did sue With their o're-loaded-bending armes unto His Hand to cull their profer'd store delight And plenty both unto the Feast invite Since here he enter'd a new vigor seas'd Upon his Heart he feels it strangely eas'd New streams of gentle oyl fall down upon His Soul he longs now after union With Christ his Saviour his still warbling tongue Sings Praise and Halelujah is his Song Now from those everlasting streams of Love Which on his Soul do flow he thus doth move His lips and tongve creating in the ayr Such vocal sounds as these VVhat may compare O God! with thy free Grace The Sun the Light Nor springs their streames nor the aerial bright Aura's their cool refrigera's so free Do give as thou this liberal Grace to me Not my deserts but thine own Love doth cause These streames of Comforts and these gales of Joyes These beams of Grace of Grace so freely given Purcha'st by LOVE by Love sent down from Heav'n These may obedience to thy Laws require Obedient to be is my desire It is my meat for 't is Obedience can Conveigh the Nectar of the Gods to Man O how I 'm rapt my eyes perstring'd before Did thee beyond the fleeting Clouds adore At what a distance did I comprehend Thee sitting at thy Father's dexter-Hand But now I see those eyes too thou hast given That thou hast daâ—ed from the highest Heaven For to descend and my poor worthlesse heart 〈◊〉 Glorious Temple to Convert Now need I not to daâ—t my weaker eyes Against the holâ—â—â— of the vaster Skies Now need I not seek to the deeps below Now need I not beyond the Mountains go To find thee out it is enough if I Thee in my inward Temple seated ' spy Ah there thou art Thy Beams of Light and Love Thy streams of Glory do thy presence prove Thy gales of Comfort Peace and Joy shew clear That it is Thee and I hee alone dwells there A Malefactor when condemn'd to dye Having no other Hopes immediatly Before his execution a Reprieve Comes from the Judge How joyfully receive The welcome news he doth when he doth know His 〈◊〉 he to the Iudge his Son doth owe Who not his pardon only gains but feasts Him at a Banquet with his noble guests How hearty then are his acknowledgements How strongly to his Service his intents Are fixt how he to every one doth praise His Mercy and his Bounty and alwayes Obedient aud officious is glad If he occasions has to serve him sad If he has none but by degrees these heats By Time and Pleasures vanquish'd he forgets The dangers past and what he ows to him That sav'd his life at least the sence of them Is not so fresh nor his desire as Strong for to serve him as at first it was So our Caelestial Pilgrim for a while