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A55479	Mundorum explicatio, or, The explanation of an hieroglyphical figure wherein are couched the mysteries of the external, internal, and eternal worlds, shewing the true progress of a soul from the court of Babylon to the city of Jerusalem, from the Adamical fallen state to the regenerate and angelical : being a sacred poems / written by S.P., Armig.	Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?; Pordage, John, 1607-1681.	1661 (1661)	Wing P2974; ESTC R19164	225,779	377

Plenty of Goods and great possessions Here dangles Pleasures here Morality Good Carriage Parts and civil honesty Degrees of State whence Kings and Lords arise Earles Barrons Knights Gentry Nobilities Here Power and Authority and here This Bow innate Concupiscence doth bear On th' other side all manual Arts and Trades In clusters hang among the greener shades Here you may find both Grammer Rhetoric With Logic opticks and A●tl●etic Musick Physicks Metaphysicks too With Geometry hang dangling in your view Astronomy and Geography there Astr●logie and Surgery appear Here nat'ral Magic and Theology Accompan'ed with antique Poetry Here Chimistry Ethicks oeconomicks Phisosophy all sorts and Politicks With many more do grow This is the food Which Man's Soul eats and finds it very good If that you well revolve these in your mind Nor Good nor Bad them in themselves you 'l find Yet may to●poyson be converted or Made wholsome nourishment convenient for Man's soaring Soul Here the two opposite Worlds forces often meet and strongly fight Both would his Cooks be both desire to carve Both willingly would at his Table serve That they their Tinctures might infuse for meats Do operate much in his Soul that eates For Beauty which a pleasant harmony Of Blood and humours is just symmetry Of all the parts no evil is nor is 't A sin to have it or a sin to mist't Yet Sathan this to poyson may convert If thorow it he should elate the heart Make those that it possesse make 't nothing worth By spending precious Time to set it forth Sathan endeavours thorow it to cause Pride and to make them greedy of applause To dresse it forth with highest vanities To make adorers with their wanton eyes Then Lust creeps in with other sins and thus Beauty though good is evil made to us Loves Forces strive if thou hast Beauty to Make it most wholsom and good food for you He 'd make thee Chast and strive his Grace to set As Jewels in so fair a Cabinet Vertue shines brightest in a beauteous frame That graceth Beauty Beauty to the same Adds splendor Oft the Beauty of the Soul Is disregarded in a Face that 's foul Therefore if thou art beautiful thou art More fit to serve God with a purer heart For is't not fit that he who Beauty gave Before all others should thy Beauty have Thus pleadeth Love who 'd make it good and thus It may be made both Good and ill to us To ill the Devil would convert thy Wit And understanding by employing it In vanities or some ill Arts or by Converting it to guile or subtilty Loves power would draw it unto goodnesse and His sacred Mysteries to understand Cause by converting it to Wisdom so Wit may our Friend be or may be our Foe All Arts and Sciences may be abus'd Made Good if rightly Bad if wrongly us'd So nat'ral knowledge us indammage may But do great good if it we well employ So whilst that we inspect Astrology Or the starres motions by Astronomy View we may there Gods Wonders contemplate Which may to Earth our eager Love abate Whilst we in Natural Magic look and see The various Wonders that there hidden be We may with greater ardour praise his Name Who out of nothing thus all things did frame Thus it redound may to God's glory But It by temptation we do solely put Our mindes therein or greater things neglect For them or to the stars an indirect Power ascribe or natural Magic passe To necromancy or Hells arts alas How are we lost thus recreat●ons May help the mind or prove temptations To greater ills Thus Logick may be bent For to maintain Errors by Argument And Syllogisms when the Truth it shou'd Alone maintain Thus bad it proves Thus good So Rhetoric with all its figures may A false cause to Truth 's prejudice display What may do greater good than may the Tongue And yet what is there that doth greater wrong So Eloquence which should to heaven invite By Satans means doth unto Hell excite How good a fruit's divine Theology Yet it by Satan may corrupted be How many Errors Schisms Heresies Strange Fancies Whimsies horrid Blasphemies Hath sprung from those who thus have study'd by Our Adversarie's subtle ingeny Caus'd Musick Satan doth impoyson too And makes more hurt than good by it accrue To most for those whose minds he doth possesle It stirs to Lust provokes to wantonness Allures to riot and to vanity● Thus is't the fruit made of the evil Tree When that it should so minds to Heav'n erect Do find it unto happiness direct Our fleeting thoughts and by those warbling measures Ravish our souls from earth to Heavens pleasures Make us to enter contemplation Of those sweet voices which before the Throne Sing evermore with Halalujahs raise Our duller spirits and make us sing with praise Heav'n's mercies to us and above the poles Divinely carry our harmonious souls Where in a kind of extasie a bliss Not to be spoke they find Thus good it is And now my heart glows with a sacred fire Just is my zeal nor sinful is my ire Gainst those vitiators who in these our times Make Poesie hateful by their wanton rithmes Who feel no sacred glowing heats who prize No flames but what come from their Mistress ' eyes Leave off you looser rithmers cease your pains For shame and trouble shall be all your gains Abuse no longer what in times of old God hath himself made use of to unfold His sacred Mysteries nor let it be Made by you thus fruit of the evil Tree Luxurious wits who feed on Poetry Are thus by subtle Satan drawn awry Whilst they the creame of wit do spend to grace With Eulogies some disproportion'd face Let these low lines you witty ones excite Your ready quills on some such theame to write Then shall mine cede to yours not while you erre And mortal beauties do to heav'n preferre The end of Poesy is the praise of God Us'd to that end it is exceeding good The food of man's soul thus describ'd you see The fruits are of the the good and evil Tree Which may be made or good or bad or so Bring Man to blisse or everlasting woe Therefore take heed to Satans subtle traine That by these fruits thy soul he may not gain For here he shews his cunning and his skill To make thee only feed upon the ill Heav'n's forces strive and if thou wilt obey This Tree shall be the Tree of good and joy And since we must upon it feed we shou'd Eschew the Evil and accept the Good The subtle Serpent our sworn foe with his Vast Troops do use to keep us from our bliss A thousand wayes a thousand stratagems And tricks he ha●● he round about behemms Our yielding 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 about he sets To catch us ●●st his strong and wide spread nets Hel's Troops like Ants do never idle stand But mov● about Earth's mighty Moles and All wayes to gain the So●l of Man to

form and order laid This huge vast Mol●s or live creature some So have affirm'd I'n this a Sceptic am That there no disagreeing seeds appear'd All was by order weight and measure rear'd Heav'n Earth Ayr Seas Fire Water Land and all Beasts Fishes Serpents Birds the which this Ball I● hab●ted they so created were That they partak'd of each internal Sphear And though those Kingdoms ever disagree Were in the World in compleat harmony So had the great Creator order'd it And them so in their place and order set That there was no disunion for that seed Of disagreement conquer'd was and hid The lighter World was Master th' other did Obey as servant and all things were good To what serv'd this the brutish Animal God's mighty Wonders in their earthly Ball Contemplate could not God Almighty then In his own holy likenesse formed Man His shape it may be somewhat like to this We now do bear But his pure Body was Compos'd of Sulphur Mercury and Sal Out of the inward ground spiritual It s nature was as all things then create Most pure and good and in a perfect state Into this new-made Form God breathed then The breath of Life which gave a Soul to Man Which Soul Eternal is so fram'd by God That from three Kingdoms it its being had Three Essences do it compose so made That it may stand or be to hell betray'd Or like an empty Vacuum which is Capable to be fill'd with Wo or Blisse For what the Soul cleaves most unto when she Puts off this case she to Aeternity Enjoys Nor is she God as some do deem But 's express'd Word or Breath to me doth seem Or a shot Ray from that diviner Sun Who is in all things and is yet but One. Adam thus made perfect and good by God In Paradise is plac'd a bless'd abode Then was the golden age indeed Earth gave Nor Weeds nor Thorns but cloath'd in liv'ry brave Had a perpetual spring continual green In ev'ry place on ev'ry tree was seen No dainty Flower which art makes now to flourish But then the Earth did naturally nourish A constant verdure it retain'd and then With thousand flowers spotted was the green Each tree at one time bore both fruit and flower Each herb to heal but not to hurt had power No sharpnesse in the fruit no naughty smell The worst fruit then our best now did excel No hurtful herb no poysonous Root grew there Of 'ts own accord the Earth all things did bear No Summer's parching heat nor Winter's cold There was one temperature did all infold Boreas broke not his Hyperborea● den Nor did wet Auster or that Eurus wen From theirs A pleasing Zepher only kist The waving trees No cloud nor foggy mist Caus'd from the Earth's ill vapours she had none No Sea-got cloud arose between the Sun And th' pregnant Earth no sudden storms of Rain No snow no hail nor thund'ring was there then Tempestuous Orion threatned not the Seas Nor shew'd the time to sail the Pleiades Saturn had then no naughty influence A fructifying power came from thence The Planets not in opposition mov'd The Heav'ns the Earth the Earth the Heav'ns lov'd Heav'n sent no storms Earth's beauties to deface Earth with dull mists dimm'd not Heav'ns brighter face No starr there was that had ill influence All Rays were blest that were projected thence All things in perfect Harmony agreed In Heav'n nor Earth was there discording seed The Lion with the Lamb did play the Bear Rob'd not the Bees nor sheep the Wolf did fear The crested Cock undauntedly stood by The Fox as then devoy'd of sublety The Toad no venom had nor poysonous sting The Scorpion Nor did then the Birds great King Feed on the rest nor did the Falcon prey Upon the Dove nor Fishes in the Sea Did feed the Cormorant the lesser fry Fed not the greater nor was enmity Then found in Birds in Fishes or in Beast LOVE all conjoyn'd in Love all still did feast ADAM is Lord and King each animal Comes at his beck and doth obey his call All bow their lofty heads if he comes near The Hart nor timerous Hare his presence fear The shaggy Lion Bear the Bull the Bore Couch at his feet him as their God adore He wanted not then as we now do want Help from the Beasts nor physick from the plant Meat from the Fowles and Fishes nor had he So grosse a Body to be fed as we Upon the tree of Life he only fed No vapours then arose to dull his head No sleep e'r clos'd his watchful eyes nor knew He want of it no hunger did accrew His soul like ours was not parturient He saw th'row all things knew what all things meant Gave names to all the Creatures and did frame Them as their natures so he gave their Name Nor did he want the Camel nor the Horse To carry him he in himself had force Enough to move his Body and to bear It where he list o're Sea or th'row the Ayr. No water could his Body drown nor fire Consume nor subject was 't to Death 's dread ire It then immortal was imperishable Corporeal and yet unalterable He such a Body had as Christ had on After his glorious Resurrection In this state ADAM stood but God foresaw The wo that he soon on himself would draw Therefore he thus forewarns him New made Soul Work of my Hands in whom no pheeces foul Remain a second Deity O thou For ay mayst live Thou art immortal now Thou art an Angel and I thee prefer For to possesse the Throne of LUCIFER For this end did I thee Create that the Voy'd Throne of LUCIFER possess'd might be Thou shalt enjoy and if thou stand'st upright Th' Eternal mansions of ne're fading Light Look to thy self therefore for thou mayst guesse LUCIFER envy will thy happinesse He 'l strive to overthrow thee and to gain Thee to the mansions of ●●ernal pain Thou' rt now in Paradise thy soul doth move In my bright Kingdom of Aeternal Love Now take thy choyse I thee a free-will give Whether thou 'lt mortal be or ever live The way ●'le tell thee 〈◊〉 thee what to do If then thou fall'st the fa●lt shall lye on you Thou' rt now in Paradise a second God If then thou would'st 〈◊〉 this bless'd abode Put not thy will into tha●●ingdom where Reignes in my wrath th●●allen LLUCIFER Instead of Light an Ang●l thou wilt be Of darknesse then unto Aetern●ty Nor put thy mind into this ●●rth below Lust thou not after it if thou dost so Thou shalt a carnal Body have 〈◊〉 be Subject to Death lose Immo●●l●●y But put thy Mind thy Will t●y F●culties In my Light-Kingdom exerc●●● thou these There Feed not on the Tree of death nor on The mortal fruit but feed thou still upon The Tree of Life Th' one darknesse th' other death But this doth true Aeternal Life bequeath Thou seest now what

killing Dart. Thou shalt slay me but when I yield my breath I Victor am for my last foe is Dea●h DEATH then appear'd though terrible he seem To others doth he pleasing shew'd to him 'T was not the common Deafh that takes away The little breath we in this world enjoy T was not that heap of Bones that frightful Death Which digs mens graves and robs them of their breath That slays whole thousands every Day and feasts His fleshlesse Carcasse both on Men and Beasts No 't was another Death which yet would seem To some more terrible and sierce than him This Death 's both foe and Friend a foe to all The sinful Man Friend to the Spiritual This kills the sinful Man but durifies The outward slayeth that this rectifies The sinful Man trembled to see the ●ace Of Death and his vile execution place O how he strugled but it was in vain The Pilgrim scorn'd him longer to retain His willing armes he gave to Death who straight Both Feet and Hands with Nailes did perforate And fix'd them to the Crosse and there upon That Tree to true mortification He did attain the Flesh the World and Sin Was slain all which so long alive had been This dying Swan now drawing near his end In such sweet notes his latest breath did spend Vain world adieu No more on you I le cast my dying eyes This sacred crosse Than all your drosse To me 's a greater prize Vain Flesh be gone No longer on Your Beauties will I dote The World and you I bid adieu To sail in Death's safe boat Too long I 'ave been Alive to Sin But now upon the Crosse That life I 'le leave And Death receive Yet gain Life by Life's losse I have o'rethrone Temptation And often giv'n the soil But now I 'le quell The Root of Hell And 's nest in my breast spoil By me hath sia Resisted been But now its root I will Though by the strise I lose my life For growing ever spill My Feet are nayld Affections quail'd Unto this Crosse my Hands My active Life Now ceaseth strife Are bound with iron bands Refined things May take their wings And speed to others now I passive am And dead become To live I know not how My Face grows pale My Spirits fail My dying breath doth flye Hast Death I pray Take life away For I do long to dye Death at these words struck th'rough his tender heart And Life and death at one stroke did impart Rivers of sinful blood ran down from his side The sinful Nature groaned th●ice and dy'd Flesh left the stroke and was enforc'd to yield And to triumphing Death bequeath the Field Thus he to Blood resisted and did share In this first Death nor doth he others fear Now he has tasted this By this who fall Fear not th' Eternal nor the Natural A pleasing Victim on the Crosse he lay Heav'ns Sacrifice and Death's most bless●d prey Go Hell and tempt him now with sugard Pills Thrice gild thrice dulcifie your bitter ills Use all your Art use all your Eloquence Conjoyn your Words and your false Excellence Go all conspire in one him to deceive See if he ' l either hear you or believe Your subtle prating Strength and policy Together knit with all your subtilty And see if either will admission gain Away all your endeavours are in vain Do not not you see he 's dead think you that he Then with your subtilties will moved be Go spread a Table and set on the Board The choysest vyands fruitful Earths afford A thousand Cups with all her pleasures fill Tempt him and see if eat or drink he will Away vain Ideots you have lost your prize Hell and the World 's cousen'd when Man thus dies O blessed Death that seals our eyes our ea● Our mouth that they nor tast nor see nor hear Can what Hell gives or shews or speaks to us Thrice happy Man whom this blest Death frees thus A dead Man 's wholly passive what you list You may do to him he cannot resist So here our Pilgrim dead upon the Crosse At the disposal of his Father was And truly mortifi'd he hangeth on The Crosse until the ●ngel takes him down Th' Heav'nly Nuncio with Peace's Olive bough And with victorious Palmes and Laurels flew From the Aetherial Court a wreath he brought Which cann't be by Earth's Gold and Silver bought It was a Branch of purest Gold which he Commissionated pull'd from Lifes fair Tree To make a Garland for the Pilgrim's Head And happily to crown with Life the Dead One Hand bore this as precious a thing And 's Sacred he in 's other Hand did bring A garment 't was of Scarlet dy'd in grain Whose Tyrian blushes Virgins blushes stain The Pinks and Roses as he passed by Hung down their heads to see a better dye Blushed for shame but growing pale with spite They being outvy'd themselves disrobed quite This Garment tincted was in that blest Blood That Crimson spring that deep dy'd Scarlet flood Which flow'd from Iesu's sacred side when he Dy'd that the sinful World might saved be The Ermin-lined Purple which doth lye Solely upon the back of Majesty Though cover'd over with Avacan Gemms To this rich Robe a simple Garment seems Man though he 's cloath'd is naked without this With this cloath'd though he 's naked cloathed is Unto the Crosse's foot the Angel came And with his lovely eyes considers him He sees the Pilgrim dead the sinful man Flesh and its Members crucifi'd and slain No gashly sight this was Death not enhance Did those fresh glories of his countenance This Death although h' had made him freely bleed Wrapt not his Body in his sheets of Lead His eyes were sweetly clos'd his cheeks did look Like those of the departing Feavour-struck A dying Fire seemed there to lye Which able was to court the nicest eye From thence the helpful Angel takes him down And with the Golden wreath of Life doth Crown His pious Temples on his Head he pours Out of transparent Viols crystal showers Pure water taken from the Fount of Blisse Which every Limb from head to foot doth kisse Which cleanseth every Limb and part And so The Stone 's deep black converted is to snow Stript naked of his former rags upon His back he puts the bloody Garment on A Noble colour White is turn'd to red The Work 's now almost throughly finished Thus cloath'd and drest to Life the Pilgrim came Another Man and yet the very same He look'd as if he were new born agen His eyes saw now what he had never seen His wandring Orbs on every thing do passe As if enquiring in what place he was He saw a Region which his eyes ne'r did Before behold The Region was hid Before but now lay open to his view His speaking eyes the willing Angel drew For to declare what place it was He brake Silence and thus unto the Pilgrim spake Locus Purgatorius inter