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Philosophical poems by Henry More ...; Psychōdia platonica
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More, Henry, 1614-1687.
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' fairs But for to answer thee This I dare warrant surely to maintain If to contrair the holy tongue should be Absurd I find enough such contrariety 51 Then I in simple sort him answered thus I ken not the strange guize of learned Schools But if Gods thoughts be contrair unto us Let not deep wonderment possesse our souls If he call fools wisemen and wisemen fools If rich he poore men term if poore men rich If crafty States-men filly countrey gulls Beasts men men beasts with many other such God seeth not as man seeth God speaks not in mans speech 52 Straight he to higher pearch like bird in cage Did skip and sang of etern Destiny Of sight and foresight he with count'nance sage Did speak and did unfold Gods secresie And left untoucht no hidden mystery I lowly louting held my cap in hond He askt what meant that so sudden coursie I pardon crave said I for manners fond You are Heavens Privy-Counsellour I understond 53 Which I wist not before so deep insight Into the hidden things of God who can Attain unto without that quickning spright Of the true God Who knows the mind of man But that same spright that in his breast doth won Therefore the key of Gods hid secresie Is his own spright that 's proper to the Son And those of that second nativity Which holy Temples are of the Divinity 54 Therefore as th' sacred Seat o' th' Deity I unto you seemly behaviour make If you be such as you may seem to be It is mans nature easily to mistake My words his mind did quite asunder break For he full forward was all to assume That might him gild with glory and pertake With God and joyed greatly in vain fume And prided much himself in his purloined plume 55 So that full loth he was for to undo My fairly winded up conclusion Yet inwardly did not assent unto My premises for foul presumption He thought if that a private idiot man By his new birth should either equallize Or else outstrip the bookish nation Perhaps some foul deformities disguise Their life tush that to knowledge is no prejudice 56 But he nould say so for why he was bent To keep the credit which he then had got As he conceiv'd for it had been yblent It might have hazarded half of his lot To wit his god-like hue withouten spot If so be such deep knowledge could consist With wicked life but he nould lose one jot Of his so high esteem nor me resist So I escap'd the souse of his contracted fist 57 And here I think we both as dumb had been As were the slow-foot beasts on which we rode Had not Don Psittaco by fortune seen A place which well he knew though disallow'd Which he to me with earnest countenance show'd Histing me nearer nearer both we go And closely under the thick hedges crowd Which were not yet so thick but they did show Through their false sprays all the whole place and persons too 58 It was to weet a trimly decked Close Whose grassie pavement wrought with even line Ran from the Morn upon the Evening-close The Eastern end by certain steps they climbe To do their holy things O sight divine There on the middle of the highest flore A large geen turf squar'd out all fresh and fine Not much unlike to Altars us'd of yore Right fairly was adorn'd with every glittering flower 59 At either end of this well raised sod A stately stalk shot up of Torchwort high Whose yellow flames small light did cast abroad But yet a pleasant shew they yield the eye A pretty space from this we did descry An hollow Oak whose navell the rough saw Long since had clove so standing wet and dry Around the stumped top sofâ— mosse did grow Whose velvet hue and verdure cushion-like did show 60 Within the higher hedge of thickn'd trees A lower rank on either side we saw Of lesser shâ—ubs even-set with artifice There the wood-queristers sac on a row And sweetly sung while Boreas did blow Above their heads with various whistling As his blasts hap to break now high now low Against the branches of the waving Pines And other neighbour plants still rocking with the Winds 61 But above these birds of more sightly plume With gold and purple feathers gayly dight Are rank'd aloft But th' Eagle doth assume The highest sprig For his it is by right Therefore in seemly sort he there is pight Sitting aloft in his green Cabinet From whence he all beholds with awfull sight Who ever in that solemne place were met At the West end for better view right stately set 62 After a song loud chanted by that Quire Tun'd to the whistling of the hollow winde Comes out a gay Pye in his rich attire The snowie white with the black sattin shin'd On 's head a silken cap he wore unlin'd When he had hopped to the middle flore His bowing head right lowly he inclin'd As if some Deity he did adore And seemly gestures make courting the Heavenly powr 63 Thus cring'd he toward th' East with shivering wings With eyes on the square sod devoutly bent Then with short flight up to the Oak he springs Where he thrice congied after his ascent With posture chang'd from th' East to th'Occident Thrice bowed he down and easily thrice he rose Bow'd down so low as if 't had been's intent On the green mosse to wipe his swarthy nose Anon he chatters loud but why himself best knows 64 There we him leave impatient of stay My self amaz'd such actions to see And pretty gestures ' mongst those creatures gay So unexpected Uniformitie And such a semblance of due piety For every Crow as when he cries for rain Did Eastward nod and every Daw we see When they first entered this grassie Plain With shaking wings and bended bills ador'd the same 65 O that the spirit of Pythagoras Would now invade my breast dear Psittaco Said I. In nature he so cunning was As both the mind of birds and beasts to know What meant their voyces and their gestures too So might we riddle out some mystery Which lieth hid in this strange uncouth show But thy grave self may be as wise as he I wote Aread then Psittaco what sights these be 66 Certs said he thine eyes be waxen dim These be the people of wide Adamah These be no birds 't is true they 're sons of sin And vessels of Heavens ire for sooth to say They have no faith I fear nor ever may But be shap'd out for everlasting shame Thou ghthey deride us of Psittacusa Yet well I wot we have the onely name Above and though all foul yet there devoyd of blame 67 And that green spot which thou maist deem a Close It is to them no Close but holy place Ycleep'd a Church vvhose sight doth well dispose Approaching souls The rest thy self maist trace By true analogy But I 'll not passe One thing remarkable said he to me It