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The double eternity, or, The inevitable choice; Votum candidium vivat rex. English. Selections.
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Newport, Maurice, 1611-1687.; J. L.
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1695
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Wing L27B; ESTC R41359
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nor Dog-days heat Nor deadly Weapons any Fear create And Bodies gently slide like Inspiration Thorough each other without separation Nor strength of brazen Bars can stop the way Nor solid Rocks the solid Body stay Had I a Thousand Tongues to praise the Place What were a Thousand Tongues in such a case Or were Apelles hand to labour here How little would his matchless Art appear Now because glitt'ring Jewels Gold and Plate Make up the little Pride of Man's poor state To Heaven both the Indies strait must go As if in Heaven Gold would make a show Thus we transport from Earth the golden Ore To make the Stars and pave th' immortal Floor And Jaspers Beryls Rubies hence convey To make the Frontispiece of Heaven gay But oh thou better Nature all that 's fine In Gold and Gems no Riches are of thine Thy Treasures hid from Sense nor Tongue nor Thought Can tell we speak but what by Sense is taught Beasts only know the Dainties of the Field Which the best Sallads to their Palats yield So what we see and feel we only know So far we can and cannot farther go Oh what a Master-piece must Heaven be Where God design'd from all Eternity To have his Art his Riches his large Breast And the All-Maker in the Work confest Essential Happiness But oh what Torrent 's that which in such streams From God's Throne overflows to the extremes Of Heaven Say ye Blest if we may know What Torrent 's that for it is fam'd below As far as Earth as far as Hell which made The burning Glutton hope a little Aid But 't would not be the burning Glutton cry'd For one Cold Drop and one Cold Drop's deny'd A Torrent 't is but of an endless Course That source of Life that everlasting Source Does to eternal Streams new Stores supply Who Drinks thereof Drinks in Satiety Quenches his Thirst and yet is ever Dry Dry without trouble full yet never cloy'd Wish and Possession is at once enjoy'd Nigh to this Torrent a rich Beauty lyes Of charming Form and Features and her Eyes Are brighter than the Sun Her Angels call By the sweet Names of Life Celestial Sincere Delight and Rest Secure and Peace With soft Breasts open and with Virgin face Are of her Train and Blest Eternity Known by her Crown of endless Majesty And by the Dress which circles round her Hair Of Heavens brightest Die and richest Wear These Sister-Beauties fold in her Embrace And all together joyn to bless the Place Hence as 't is said hence from this Life Divine Mankind and Angels take their Origine Angels pure Spirits free from all allay Men of mix'd nature Spirit half half Clay Hence the first Draughts of Life they say are ta'en And when Heaven calls upon us for 't again Back to its Fountain and first Cause it goes If no Crime stop no Foulness interpose Then fix'd on God immoveable we gaze His Face Divine darts on us piercing Rays Which so reflect Gods Likeness back that we Turn living Image of the Deity The Rainbow from the Sun receives its light The Sun 's kind Aspect makes it look so bright But being made of Clouds it melts away So God the Angels bright Eternal day Here in this gloomy Place new Light creates And with it all our Darkness dissipates And Heavens Beauties sets in mortal sight Inflames the Heart and fills it with delight But being Sinners mists and vapours rise And strait wet Sorrow showers at our Eyes But Heaven knows no Griefs no Sin is there No Earth no Vapours Clouds or Rain to fear According to our little skill we try In mind to copy the Divinity But Sense with earthy Colours and false Dyes Imposes on the Mind as well as Eyes But when the darkness of that lump of Clay Which shades Mortality is drove away By Light Divine Gods Beauties then appear Just as in the Original they are 'T is not his Likeness 't is his very Face Seen in it self not in the Looking-glass Hence Love Love equal to the lovely Sight The Good it sees with infinite delight Embraces holds fast clings to 't 'till it be Made one with God by mutual Unity God infinitely differs from Mankind And more if Man can yet be more behind For uncreated Possibilities Innumerable Kinds and Qualities Which in their Causes fertile Womb lay hid God can bring forth as well as those he did So many Ranks of things so many Classes And Distance infinite th' Almighty passes And joins us to himself 't is Love unites Vision and Love O Love O vast Delights O everlasting Joys Torrent of Peace Heaven of Heavens Where all Wishes cease Beholding God for ever face to face O Earth-born down-look'd Creature where so fast Are Heavens Treasures come to this at last Men to the Indies run bid Stars adieu Leave God for Gold and Heaven for Peru And they that stay at home sell Heaven too But stand a little stand and look and think Whilst you have yet a foot upon the Brink Stand and look down into the Pit of Hell Where the dead Sinner and damn'd Angel dwell But look not there for fiery Pools or Lakes Flowing with Tears or Fury's Hair of Snakes Or treble Walls or fam'd Ixion's Wheel All Fables there are other Things to feel Other Fires and Tears there are to fear Mens guilty Minds are their own Vipers there God's doom irrevocable walls them in Eternity which ever 's to begin Moves in an endless round the wheeling Pain That ever turns ever returns again But oh the loathsom Dungeon's horrid Night Was I born to behold the breathing Light Of Heaven and the Suns bright warming Ray O pleasant Sun Sweet Heaven Light of Day O Light thou Mother of Delight thou Morn Of Gods Creation and his fair First-born Whom he loves best whom thou resemblest most Of all the numerous Created Host O Light Nor Light nor Heaven here is seen It burns but there 's a * The Voice of the Lord divides the flames of fire Ps 28.7 VVhich is thus interpreted by Basilius Voice that comes between The Fire and Flame and cuts away the Light Darkness burns Hell and Flames all over Night In these foul depths of Night these Dungeons deep Full of black Horror guilty Souls shall weep That once neglected Heaven God and Grace And call to mind in vain the better Place To Self and all things lost forsaken quite And that no Pain be lost for want of Sight Darkness to be more cruel yields her Right The Fiend that Rules in Chains sits on a Throne Made up of Guilt and great Damnation King of the Damn'd and his own Punishment Weak bankrupt hopeless Fury deadly Want And Fear and Rage tearing her bloody Jaws Foul Guard of Guilt are all the Guard he has An ugly Snake his chiefest Cause of Woe Meets Head and Tail and round his Head doth go His Brows with this sad Wreath this Garland's bound Long Evil folding in an endless