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The slaughter of the innocents by Herod written in Italian by the famous poet, the cavalier Marino, in four books ; newly Englished.; Strage degli innocenti. English
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Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625.; T. R.
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1675
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in Heav'n to shine And towards Bethlaem the directest way With flames like lightning but more bright design Which as a glorious Servant to convey And guide them as a Messenger Divine The Royal Troop of three presaging Kings Thither from the Odorous Orient brings XVII To these new Monsters as Ills yet unknowne This Enemy of Good converts his eyes Which certain to Himself and Death alone As Mortal Wounds He did before surmise He stretch'd his Wings and wou'd away ha' flowne His Wings like Sailes full blown of largest Size But the strong Gyves that bind Him and enchain In his Eternal Prison him restrain XVIII From these Effects of things below the high Intent of what was done Above he knows Then dipt in Bloud and Poison instantly Dire lamps his Hellish brands he overthrows Hides with his claws his Face then gives a Cry That bellowing through the darkest Caverns goes And while his Rage and Fury thus prevaile He bites the Top of his entorted Taile XIX Thus with himself he frets but still in doubt 'Twixt two and un-resolv'd he yet remains He Studies the grand Book and to find out The Sense of Ancient Writings wracks his brains He knows Yet does not how to bring about The Birth o' th' Heav'nly Infant God ordain's Or how a Child should pure and spotless come Divinely Humane from a Virgin 's Wombe XX. Hence He denyes that greatest Mysterie That Wonder hid from Wits the most refin'd As how a wife should still a Virgin be And keep that Flow'r un-touch'd as was her mind It seems a strang Impossibilitie That true God should to true Man be resign'd The Spirit Incarnate be and in the Toiles Of life involv'd be cloth'd with Mortal spoiles XXI Th' Incomprehensible Invisible Light When born to Shepherds should revealed be That God Omnipotent and Infinit Should be Confin'd to Swadling Bands that He Who fed on Heav'nly Nectar should delight To suck like Children in their Infancie That He should be in the rude Stable lay'd Of a poor Inn whose Throne of stars is made XXII That a small Veil should the chief Sun obscure The Word Divine like Infants stam'ring Cry Who made the Fire should trembling Cold endure The Joy of Angels languish Majesty Of Heav'n to Servitude Himself inure And He who was Immense should Les'nedly That Greatest Glory should to griefs and Fears Be Subject and Eternity to years XXIII That He himself should humble so to pay Exacted Tribute and to Laws be bound Whom as the great Law-giver all obey He from the Knife of Flint receive a wound And that on their Redeemer men should lay The Sinner's Mark in whom no Spot was found These Ambiguities his thoughts involve Nor can he this great Knot of doubts dissolve XXIV Mean time his busy thoughts new plots design'd His black Hearts Image his stern Face doth bear For looks in that dark Empire shew the Mind And the Impress of inward Sadness weare As we Heav'n's Chearfulness by Light do find And Mirth on Earth by Laughter doe's appeare Stung with these cares like Thunder from his breast A Desperate Oh-me his grief express't XXV Oh me He bellowing cry's what mean's this high Concourse of strange Portents I now behold What can it be ah to my Sorrow I Remember what the Angel said of old Oh-could I Nature's Seat ore'turne that by My hand the Course of Stars could be controul'd Since these so direful Omens from Above Through Me must joyful and most happy prove XXVI What can He more who chas'd Me long ago From my bright Palace and Celestial Seat It might suffice that I 'me for ever so Confin'd to th' horrours of this sad Retreat Condemn'd to shades of Misery and Wo To make the torments of the Damn'd compleat And to its Height my cruel Destiny Is rais'd while I 'me deny'd all hope to dye XXVII He to its primitive and simple state A base corporeal Nature would restore And to be Chief in Heav'n will elevate A vile Mass that was earthly Slime before I 'le not endure 't i' th North I le try my Fate Mong whose salt cliffs the Angels never soare And though even thence my Troops may vanquishd fly 'T will be a Trophy to have ventur'd high XXVIII But why his Will unsatisfy'd pretend To rob of Souls my Ancient Mansions why Himself so absolutely apprehend All Humane weight to raise my rage more high And then a Conquerour to Us descend Rich in his Spoiles and glorious Victory And flourishing his bright Armes here below Come to disturbe Me in my Endless wo XXIX Ah art not thou that Creature once so Faire The glorious Prince of beauty and of Love The Star enlightning first the Morning aire Prime Light of all the winged Quire above Which as the Moon when lesser Stars appear Above their Luster doth her rayes improve So rich in splendour and in flames Divine Above the Vulgar Angels Thou didst shine XXX Wretch but in this Dispair what can it Me Avail to think upon my Pristine state If past Felicities remember'd be So harsh and present Ills ingeminate 'T is time the Acts of such an enemie T' oppose and his too haughty pow'er abate If Hell must Languish let not Heav'n rejoyce If Force cannot prevail then Fraud's my choice XXXI But what Force is' t I fear long since have I Lost ancient Candour and high Nature too Let the world Arm and Heav'n with terrour my Sole Nod the Elements and Stars shall view I 'me what I was whate're arrive and why If not the Doer fear I what He 'le doe God Arm 's what then I best that war approve Which since deny'd in Heav'n on Earth I le move XXXII All praise his haughty Language and anon Their Fronts the Three Fierce Sisters higher threw All shake their Lamps from Styx and Ackeron To Him all Serpents craule and homage doe See here how prompt how ready every One Of Us appears thy pleasure to pursue Great Lord of this most dreadful House say they Doe but command and we will soon obey XXXIII Your first so brave Attempt in Heav'n did prove What your Alecto with her friends could dare Nor though in these dark Mansions now you move And with these rusty Roofs still cover'd are Ought You to be less proud For though Above To the great Thunderer You Subject were Yet here You are a King whose Empire is Free and entire on Earth and the Abyss XXXIV If Wit and Industry shall prove too weake Vertue of Herbs of Stones or powerful Spell Anger Deceit or Love by which Men break Oft into bloud and cruelly rebel Thou which must please Thee shalt behold my Beck Draw Stars from Heav'n Ghosts from Graves compel The Seas shall quake Earth up-side down be hurl'd And from its Center We will force the World XXXV He Fierce reply's O my dear Props O true Supporters of my Hopes and of my Throne â—'ve seen your Arts I 've seen your Valour too Which in that Starry