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The new Atlantis a poem, in three books : with some reflections upon The hind and the panther.
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Heyrick, Thomas, d. 1694.
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Truth supply And if nought else a Calumny will bear At least lay Luxury unto their share Rail and out-face them but what e're befalls Name not the Riots of our Cardinals Nor e're the Lazy Gluttony reveal With which our stupid Monasteries swell Thoughtful and dull according to his use Stood Bavius proling for his barren Muse Hoording what others prodigally spend When mention of the Clergy did his silence end And thus he rav'd that Task my Mind doth fit My Foes shall feel the lashes of my Wit. A Phlegmatick dull Gown-man is a Theam Doth Rage and Malice o're my Fancy stream Uneasie at the sight o' th' loathed brood Their Coat I hare as Elephants do Blood. 'T is true l once 't is an unwelcome thought But what their odious Race hath dearly bought Such is the fate of Poets press'd with want Did seek among their Train my Seâ—t to plant And would you think the Gourmands the request would grant I that among the Stars my Head did place Familiar grew with Gods and all the God-like Race And scorned down-ward on the Crowd to gaze Did op'e the Graves of all before me tear Insulted over each Inferior Could no Superior nor an Equal bear Curse on my rigid Fate at last that I By the dull Clergy should affronted be That breath'd and grasp'd at Immortality No Reverence paid to my exalted Name No deep Attention to my Trump of Fame That they my Life should into question call Rip up my Morals my Employment gall Till I below th' Contempt of those I scorn'd did fall Deeply the Wound doth bleed nor can be cur'd Till I 've return'd the Wrongs I have indur'd Let Conscience Honesty Religion go Rather then not be ' avenged of my Foe I 'l call them Smell feasts that attend for fare I that like Flies to ' every Board repair And vex the weary Thresholds find them there The Sense of Vultures is but dull to mine At farthest distance I know where they dine I 've rob'd them of their Fame and if I cou'd Such is my hate I would substract their Food Nor shall their Marriage scape it is a state That I for Reasons too well known do hate I have been bit that which experience knows Is the best Satyr and can best expose I 'll tax their Constancy and say 't is gain Not Conscience their buoy'd Spirits doth sustain And he that bids the highest sways the Train Tho' we to our Confusion have found Not all our Arts or force could make them quit their Ground Truth is a narrow bound the daring Mind Doth hidden Coasts and unknown Regions find New Rarities do in Impostures ly Affect the Mind and chear the drooping Eye 'T is tiresome still to walk i' th' road of Verity What is most fit not what 's most true I 'll use The only way of bashfulness I choose And naked Truth will modestly refuse Much more Advice was ready to be spoke And Bavius more of his Design had broke When one with great surprize brought the report Of an unusual Joy in the Atlantian Court Imperfect Rumours all about did fly Some did affirm what others did decry Some with design to ' amuse did falshood tell And some even Truth did into falshood swell But that which list'ning Bavius most did chill Was th' News that every Tongue and Ear did fill Of an old Law was reinforc'd of late By Plato made for the Atlantian State By which that Coast must never Poets hide But severe Mulcts and Sanctions do provide None of the chiming Tribe do there abide Various the Rumours as the Men nor coo'd By th' wisest Heads the Truth be understood Till a swift Courier brought into the Court With low Obeisance thus made his Report Last Night while the devout Atlantians pray'd And high Devotions at their Altars pay'd With earnest and redoubled Crys implor'd The mighty Aid of their Indulgent Lord An unknown Musick ravish'd every Ear Inspir'd bless'd Joy and did dispell all Fear No Mists could stay when th' Sun of Righteousness was near Each Note tun'd up the Soul calcin'd the Mind Commenc'd them something more than humane kind Their very Bodies into Souls refin'd Not quite in Heaven yet then the Earth more high Above the Earth and but below the Sky Half Men half Saints 'twixt Heaven and Earth they try The very Line 'twixt Men and Immortality Scarce more exalted Joy doth Saints possess When they by Angels borne to Heaven do press Ravish'd with Halelujahs so they ly Embalm'd in Bliss and swallow'd up in Joy. Long was the Rapture till their wondring Eyes Saw a new glorious Light adorn the Skies As thô among the shades another Sun would rise But greater was the Light more bright the Rays Than ever yet adorn'd the best of Days Since the World did her head above the Chaos raise Did other common Days as far exceed As the first Infant-Light the Chaos did Till opening Heaven her strict embraces loos'd And the vast Treasure to the World disclos'd A numerous Host their Banners did display Myriads of Angels deck'd the sparkling way Each brighter than the Sun who blushing fled And in the briny Depths did hide his head Such lustre their united Rays display'd You 'd think the Earth a part of Heaven was made Glorious the Rays but so benign and kind While other common ones do onely blind They fill the Eyes with wonder and with Joy the Mind Before them all but brighter far than they From which each did reflect his borrow'd Ray And with veil'd Faces did low Adoration pay An heavenly Form appear'd in whom there strove A mixed War of Majesty and Love In whose pure Essence wonders do intwine Finite and Infinite in one do join Short Time and long Eternity combine His Body for he is to Earth ally'd The lower World and honour'd Mankinds Pride Pure as unmixed Light was glorifi'd Thro' which the brightness of the God head shone And all with Glory ' Ineffable did Crown Matter did not the Deity annoy Nor yet the Man the God-head did destroy Mercy and Pity grac'd his Look and Mind Tender and to Compassion inclin'd And his Embraces ever soft and kind Wide Arms to cherish and a list'ning Ear That bows to hear and grant a Wretches prayer With double Glory were his VVounds beset If Heaven degrees of Glory doth admit Wounds he did for his Enemies safety get Crowned Attendants did Obeysance pay Martyrs and Confessors led on the way And Robes of Glory did for future Conquerors stay When on a sudden e're the fixed Eye That view'd with Sacred earnestness the Sky Could move the glorious heavenly Guest drew nigh Mov'd not as Men that by gradation go But swift as Sun-beams thro' their progress flow He came and all the Court with Glory fill'd And balmy Ivy on every Soul instill'd No shades of Grief remain where Heaven doth gild But who can tell the Glorys of the Day What his Immaculate Spouses rich array How she did with redoubled glory shine Spotless without and Beauteous all within What zealous haste inspir'd her joyful feet When her beloved She went out to meet VVhat eager Love did sparkle in her Eye VVhat passionate Zeal what decent Majesty VVhat chast Embraces given and what return'd In equal flames how both the Lovers burn'd Tho' more of Majesty in him did dwell And she the more of tenderness did feel VVhat charming Talk the glorious meeting grac'd VVhat tender words and sighs for dangers past VVhat mutual Vows of everlasting Love What promise of Protection from Above How the great Brides-groom's glory thro' her shone Met like two joyned Stars that seem'd but one What a Seraphick Love all bosoms mov'd That savv the sight even Angels savv and lov'd How show'ring Joys did on Atlantis fall The Canopy of Heaven did shade it all In Blessings Heaven dissolv'd did it a Goshen call How a new Edict was proclaimed there That under Heaven's displeasure none should dare Against her setled endless Peace to vvar No Mortal the great Task can undertake It onely fits a Cherubim to speak Fly fly the fatal Land my Eyes beheld The mountains all with heavenly Armys fill'd Not greater the Judean Regions swell'd When the great Prophet open'd faithless eyes And shew'd th' Aethereal Guard against their Enemies Th' Advice was weighty but it was not took For malice cannot upon Concord look Nor can Ambition Peace and Quiet brook Restless for Rage and Envy 's such they stood While bless'd Atlantis guarded by a God Safe underneath his Wing made her aboad FINIS The Author living remote from the Press some few Errata's have pass'd in the Printing these Sheets but being most Literals the Reader is desir'd to mend them with his Pen. Hind and Panth. p. 5. p. 37. p. 37. p. 41. p. 43. p. 44. p. 44. p. 41. p. 53. p. 50. p. 6. p. 8. p. 6. p. 19. p. 20. p. 122. p. 134. p. 127. p. 127. p. 21. p. 86.
follow'd every foolish Fire That Lust or Pride or Interest did inspire And when a Golden Ball was drop'd i' th' way It stoop'd like Atalanta to the Prey Our Apotheosis and Gift of Heaven To Traitors and to perjur'd Villains given All scorn nor will with such a Consort dwell But like the Indian rather venture Hell. Ensigns of Honour when become the Meed Of Persons of low worth and servile breed Th' offended Nobles all with needful pride The tainted badge of Honour lay aside Our Thunder that did once the World appall Breaks unregarded and contemn'd doth fall And like Salmoneu's Thunder 's scorn'd by all The Magick Charms that fetter'd Kings are broke And fearless they throw off the galling Yoke Grow jealous of their State secure their Throne And from usurping Power do fence their Crown These are the least o' th' numerous Ills they do The prying Hereticks our Secrets know Have search'd the Stream up to th' Eternal Spring And tracts of Truth down thro' all Ages bring Have with much Diligence and Justice shown The various change of our Foundation Th' admittance of Impostures and the Times When we made Love to meretricious Crimes The Errors of our Doctrine have expos'd But what doth deepest strike our Lives disclos'd The head of these our Emulous Neighbor stands The frustrate hopes of all our Heads and Hands And with Angelick Face o'relooks her Native Lands Our shame her Vertues every where we spy Her decent Rites her warming Charity Her Truth and her Angelick Piety Her steady Loyalty nor are less known Her Learning Wisdom Moderation Propitious Stars if I guess right appear And dawns of our long wish'd for Day draw near Much in this Critical Juncture's to be done Give speedy Counsel when this Moment's gone Bid long farewel for 't is for ever flown A sullen murmur follow'd when there rose A meager shape a shape that Envy chose And spoke With studied Malice we have try'd Our Enemies Rites Lives Learning to deride But the cast Darts down on our heads did glide 'T is now too late worn Methods to recall They 'r flat and dull the most refin'd of all Will by their Virtue be to make them fall Loyalty is their glory pride and crown Make but that totter and all tumbles down Load them with vile reproaches Truth and Lies When once on Wing do curious search despise The swiftness of the Motion doth delude our Eyes With low designs their lofty Honour blot Say Interest hath their Loyalty begot And hopes of tasted power th' Increase hath brought And what beyond Hells Malice hath a strain Lay to their Charge a Martyr'd Sovereign Blot their Allegiance touch that tender place They will their God and King revile unto their Face Vex them with wrongs and work them up with Fears Threaten the Issue of succeeding years Disgrace the great and trample on the small With undeserv'd Reproaches taint them all Make them but Malecontents the work is done A soft descent leads to Sedition None do the ferment of high Passions know What generous Souls loaded with wrongs may do Patience long tir'd doth unto Fury grow Incense them push them on the step we 'd choose Is that they would Caesar's Protection lose Stir up the mutinous Rabble if they flame The fatal Fire to all shall lay a claim The Counsel was embrac'd with joyful crys When one did from among the crowd arise And thus reply'd Th' advice is deep and wise But we ne'r yet upon one string rely'd But various Draughts have wove new Arts have try'd Mines under Mines if one discover'd fail That th' other yet may hit and blow up all We 've other Tasks to do Wise Kings when they With their Ambitious Neighbours war for Sway With wary Eyes survey the Enemies state And th' Motions of the Malecontents do wait Foment Divisions widen still the breach And their Foes Arms do to their Ruine stretch A Viperous brood lies in our Enemies Breast That tear her Bowels and her Peace molest At best half Friends and Jealous 't is our parts To make them open Foes by private Arts Revile their Mother draw a monstrous shape Fill it with Cruelty Oppression Rape And with remorsless Fury fill the Map And hang 't out as her Picture 'bove the rest Write th' Author and Abettor of the Test. Spot her with Dirt from our own Malice wrought Insinuate into the Crowd the thought That 't is her genuine look and Natural Draught Till they with Phantoms scar'd and Horrors driven Mistake the Road and fly to Hell from Heaven Smile on the cheated Slaves their hopes increase For whom you cannot love yet you may please And draw them to the wrack with hopes of ease Invite and like a treacherous Sea beguile Embrace and kill and while you ruine smile Divide set them their Tasks and when that 's done The just Reward of Traitors is well known With deep Attention the Discourse was heard And every one for the Attempt prepar'd To which by Natural Bent his Temper steer'd Till from below a Spectre did ascend And seemed half a Man and half a Fiend His baleful Eyes like direful Comets show'd Diffusing Mischief and ill Fate abroad His Mouth like Aetna belch'd out Smoke and Fire And thus he spoke or bellow'd out his Ire Mean Souls low Arts and Policies do try The great at lofty noble Actions fly Worms crawl upon the Ground but Eagles brush the Sky Such dilatory Arts do blast our Fame Such proling is unworthy our great Name Could we secure our Empire by such ways The very means the Victory would debase Act like your selves your former Fame restore Strike thro' at once and need to strike no more I with a Firebrand o're the Piedmont Vale The many headed Hydra did assail Lovely in dust and gore my Legions stood Wading in Streams of curs'd Heretick Blood. Down fell the glorious Harvest and not one Was left to future Times to give Relation With state I the Parisian Feasts maintain'd When Hecatombs the crowded Altars stain'd When pious Massacres did fill each Street When Death did Death and Ruine Ruine meet I fill'd the Irish Shambles and did call From Boggs from Loughs and Woods each bloody Cannibal When dying groans thro' every Soul did fly Eccho'd thro' Earth and pierc'd th' astonish'd Sky To every barbarous Ear sweet Melody Why should I mention things of lesser Note Or Bonner's Smithfield-Fires or Powder Plot Oh! 't was a brave Attempt thô 't did not hit Althô Hell wanted Fire the Match to light Brave as was Satan's that with Heaven did fight The Path is easie where one went before I 've told you what I did and need no more This said his Speech and he at once did end With Sulphurous stench he downward did descend And by 's departure truly shew'd the Fiend A sudden horror on each mind did light Or from the Counsel bred or from the sight But the Advice out-lasted the affright Some lik'd the Counsel but