be too Lest they with pinguitude his Soul imbue And make's lesse apt to search those hidden arts Which Hell to his obedient ones imparts But if he in them Master will Commence He must attain it by obedience To whatsoever Hell commands for he Must gain the Will then act by sympathy He now it may be for some yeares hath serv'd This Principle nor from his Laws hath swerv'd But still obedient been nor his desire Thereto doth slack implete with hellish fire His serving Dâ—emon still attending too With Stygian vigor doth his heart imbue Pleases his fancy with some stranger art Hels sacramental Mysâ—eries impart He doth till at the last he doth bequeath To him the fruits of the black Tree of Death Rough hairy Satyrs with their cloven feet And staring eyes if that a stranger meet Should all alone in some dark Wood and night How pitifully would they him affright â— Or any other ill-shap'd monster yet A fâ—equent sight no wonder would beger And should such Satyrs often be with him No whit at all affrightful would they seem So those dark Spirits apparitions might Man 's weaker sences at the first affright But after some familiarity No fear at all would be especially To those whose natures as their natures be In a strict league with Hell and would be such Did not their Souls in a flesh'd body couch Toads are not venomous to Toads nor is The Lion truculent to those of his Kind nor are Monsters frightful unto theirs Satyrs to Satyrs not are Bears to Bears So Man whose Soul 's drench'd in the Stygian pool Thinks not Hel's worst deformed spiriâ—s soul. And this they know or else I do suppose They'd not so boâ—dly their strange shapâ—s disclose Hel's mighty Prince sees now his servant â—it To see his Kingdoms pomp he doth commit The charge thereof to some great Prince who goes To him and thus his message doth disclose Hel's mighty Monarch Prince of Acherâ—n Great Duke of Styx Primate of Phlegiton Of Lethe Earl great Lord of Cocyâ—â—â— of deep Avernus Orcus Eâ—ebus And of the whole dark world best part of this Gain'd by his forces and now joyn'd to his My soveraign Leige hath sent me unto you His faithful servant with his leave to shew Our Kingdom 's glory whereby you may see That you do serve no petty Majesty Our high and mighty Prince hath had regard To all your services he now reward Will your fidelity he Crowns and thrones As well as LOVE hath for his faithful ones A Throne and Crown he hath prepar'd for thee And of our Kingdom thou a Peer shalt be When thou this Body shalt put off and set Thy Soul at liberty which now doth let Perfect enjoyment In the mean time tho This favour 's granted that I thee may show Our pomp and Glory art thou willing say To whom Hel's servant thus without delay Great Prince and servant to our soveraign King What joyful news is this that you do bring I scarce contain my Soul What shall I see The glory of his Stygian Majesty E'r I depart this VVorld this favour would More strictly bind me his and if I could Be more his than I am what in this Ball I have I willing am to part withall To purchase this Love's great inticements I Abhor and do spontaneously deny Come let us go I burn with strong desire For to be in and see this Orb of Fire Hel's Nuncio thus speaks Valiant heart delay I will not thou thy hearts desire enjoy Shalt and when thou hither returnest then Thou shalt be Hel's highest Magitian Such gifts we will bestow and thou shalt see Before thou back returnst what Gifts they be Your staffe is needlesse nor your Horse-you need For I am able to make greater speed For whilst that you can ride a League assoon I can be mounted higher than the Moon I can transport your Corpse no need of that There is at this time for our Journey 's not So great only make fast your Closer door That none may enter to disturb you for Your Body here shall lye Then shall you see How nimble Spirits without Bodies be You misse it shall not for you 'l think you bear It still but feel it lighter than the Ayr. Alasse that is a prison to the Soul She free from that is then without controul Nor could that bear indeed what you will feel Be'ing made of flesh nay were it made of steel It could not 't would consumed be your sp'rit Can bear the punctions of eternal Night Being in union with us and may passe Into our Kingdom for your Nature as Ours is your sences will be open too You 'l think you see feel hear as now you do But why do I forestal you thus Delay I will no longer Come I 'le lead the way This spy'd his hand upon his eyes he lay's To which Ethaean stupor he conveighs Down falls his Carcasle like a Trunck bereft Of Life no sence is in his Body left His Spirit 's fled and by Hel's Fiend is brought Into that Kingdom swiâ—ter than a Thought Thus then he felt himself He was like one Who in his sleep sees some strange Vision And dreams himself awake but yet doth find Some kind of misty Aâ—oms which do blind His sight from a clear view He thus at first Did find himself untill he farther thrust Was from 's attractive Corpse He nimbly than And with a clearer sight to mount began Thus then his Jornal was Nor Moon nor Sun Nor any other Star upon him shon But yet not quite of Light devoy'd he had Such as wherewith a misty ev'ning's clad A kind of twylight Earth nor raging Seas Nor any thing but misty ayr he sees A circling Cloud darker then pitch appears Vast and of huge extent aloft it rears In forms of Cliffs and pointed Rocks The Sp'rite Thus speaks these pitchy cloudy mounts in sight Impale our Kingdom 'T is Avcrâ—â—â— call'd With such continued Rocks our Kingdom 's wall'd This is the Entry Here involved lies Continual Light none there a Ray espies Of any Light part of this Rock God threw In't Aegypt when that thicker darknesse flew Th'row out the Land our dearest servants he With our own weapons plagues continually 'T is not so dark within the pale now this Is caused by Antiperistasis And that cold Region which ingendreth hail And thunder which when Icy clouds assail Each other's made becomes so violent From two contraries which from both sides sent Causes its forces shrink together so More violent pent in lesse room they grow This darknesse then flies from that Light within And from the Light Woâ—ld's shine so lies between Shrouding together pressing close and thick Fast cleaving closely doth together stick These palpable dark clouds they enter where He doth a thousand shrecks and howlings hear Cursings Blasphemings swearing murmuring voycâ—â— Bellowing with a thousand ugly noyses But horrid darknesse so encompas'd him That who these noyses made could not be seen
and pain A Language or some Rhetorick to gain The juice of this fine fruit did Herod lick When he a God was styl'd for 's Rhetorick And that round apple which hangs dangling there Will make you be a cunning Sophister You apple which is so variegate Will make you cunning in mechanicks strait This Apple here which hangs so fair to view With Mathematick cunning will imbue See what Cylindres and Rhamboides What Quadrats Dâ—agâ—amms Isoce'les With other lines and â—gures printed in Black red and yellow streakes upon the skin These shew its Nature But yon with a Star So fairly mark'd makes an Astrologer Should'st thou eat this which hangeth over us More cunning then was Aeculapius thou 'ldst be and skilfull too in Chirons art If that which hangeth on that bow a th'wart But yon fair fruit which takes up so much room Will make you know before what is to come Of this did Baalam often fâ—ed when he Did by our divination Prâ—pheâ—â—e In former time this Apple was in use Much when Delphean Priests did suck the juice And on the next they fed when they in verse Their Oracles â—id uâ—ually reherse But you five Apples which I shew you now And which do triumph on the upper bough Shall be thy food See here I 'le reach them down Make much of them for now they are thine own Well may'st thou prize them Heav'n nor Earth such fruit Can give which may so well thy nature suit These with thee take and feed upon below But first to thee I will their vertues show This purple colour'd one more cold than Ice Or Riphae an snow extinguish in a trice Will that Scintilla Love hath plac'd in thee Then shalt thou wholly from his chaines be free Flouds of temptations nor whole streams of sin Nor pleasures which the World may draw you in Are strong enough to dout that little spark Which closely gloweth in thy hollow ark Well may they cloak it that it may not flame But 't is this fruit that must put out the same This next although more black than pitch it be Will firmly glew together Hell and thee A thousand chaines shall sooner break than this Resolve thee of so strong a nature ' t is With all Hel's Peers and our great Prince you wil By it hold highest Correspondence still By this third snaky-colour'd one below Thou shalt most strange-amazing Wonders do Th' Eternal flames which wend above the sky Unto the Earth thou may'st call by and by The Hyperborean sconce thou mayst command To aestuate the Sea to Mountains and Mayst at thy bidding Taurus rend in twain Or Atlas fling into the Western main This reddish one bespotted thus with jet The lock'd gates of thy sences ope will set Your quicker eyes although on Earth you stand Shall pierce the Centre of our darker Land Then shall you see us when you please and know How that your Prince and we your Brothers do Our shriller voyces shall assault your ear Your nose shall smell the sulphur of our Sphear And our hot breaths feel blowing in your face Our Kingdom 's dainties tast in every place Banquet and deeply drink with us so you May be on Earth and in our Kingdom too By this last teter one all evil Sprites That b'longs to Hell to please you with delights You when you please may call nay if you will Ten thousand Legions shall attend you still All that belongs toth ' Necromancy Art And Conjuration 't will to you impart That at your beck from hence you may adjure The blackest Fiend to be your servitour Iannes and Iambres Simon and Faustus eat Tho not to fill them of this pretious meat See now what power thou' rt indued with By these rare fruits pluck'd from the Tree of Death The gold of In'd nor Peru not the Seas Rich Treasure purchase may such Fruits as these The fabuliz'd Hesperian fruit of old Were durt to these although they were of Gold Come now thou great Magitian thou shalt go Unto the Body which remains below Our Pomp and Power thou hast seen and I To you our Kingdom 's nature did descry You need no conduct hither now for when You please you my come visit us agen This said he strait his body reassumes And thus Hel's great Magitian becomes My Muse returned from the darker Sphear Her garments rank of Sulphur smell I fear Which may offend with those strange sights which late She saw affrighted now shel'd titubate Should she proceed Like one which newly come From long restraint in some dark Dungion Cannot indure the splendid Light nor dares Sol's beams behold so with my Muse it fares Who newly flown out of the house of Night Dares not as yet describe the Orb of Light Till that in Iordan she hath bath'd her eyes And Virgin Limbs that she may brighter rise New modulizing of his Harp again To sing Heaven's Blisses in a higher strain The end of the first Part. THE EXPLANATION OF AN Hieroglyphical Figure SHEWING THâ— MYSTERIES OF THE External Internal Eternal WORLDS The second Part. LOng mayst thou Phoebus pull my tender 〈◊〉 E'r I will my exalted notes for â—ear My Muse belongs not to thy miteâ—'d Hill Nor to thy teachings dos she owe her skill She from the double-top't 〈…〉 Unto the flow'r-spread Hills of Paradise And there inspired by the Angels notes Her self and Musick to their King devotes Who with the verdant Wreath of Love not Bayes Crowns the choice accents of her tender layes Great Prince of LOVE dain but to touch my tonguâ— With some small coal from off thy Altar flung Inspire my Soul ah let my words bespeak Thy Glory th'row them Hearts assunder break Glaâ—'d o're with steel Here highest Complement 'T is to become thy happy instrument O so intrance me that in Raptures I May sing the glory of thy Majesty The misty horrors of Eternal Night I 'ave shewn the far surpassing joyes of Light Let 's visit now a sight of much more worth May then my teeming Muse with ease bring forth An happy issue May my Numbers show The way to Heaven from this Earth below How deare's Man's Soul unto the Prince of Light Who all doth to his blessed Home invite Where all the pleasures and blest joyes of Hea'vn To crowned Saints by his own hand are given Who would not Heav'n acquire if 't only were T' avoid the terrors of the darker Spheat Where howling Devils spitting fire and flame In Wrath and fury 'gainst bright Heaâ—'n blaspheâ—e Where nought but Sulphur Fire and brimstone hurld About gives light unto that impious World Where pains Eternal in dark cares below With ugly Devils thou must undergo But what allurements hath blest Heav'n to give To Souls that Chastly and divinely Live What Joys what pleasures what true happinesse Do those blest Souls in Paradise possesse One single grain whereof more value holds Than all the pleasures that this World enfolds Ah! these are mix'd with sorrows those have none
Soul 's blest tye Sees God beyond Thoughts Intellectually This is the stâ—te in which SOPHIA will Souls emptied thus with her blest Spirit fill Then is the Soul made fit for to receive Those Bounties which Heav'ns blessed Hand doth give For whilst thoughts do her empty vessels fill Receive she cann't Heav'ns higher Bounties well A Cup fill'd to the brim can hold no more Nor stomachâ— meat desire if full before Then is the Soul fit to be wrought upon And to receive Heav'ns seal's impression What in this state she doth or hear or see Must needs be true she cann't deceived be Unutterable were those Sweets which here Our Pilgrim felt before his eyes appear The Beauties of the inner Worlds and on His Soul divine irradiation Is pour'd and now his soul with Constant eye Beholds true glances of AEternity Pens are too weak for to expresse the Blisse Which in this silent state enjoyed is Thunders and Whirâ—winds are not Heav'ns choyce He softly whispers in a silent Voyce The Souls eares then are eyes what Heav'n then shows The Soul both hears sees â—eels and truly knows Deep is the sight when that no thoughts controul For Heav'n then gives eyes to the passive Soul Past reach of Reason then she flyes and there With a new Light sees demonstration clear But on our Pilgrim passes and to ease Himself oft rests in such blest Groves as these Which thick stood in the Way there quiet rest From working thoughts his passive Soul possest And now unto this World he bids adiew The inner World appeareth in his view No new relations he receives who from Spiritual tyes and Heav'ns kind hand doth come Those who do travel in the Way with him By Heav'ns Venter are his Bretheren And Sisters tyed by a neerer Bond Than ever Earth or Nature yet had don'd They are his Brothers be they rich or poor Who in their Hearts his Father's Image bear Those are his Fathers and his Mothers that Into Regeneration begot His Soul Nature's Children do ne'r to their Parents the Love which Heav'ns to theirs do bear Though he Loves all yet there 's degrees in Love Some are more near and some do farther move As in the building of an House you see Some stones do touch while others farther be Some are more near some keep a distance yet All to the Structure are exceeding fit So Spirits joyned are in that divine And heavn'ly building they do thus Combine Some they are nearer knit than others thus Iohn unto Christ the most beloved was Here Spirits signatur'd alike conjoyn And in a mystic union combine Here Spirits be espous'd and here they see That they meet helps unto each other be Some cann't receive from every vessel though Their thirsty souls drink what from others flow One gives another he receives and he Gives to another here 's the harmony Saints thus combin'd are like a Tower that Unshaken stands against the Devils shot He fears such unions therefore all his Art And cunning he still uses them to thwart O blessed union whom God thus doth joyn Let no man venture for to discombine This doth produce a Love implete with Blisse Which far above natural affection is No Man but he that has 't the Virtue knows Of this Love which from pure union flows Words cann't exprest that heart which feels it doth Know certainly that here I speak a Truth The highest love of Friendship which doth shine So bright 's the Image of this Love divine The Stars alone that doth concatinate Nature and Grace bind fast this firmer state He who this Love Possesses would rejoyce And with great joy ' count it an happy choyce To dye and suffer torments for his Brother And loose his blood with joy to free another In this state two are one one cannot smart Feel but it thrilleth th'rough the other's heart One cann't be sad but by a Sympathie The other's sinking Soul doth almost dye Joy never bloometh in the Face of one But gladnesse in the other's eyes doth shine Although â—eas and a thousand Leagues do part Their Bodies yet by sympathetic Art Their Spirits meet and kisse and do declare At the same moment how each other fare In the black lines writ by each others handâ— A flowing Fire of constant Love thy find No sooner can their eyes be plac'd on them But th'rough them to their hearts a flaming stream Of sweetest Fire runs and every Line Unto that Fire doth new fewel joyn O blessed Love which from true Union flows Thy sweetnesse none but those that tast thee knows Base Earthly Lust and wanton Love's alloy Is all but dâ—oâ—â—e and counterfeited joy Is mix'd with them hut here true sweetnesse is True Joy and an unutterable Blisse Our Pilgrim tasted this felicity Whereby he found all earthly Harmony Below this sweetnesse Sweets Affection But far more sweet is heav'nly Union In Bodies joyning is Earth's Lovers blâ—sse In Souls uniting Heav'ns true Lovers is Most justly did the Holy Spirit Call The Serpent the most subtle Beast of all And though in subtilty he doth excel His envy runneth with it parallel This sets abroach that this desires the ill That 's the Instrument for to perform it still And where he cann't do what he would to Man He ' l shew his Teeth and do what e'r he can Think you our Pilgrim though so far he be Gon past the reach of his fell Subtilty No Hell must shew his envy still and to The very last try what his power can do When he had try'd all Stratagems in vain The Pilgrim's union with the Saints to strain To burst that League which breaks the Leagues of Hell And their united Forces oft repel To spoil that mariage of Spirits from Whose happy juncture sacred Powers do come Which overthrow those Legions of the Great Prince of Hell and all Impiety To break that true-Loves Knot which only can Bind fast the hands of this fierce foe to Man When he in vain to hinder this had try'd And saw our Pilgrim by an happy Guide Had it attain'd he seeks some other Way In midst of all his Sweets him to betray His envious eye beholds the Pilgrim's Soul Oft to carouse it in Loves sacred Boul Where she whole streams of Nectar gulped down Sweeter than Honey or the Honey-Comb Down to his Stygian Kingdom goes the Foe And there assembles all his Cooks below Makes them to cull the fairest Fruit the Tree Of ills doth bear First then Complacency Then Covetousnesse then Pride then Sâ—lfishnesse Envy and Iealousie and such as these He takes and by a cunning Chymistry Draws out their blacknesse and deformity Extracts their bitternesse and makes them fair Refin'd like Crystal and as pure as ayr But yet the poyson still was left behind Which stronger grew the more they were refin'd From these a juice he drew most fair and clear And up he mounteth to the Pilgrim's Sphear Sculking behind a cloud this Serpent lay And for an
pair of Ballances Whose Scales th' impartial Hand of Iustice weighs Whereby He able was to weigh aright And the true Gold to know from what was light All something gave to whom his thanks b'ing pai'd To th' highest Sphear Love's Coach its voyage made Swifter than Eagles in a full Career They mounted up into th' Aeternal Sphear Such was their speed such was their sudden flight As it depriv'd Him of the Act of sight So that he scarcely could denote or tell What in that sudden wrapt to him befelâ— His Soul enflamed with the purest Love Did in Aliah's fiery Charriot move Cutting their way thorow that unseen Skye Which fast together all the Worlds doth tye Which is the Medium whereby Souls do go Unto the highest Orb from Orbs below This Waye 's the Ladder whereby Angels move From lower Sphears unto the Sphears above This â— addeâ—'s basis fastly fix'd is here Whose top doth mount into the highest Sphear This is the Path of Souls and who finds this Hath found the way unto the Highest Bliss But he that finds this Iacob's sleep must find Or else he seeks in vain and grasps the Wind Caelestial VENUS with a glittering Ray And beam of Light immortal points the Way Unto the entrance of th' Aeternal Orb Which 'gan to glitter now with fires Superb Whose lustrous Splendors the â—aint Pilgrim drove Into a stupor 'tween the Armes of Love Who there annoynting with a Salve his eyes Enter'd that Orb and bid him see and rise Within the Circle of th' Aeternal Sphear Three Orbs of glory and three worlds appear Three several Mansions outer inner inmost Answering to Father Son and holy Ghost To Light to Life and to Eternal Love Myriads of Angels about which do move Our holy Pilgrim having enter'd now Into th' Eternal World himself doth bow Under the Ensign of that glorious Crosse Which in its glory there advanced was A Silence unexpressable was there Nothing but stilnesse in that sacred Sphear For all that Orb where now our Pilgrim went Encircl'd was with the One Element Here he beheld the bright and sparkling Eye Of Providence and of Aeternity Here He beholds those Wonders I confess My Tongue and Pen too weak are to express And here he feeds upon those fruits that grow Upon the Tree of Life's superbest bough Here He becomes a true Magitian Here He becomes in Iesus Christ a Man Here now his eyes are so illuminate That they through all things that are penetrate Here he in Silence waits upon that Eye Which sparkles in this Still-Aeternity Words cannot speak this Blisse nor I declare Can more or if I could I should not dare But now the goodnesse of a matchless Love Commands the Pilgrim once again to move Who mounting higher comes to that abode Which ever Eâ—chos with the Name of God The second Orb of the Aeternal World This is arrived here his eyes he hurld On every side on every side he saw Those beams of Light and everlasting Day Which darted down from New Ierusalem With Life Light Glory did that Orb behemm Here he beholds the glorious Lambs abode Here he beholds the sacred Heart of God Here he beholds thrice bless'd EMANUEL Here he beholds where all the Angels dwell Thousands of thousands sees he there to bide Plac'd in their orders upon either side And though that some higher than others were In this respect they all were equal there In that they all were full there was no want Though some had more than some yet none did scant So smaller vessels fil'd till they run o're Cannot complain if they can hold no more Against another vessel though he may Contain it may be thrice as much as they When all are filled to the very brim All are content and all alike do seem Thus largest Souls shall have the largest share Of Glory yet all full no want is there Love's measur'd but by their Capacity All are implete and all but full can be There Hallalu jah's soundeth in his eares There sacred Songs of prayse and Joy he hears There all the pleasure of Aeternal Blisse In hight of Glory still triumphant is Words are too weak And these Arcana's shall Be known to none Til GOD himself reveal Great is his Love and great his Wonders be Those shall confess them that this Orb shall see But O the Bliss Eternal that doth move In constant streams down from the Heart of Love Upon the Pilgrim's Soul so strong the blisses Are of Love's flaming and berapting Kisses That down he fals before the sacred Lamb Prest with the impresses of Love's sacred flame His heart 's inflam'd and full of Love divine His Face with radiant beams of Light doth shine His Soul â—ndued with a Life Supernal Caâ—n't dye for all his â—oys are now Eternal O 〈…〉 are wanting here for to express The tâ—â—usandth part of such an happinesse But one flight more but one step more there is For to Complete our Pilgrim's Joy and Bliss Here he awaiteth for the Spirit his guide That as ascended so he glorified Might be his eye now fix'd is on thi Throne Awaiting for that mystic Union Which as with Wonder so with Ioy delight And everlasting pleasure fill it might The time is come and now by gracious Love He doth into Sanctum Sanctorum move Into the holyest now of holyest he Admitted is where dwels the Deity In Light immortal where the blest abode Is of the sacred Trine the Triune GOD. There in immortal Glory great IEHOVE There blessed IESUS and the sacred DOVE Conjoyn'd in one make up the blessed TRINE A mysterie as sacred as divine Behold the Pilgrim now is come in view Of the third Orb Ierusalem the New With all her glories glittering in that Sphear Bride-like adorn'd doth to his eyes appear Glories of glories doth adorn the place The Wal's like Iasper or the Crystal Glass Four square the City is on every side Equal the length the breadth the height divide Int ' equal parts Both great and high the Wall Is of this sacred and Caelestial IERUSALEM Her twelve Foundations Are laid with twice six several precious Stones The first is IASPER as transparent as The glorious Morning or the crystal Glass Glorious Saint PETER'S great and glorious Name Deeply insculpted is upon the same The second SAPHIR which doth court the eye With all the beauties of the Azure Skye On which ingraven is the name of PAUâ— The second beauty of this Heav'nly Wall The third a CHALCEDONY which doth show Like flames above and glowing coals below Engraven deep the name of IOHN divine On it doth with glorious splendor shine The fourth an EMRAULD whose Caelestial And verdant glories beautifie the Wall There Zebedean IAMES his glorious Name With equal Lustre beautifies the same The fifth's a SARDONIAE whose blushing dies The Wall as Phoebus doth the Morning skies Alphean IAMES'S Name is graven here And with a wondrous Lustre doth appear The sixth a SARDIUS is
you to read Should I but mention every horrid deed Of evil Spirits which in History Is noted who shall doubt this verity But one I 'le here recite Niderius His Pen the same made known hath unto us Upon the Confines of Bohemia lies A Stygian Vale where shady Mountains rise â—urden'd with aged trees whose bushy heads Fill th'under-lying Vale with horrid shades Denying Phaebus in the brightest Day Leave amply there for to project his Ray. Here every Night after that Sol was gon To court Queen Thetis in the Ocean And that the horrid shaddows of the Night With pitchy Vailes had muâ—â—led up the Light Hell and its Princes mustered their Forces Their bands of Foot-men and their Troops of Horses And in disport to Exercise and play Their Stygian Troops imbattel'd in array They did divide meeting with strange effort Pel-mell they joyn'd and skirmish'd thus in sport â—he Mountains eccho'd and the Vallies rung With the strange noises of this Stygian throng The ayr re-ratled with their Canons noyse Their armours clashing and the horrid voyce Of fighting roaring howling hissing Fiends Like to the loud-mouth Thunder when it rends The tallest Cedars and the strongest Rocks With unresistible and deadly knocks Here flakes of fire here curled Clouds of Fume With Sulphur mix'd and other stinks did come From out the Vale as if that Aetna there Had spet his fiery entrals in the ayr And by and by they such a yell would send As if at once they Heav'n and Earth would rend Pompey and Caesar on the fatal Plaine Of Pharsalia or great Tamerlaine And Baâ—azet great Alexander and Darius who all Asia did command Met with lesse clamor and lesse noyse of armes Then made these Devils with infernal Charmes Thorow the gentle air these â—lamours flye Which gave Alarums to the dwellers by The fearfull ran away the stoutest dare Not go to see what fighting Foes these were Until at last two stout and hardy Knights Alaâ—um'd with these noyses several Nights Accounting it disgrace for them who were The Sons of Mars for to admit of Fear Resolv'd to go into the Vale and see Who those noctarnal Combatants might be The night appointed arm'd and mounted they Dauntlesse and stout together take their way Fair Phaebe tripping th'row the azure skies Favour'd with smiles of light their enterprize And on the Rode her silver beams doth shed Which to this Close and haunted Valley led By whose fair beams of Light discry they might Two Armies battail'd and prepar'd to fight Their Troops well marshal'd prest and ready bent And Colours streaming in each Regiment The Foot prepar'd the Horsemen mounted and Th' Artillery fitted and in order stand Here Drumms were beat here Fifes were play'd upon Here the shril-sounding Trumpets strongly blown Tantara go and other musick that Men prest to blood and rage doth animate This seen the heart of one strong fear subdues And farther on to go he doth refuse I 'ave seen enough said he nor is it good To match with Friends for feeble Flesh and Blood Let 's now retire while that we may from these Fiends and not dally with such Prodigiâ—s Coward stay thou the other strait replies Iâ—le try their mettal e'r I go Then hies Upon the gallop to these Armies but He in the midst is by a Champion met They draw their Weapons stoutly fight but he Strait loses both his head and Victory The other lesse Fool-hardy flies relate He doth next day this Champions desperate Fate The People thither go by heaps The dead Body they find some furlongs from his Head But neither print of mens feet nor of Horses Nor any sign of all these warlike Forces Were to be seen Sâ—ch stories Histories Afford in plenty And let this suffice Nor are the sacred Acts of Spirits good Inferior or lesse frequent than the Bad â—or they do mortals help as often still As those black Fiends appear to do them ill Doth not the sacred Writ most clearly shine In every place with Angels Acts divine What were those Sacred Nuncio's that came And eat and drank and Talk'd with Abraham They eat and drank not that they needed it For unto nothing soon resolv'd their mâ—at And who were those who Lot protected from The Sulph'ry flames which did on Sodâ—m come That the Aegyptians first-born slew and that Which did Senac'hrib's Host exterminate That which with Manoa commun'd and he Which Daniel help'd in his extremity Which talk'd with Esdras and those five that fought In golden armes for Machaâ—eus stout And what was he who Mary visited And he who Peter from his prison led Full every where are holy Histories Of holy Acts of Angels like to these Who by the Mandate of their masters Will Attend the good of Fragil mortal still This one I 'le cite to them who more would know The Ecclesiastic Histories will show When Christianism's fair and sacred Light Contested with the foul and cursed Night Of Paganism Then the raging Fiends Brought many Saints unto most cruel ends And then the holy Angels of the Lord Bestirr'd themselves to propagate his Word And in the Christians great extremities Apply'd choyce comforts to their Miseries So that with hearts undaunted evermore The Rage and fury of Hel's Prince they bore Among the rest stout LAURENTINUS and His valiant brother PERGENTINUS stand As Champions stout and bid defiance to Hell their pernicious and immortal Foe Their holy Tongues fiered with Zeal decry The Heathens Idol and Idolatry Their holy charmes enchain the Peoples hearts And Sathaa's wounded by the sacred darts Shot from their pious mouthes and fearing now To be o're-come voweth their overthrow TIBURTIUS then Areciam's Lord is bent To be the Prince of STYX his Instrument He these seeks to disswade but all in vain They scorn his hony'd words and sugar'd traine The more TIBURTIUS lauds his Iupiter The more he up their holy zeal doth stirr Enraged he as Sathan did command Caus'd them with cruel cords for to be bound And then with batts for to be beaten â—ore Till their white backs were covered with gore But mark an Angel with a steely wand And frowning brows doth by these Martyrs stand Unseen he strikes their Executioners Which blow its dyre effects full soon infers For strait their armes who beat these Martyrs so Are now not able for to strike a blow Dry'd up they are like sticks their sinnews shrunk And dryth hath up their strength and vigor drunk Cruel Tiberius then to prison hales These Brothers Hell now claps on all his Sailes Blown with the blasts of Rage fell mischiefs barque Seeks to o'rewhelm the Christian 's new-built Ark There as it were within the jawes of Hell Where horrid Night and Stygian stinks did dwell Where mire and filthy durt and stinking dung Bespread the floor and the black wall 's behung There are the Brothers noble Brothers put And there from food as well as Light are shut But
did this mighty Kingdom colonize Because we would be free here we Command Are Kings there servants did obedient stand We are grown mighty and our powers we 'l try To make all World's bow to our Majesty Our fires Love's Waters shall consume we 'l see Who shall be greatest either I or he A World betwixt us not long since was made Wrath's essence there as well as Love's was shed Ours made Rocks stones flints Mines of Iron and Lead His Rivers Trees Ayr Gold and Silver bred In ordering them there was an higher hand Which to conjunction did them both Command And strange such opposites should mixed be In every thing in equal Harmony But that Usurper got the upper ground And under his our Essence strictly bound So that he Lord was ours a slave and thus He thought for aye to Lord it over us O how I raged O how the fire flew From my bright eyes how I shook Hell you knew Full well But yet no way there was that I For to release our essence could espy I a sworn Foe to Harmony did gret At Heart to see our essence bound and fret Did to behold my mortal Foe to sport Himself on Earth and call it his own Court. Making a Paradise of it whilst there I for to set a foot did scarcely dare O how I long'd for a confusion and To have my Essence like to his Command To vex me more and to encrease his blisse He made a Man for to enjoy all this By what I thought would hurt me most of all Gained I have the Rule of Earth's fair Ball No way our Essence to release was left But by the fall of Man alwayes to sift I then began In Paradise there stood A Tree was partly evil partly good This was to Man prohibited Love knew If he should eat thereof what would ensue For by that meanes alone our Essence might Released be Loves Essence put to flight I then bestir'd my self and by my guiles Made them to eat thereof who poor exiles Do now repent their fact their Joy and Blisse And every thing on earth subverted is Our essence now doth ev'ry where appear And like it self begins to domineer Now we 'l command the Earth Love's essence scoff For I intend you shall be Lords thereof Are not we mighty now who like to us Hah who can match us when we can do thus Our Foe who thought in Earth to captivate Us prison'd is thus alter'd is our state But let us now provide for th' Future Gain We may a Kingdom better than maintain It being got Our Foe hath footing there Still who will strive for to regain his share And beat us back again the which he can Ne'r do but by redeeming fallen Man About him all our strife will be for Love Still loves this Man all Creatures else above For him I know his Forces he 'l engage Therefore the World must be the fighting stage For our two Powers He 'd not let us have one Would Man obey him or with him Conjoyn But wee 'l deal well enough his Paradise Now cann't be seen wee 'l set before Man's eyes The Earth's vain pleasures which shall captivate Him to us rob him of his future state For present Pleasures far more pleasing are Than those hereafter promis'd few know where Wee 'l have a thousand wayes experience Shall make you masters in our Arts Commence For to beguile poor Man wee 'l do it tho We nothing gain by it to rob our Foe Of his delights But Man is mighty great Without him our Kingdom cann't be compleat Which is exceeding vast you know it wants To fill each corner such inhabitants Who most men gain shall I with Love do vie Nor can he Man's Soul Correct more than I. He without Man cannot his Wonders show Nor I without him what my power can do Therefore when one you gain'd have to your lore He 'l sooner gain to you a thousand more But all of you mark this No Soul doth come In flesh no Babe springs from its Mothers womb But that my Foe a little spark doth place The which he calls his Image or his Grace Within the Centre of its Soul This then You must endeavour to root out of Men And in its place place mine for that once gon He 's perfect with us and is sure our own But if extinguish it you cann't I say Smother't with the World's pleasures what you may And be you sure it ne'r begins to glow For if it does the better gains our Foe I know you will be circumspect therefore To such free Agents need I say no more But go and do your work maintain our might Within the World against Love's power fight My ayd you shall not want Go mighty Prince Lord of the ayr with all your Forces hence March to the lower Orb Do thou abide I' th' Airy Regions over storms preside Tempests and blust'ring Winds Do thou direct Some naughty influence from bad aspect To new-born Infants with blasts mildews blites Afflict the Earth and spoil her best delights Mighty Baalzebub follow him and be Thou Lord of discord plagues discordancy Man Beast and Earth falls under thy large Lot Do thou Men disunite send murrain rot Amâ—ng the Beasts send Locusts vermine and Do what thou canst for to aâ—flict the Land Great Belial with thousand Legions wend Thou next into the Earth thy Forces bend To make of no effect Love's goodnesse seek Holy Idea's in Man's mind to break Disturb his intellect Chymera's vain Strange untrue fancies cause thou in his brain Next Pitâ—on go with thy innumerable Legions of Daemons be throu strong and able For to pervert the Truth infatuate Man's understanding Cause him Truth to hare Potent Samaeliel Saâ—â—an Enemy To Love and goodnesse thou thy Forces try Justice for to pervert Wrath Terror Ire Disperse th'row out the World set all on fire And bring confusion if thou canst For us Do thou destroy all things Asmodeus Thou fiery Spirit raise such to the seat Of greatnesse who Lovâ—'s Forces may defeat With Pride and Cruelty indue them Hie Thou next with thy Troops bitter Meriri Seek thou to hinder Man's perfection Disturb his happinesse and union With our Foe Love and let thy Pride expresse Thy high and mighty Forces statelinesse Next march swift Asteroth to men of Parts Make known our secrets Sciences and Arts Let 't be thy work continually to fill Their busie brains with our delighting skill Ten thousand Legions I assign to thee Abaddon Spirit of Impiety Take thou away all comfort sicknesse death Destruction cause to all that are beneath Thy power Mammon tho the last nor least For thy power reach shall from the West to East See that that thou all dost cause the world to love Preside o're riches and all things that move Below the Moons sphear tie the world to Man And they cann't mount unto Loves Kingdom thenâ— Under your banners march may those mixt sp'rits
a great Maâ—e an horned Devil stood Upon the Earth a mighty Dragâ—n trod Bearing a sable 〈◊〉 displâ—y'd on high In which was fairly 〈◊〉 VICâ—O 〈◊〉 This was to shew his trâ—umph over 〈◊〉 And Love's fair Oâ—â— in this fame 〈◊〉 an Realm and to shew them that here he reigns alone None but himself there sits upon the Throne On 's right hand set of that dark 〈◊〉 The potent Princes every one a Throne Possess'd Balzebub Sathan Asmodel Miriri Mammon Ast'roth Beliâ— With thousands more Commanding Dâ—â—mâ—ns who In strange and various shapes appear'd in view On 's left hand sat Prince Pride in 's face Disdâ—â—â— Pourtrayed was big were his looks his Train Hung lower than his Feet â— Peacooks pâ—â—me Shaded his hory Crest with strong perâ—â—â—â— His ' brodered Gâ—wn did smell pendanâ—â— did dâ—ck His flagging Eares black Chaâ—nes prâ—â—ing'd his neck Finer than all the rest he was one hand On 's side was plac'd a â—larâ—ing hellish braâ—d The other held Next him sat Envy who Did garments specâ—'d with swelling â—oads indue A meagre Face hâ— had and hollow Eyes Lean jawes thin neck and spinâ—y armes and thighs His Head aâ—guiferous a poyson strong Continually drop'd from his spungy Tongue At 's feet 〈◊〉 sat his servitour With Enmity who for his service bâ—re Two mighty Scorpiâ—â—◠〈◊〉 was next Who held his pawes continually convext With Clawes like iron 〈◊〉 a 〈…〉 He had no Ornaments 〈◊〉 hair did gracâ— His hellish Corpse Next furious fiery 〈◊〉 Quick flamâ—s and fiery darts sat belâ—â—â—ng forth His hands were arm'd with steel a Dragon's 〈◊〉 A crosse his shoulders with live Snakes was ty'd A Lions foce he had Next goatiâ—h Lust Sat in a Throne all over-spread with dust A stinking smell he-had the skins of Goats Were ty'd about him in the stead of Coâ—ts The down of Sparrows want of hair supply'd Upon his scalp his eyes on every side Still rowl'd about Tun-belly'd Drunkenâ—esse Sat next his ugly shape a Tongue expresse Cannot nor 's horrid brother Gluttony With thousands more whom the man's 〈◊〉 desâ—ry Did in their Pomp Amaz'd almost to see So many Princes 'bout Hel's Majesty He nearer drew when the great Prince of Hell Shaking his drieâ—y locks these words did yell Forth from his piâ—chy mouth black smoak and flame From 's cursed throat with 's words together came Welcom my Son unto these glowing parts I have considered thy great deserts For which I did permit that thou might'st see My Kingdom 's Glory and my Majesty Here is a Throne and here a Crown lies by For thee when it shall be thy destiny To leave the prison of thy Soul I do In the mean tiâ—â—â—ny power confirm on you Thou shalt my great Magâ—tian be and show Strange uncoth Wonders in the Orb below Hau Let this blast imbue thy fetid Soul Accepâ— may power and let none controul Thy might and force Go to the Tree of Death Eat of the fruit and so confirm my Breath Chuse what thou pleasest there is choice nay all If thou canst use them in the earthly Ball For our great Glory Our great Mysteries When thou hast earen thou wilt better prize VVhen thou shalt be confirm'd Love theâ— shall flye None in thy Heart shall ever reign but â— This said he nodded to the Prince that brought Him thither who conceiv'd his Princes thought Doing obeysâ—nce both withdrew and strait Towards the Tree of Death they ambulate A narrow Vale they enter where nor Tree Nor spire of grasse or any herb he see Coâ—ld on each side huge cloudy Rocks mount up Which hanging over almost kisse a top A thick dark shadow on the ground they cast From hollow crannies comes a â—aetid blast Which 'mongst the windings frames a murmuring voice And getting out 〈◊〉 horrid hissing noyse Doth make Thoâ—ow the midst a pitchy stream The which from Styx and other Rivers came Runs this they follow till they saw it shoot Its sooty waters at the very Root Of the mortiferous Tree in there it fell Conveighing thither all the dregs of Hell By which that Tree is nourished He now Lifts up his eyes and that strange Tree doth view The trunck more hard than solid steel for moâ—â—e With filthy spawn of Toads inclosed was Poyson of Asps instead of shining guâ— Thorow the bark from every limb did come Thrice fifty Cubiâ—â— scarce could close about Its mighty bole one every limb stretch'd out Hung crawling Vipers sucking with delight The juyce of Henbane and of Aconite From off the leaves which gave a filtâ—y stink And were more black than Pitch or blackest ink An horrid blast arising from the ground Concusse the leaves which make a dryery sound In their forc't Kissing Bitterer then sooâ— Mixed with Gall and Wormwood'd juyce the fruit Was which thick sparsed here and there did grow In sundryâ— coâ—ours on each sable bow A while he views this Tree Hel's horrid Fiend From 's smoaky throat at last these woâ—ds doth send Seest thou this stately Tree those Fruits I wis Are our Ambrosiâ— and our Nectâ—r is That humid â—â—yce you see no other 〈◊〉 But what grows here our Prince esteemeth good No Winter with its nipping frosts bereaves This lurid Tree of these his fable leaves Nor leaves nor blâ—ssoms adds the spring unto 't Nor yellow Autumn robs it oâ— its Fruit It thus continues as it is and tho We daily feed thereon it doth not grow Barren of â—ruit for tho we cul apace Others supply straitway their vacant place And should we off the Fruit we see now pull Next moment renders it again as full We need not fear but hâ—re is choyce enough For every Prince hath here his several bough Yon' fair spread arm whose fruit so rarely dy'd Spec't like the Peacock's tail yields food for Pride Yon Snake-betwisted bow Toâ—d-specled fruit Doth best the slaverâ—ng Chaps of Envy sute Yon' sire-coloured â—ome loves mighty 〈◊〉 Lust thinks that jeâ—â—y Apple better worth Yon' mighty Limb which bâ—â—reth Apples thrice As big as all the 〈◊〉 Loves Avâ—â—ice Yon' juicy Fruit which liquor doth express Thorow the skin loves beastly Drunkennesse And those two thick fruit-pressed limbs close by Belongs to wantonnesse and gluttony On that feeds sloth and that arm which you there Behold doth serve the Table of despair Yon' strange-shap'd Fruit which on that bow you â—ee Is suck'd upon by foul-mouth'd Perjury It 's endlesse to name all Rare Fruit beside All these we have upon the other side Step hither look hereâ—s gallant Fruit indeed Here 't is and if you please that you shall feed These are the Fruits will ope your dimmer eyes Will make you subtle and exceeding wise These these will shew the vertue of this Tree And I will tell you what those Apples be Seest that fair onewith Crimson-circleâ—deâ—kt And here and there with Characters â—espeâ—'t Should'st thou eat that as good a liâ—guist strait Should be as he that seâ—en years had â—â—t Poring on books enduring cold
troop of Faâ—â—ies come Which round him dance triumphingly while some Anoint his eyes with Poppy-Juice and other With Soperiferous fumes his nosethrills smother And out of Bottles some pour down his throat Somniferous liquor from black Lâ—thâ— brought Long mayst thou sleep Long mayst thou sleep they cry And never wake out of this Lethargy But now the Time is come that all these Charmes Must be dissolv'd rap'd out of Sathans armes His Soul must be A mighty clap of Thunder As if the Heav'n's and Earth were rent assunder He hears affrighted up he heaves his head And as if newly risen from the dead He looks about rubbing his scarce-op'd eyes When in a flash of light'ning from the skies An Angel with an angry Countenance Descends his hasty steps he doth advance Unto this supine Soul one hand a goad Held in the other a sharp-scourging Rod. With a loud voyce I CONSCIENCE am cries he Who must awake thee from this Lethargy The pointed Goad into his flesh he â—lirks Whilst with the other hand he soundly jerks His naked Breast This sleepy Soul at first Scarce feels the stripes he then doth farther thrust The pricking Acus of his tort'ring Goad And with his Scourge lays on a heavier load Till that the blood from 's flesh begins to spin And still the Angel cries awake from sin Throughly awak'd he now begins to feel The tort'ring anguish of the pricking Steel He now cryes out What shall I do Oh! I Cann't bear this pain and up he starts to flye But round about a Mist as dark as Night Fills all the place only a little Light About the Angel shines by which he sees His sad condition and his miseries But up he starts and in the dark doth run Here up and down but yet he cannot shun The Angels strokes who where some e'r he goes Renews his torments with reitterate blows And now all 's former sins take shapes and do Where e'r he goes appear unto his view Against his face they flye Tormented he Cryes LORD from this sad HEL deliver me Whilst thus tormented up and down he flyes At length a little shining Light he spies On his right hand to that he runs and there He finds a passage from this Valley where When he had enter'd by that Light he saw His former sins ty'd on both sides the way In black and ugly shapes he loathes them now And fain would shun their sight could he tell how Amaz'd he stands What did by bosom dain Cryes he such ugly shapes to entertain Where were my eyes that their deformity And blacker shapes I could no sooner see O wretch that I did ever these commit Hel's sharpest torments I deserve for it O I am in the Wrath of God! my eyes Pour forth your teares How didst Apostarize My Soul In this deplorable estateâ— Expect no Mercy but Gods deepest Hate Oh with what anger the severer Judge Beholds me now I cannot go nor budge Where shall I flye O! which way shall I run Or where can I God's sharper Justice shun I won't go back Nor can I further go And in this place I am as loath to stay Drove to these straits what shall I do too weak Frail flesh and blood and frequent sins bespeak Me to perform those things the Law requiâ—es O sad condition O tormenting fires Of Wrath O which way which way shall I turn Hel's scorching flames within my bosom burn He thus perplext a little farther goes When that a Silver torrent doth oppose His hasty steps No other way there was If he 'l proceed but th'row those streams to passe Must I no farther go cryes he Constrain Me not O Bâ—ook for to return again No rather here I 'le dye upon the brink Thereof the lets his feeble body sink Here shall my brinish tears encrease your tide And shall as fast as your dull waters glide My eyes shall be your springs you need not fear A want of waters whilst that I am here If cold your streams with frosty fetters chain My warmer sighs them soon shall melt again Eyes ope your sluces Cataracts of Tears Fall down preserv'd you have these many years Your sullen waters 'gainst this time of need For to bewail my sad estate O speed Into this gentle River furrows make Upon my cheeks where you your Currents take Ah! Sins 't is ye that cause these Tears to flow Ye only are the cause of all my wo. 'T is ye who brought me to this sad estate I now repent me tho I fear too late My blubber'd eyes now turn from you I will I hate you all and flye you Eyes your fill Now take of Teares encrease this River so That 's streams may bigger than his Channel grow Whilst he for 's former sins a Ransom payes In Pearly Tears and'spanting Heart doth raise Within his Breast a tempest with his sighs A Man he in the gliding River ' spies When to the Wast the greedy waters had Devour'd his upper part was meanly clad With a rough jacket made of Camels hair Which with a leathern Zone upon his bare And tender skin was girt By this he knew 'T was Iohn the Baptist the Brook Iordan too Whilst with his vest the sporting waters play'd Two Crimson leaves disclosing thus he said Art thou a Pilgrim to the holy Land In which the New Ierusalem doth stand This then 's the Way no other way there is But th'row this River to Eternal Blisse Here in these waters must thou oftentimes Thy Body lave from all thy former crimes Here wash thy Soul from all the stains of sin If thou intendest Heav'n's high Race to win This Baptism by me thou first must prove E'r thou attainest that of Fire and Love This doth prepare thee for the other this Will cool that Fire which now raging is Within thy Bosom for thy former sin Here thou 'lt â—ind Peace and Rest Step quickly in His lips scarce clos'd were when the penitent Leap'd in and gladly to the Baptist went Who there immerg'd him in the Christal Tide A many times when on the other side Which melting Chrystal in round bulla's fall From 's hair and garments placing him he all Alone there leaves him But within his mind He far lesse trouble and more ease doth find As if disloaded from a heavy weight Of gives and fetters which he bore of late He feels himself and like a Porter now Discharg'd of what his back did underbow Himself doth stretch for ease But by and by A winged Post down from the Skie doth flye In 's Hand a sealed Parchment this he doth To him present th' outside a while he view'th But opening it these words he written finds We whose right Hand at pleasure all things binds And loses both in Heav'n and Earth Great King Of all the Worlds who unto Hell can fling All Mortals and thence raise again We do For our Son's sake who fupplicates for you Remit and Pardon all those
THis said he gave a Hand of blushing snow Into the Pilgrim's hand in hand they go Inâ—o a Labyrinth of rapting sweets Where Joy in an Ecstatic Rapture greets His welcom'd Soul where his amazed eyes Saluted are with such vatieties Of all delighâ—ful Objects that he knows Not how for to Contemplate all he throws His Orbs upon So pleasing was that Book That on which side he knew not first to look Witâ— cursory eyes at first them all he view'd And then his sight a second time renew'd The ayr was there serene no clouds did dare Upon his Caerule Marble Front appear Ten thoâ—sand smiles lay wrapped in that blew Which heats nor colds nor such strange changes knew One Temp ' rament the which no storms assail Nor winds disturb a cool Zephâ—rian gale Only salutes was in that place a still Crystalline Dew such as from Hermon Hill Descends fell on the Herbs and Trees that there â—n green silver and golden Robes appear Such silver clouds as made a Chariot For Iesus when he from Mount Olivet Flew to the Habitation of his Father â—id here and there with lustrous splendor gather Their Cynthean beams dispersing up and down â—n Circles brighter than Ariadn's Crown Th' Aeternal Heaven's glorious beamings shon Upon that Orb an everlasting Sun To it they were which never ' rose nor set Nor changes here of Night and Day permit 'T was alwayes Day 't was alwayes Noon it was There alwayes Sun shine in that springing place All the Idea's of what we behold Upon this Orb shon there in purest gold In greater claritude and brightness far Than the Night's Goddess or the evening Star O the sweet Joyes our Pilgrim's swelling Heart Ready to burst did to his eyes impart The Lively Rayes that darted were from them Told that his Soul now bath'd In Joye's sweet Stream A verdant Meadow first did chear his eyes With several colour'd gay varieties Amongst the green were sparsed here and there Gold-tincted Flowers Purple silver'd fair Blew Yellow Orange Lilied white and red With thousand Colours else the Earth be spread So rare a shew they made so great delight They gave that our Pilgrim ravish'd quite Alass our Rose though here she seem a Queen To Death her self would blush had she but seen How far the meanest Dasie here surpast And how her best blush by it was disgrac't Had but our Lilly been compar'd to those Which there grew she for shame her maiden snows In melting tears would on the Earth have shed And sorrowful hung down her shamed Head Alass brisk Pink or sel or Blush compare But to the meanest of the flowers there Thou would'st be forc'd to yield the Palm to them And seem as do to thee base Dasies seem Our sprightly Green-grass green compar'd unto That Grasse's lustre bears a yellow Hew And as much difference or more is seen Than is 'twixt Autumn's yellow and Springs green The Gold-strip'd Tulips which do court our eyes In the first Spring with rare varieties Are bâ—t the shadows of those flowers which Grace The Grass-green foot-stool of that happy place The Angel pressing hard the Pilgrim's Hand Se'st thou sai'd He how stil these flnowers do stand With what varieties they are indu'd How Beauty by each other is renew'd How comely all in order plac'd do prayse Their great Creator with their unheard Layes Just so the Saints do dwel in this blest Sphear In such varieties and Love appear No dissonant murmurs from their mouthes proceed Nor doth their difference a difference breed For where would all their Beauties be if they Should not in various works themselves display All several beauties have and yet they be Though several Beauties One in Harmony But th'rough that place where Heav'nly Flora had The Earth Caelestial with her beauties clad Where so many thousand painted Stars were seen For ever fixed in a sky of Green Run a soft River of dissolyed Pearl Whose waves did into Crystal Ringlets ' twerle Without the help of blasts for none came there But what from Angels mouthes emitted were The Fount from whence this Crystal River came The Throne of God is and the spotlesse Lamb From thence those streams which doth this River feed As clear as Crystal soft as Wool proceed From th' upper Region unto this they flow Uniting Heav'n above to Heav'n below Down Crystal Rocks the Crystal Waters glide And pearly streams o're pearly Pibbles slide Creating by their fals so pleasing noyses That they for Bases serve to Angels voyces On each side of the green-fring'd banks there grows The candid Lily and the blushing Rose Fairer than e'r the Earthly Valley bore Pestum nor Sharon e'r such sweets once wore The bleeding Hyacinths and fond Narcisses Hung o're the bank whose Heads the water kisses Leaving her Pearls for to renew their youth The precious Tokens of her moister Mouth Chaplets of Violets crown'd the River's brink Whose â—â—emblâ—ng blew heads of the Waters drink And for each sip their purple mouthes receive Thâ—y in â—eqâ—ital their perfumes to give Into the Câ—ystal stâ—eam the Angel goes And liquid Pâ—aâ—ls upon our Pilgâ—im throws In Liâ—es blest Waters in this Living stream Where 〈◊〉 on Waves ride he baptized him Where 〈◊〉 kisses toâ—ch'd his skin thus he Knew what with Waâ—er 't was baptiz'd to be His Ruby Lips drenâ—h'd in the Câ—ystal waves The blessed Water he with joy â—eceives He 〈◊〉 drinks and now he 'l thirst no more After Earth's Riches or her golden O're Her honours pleasures Gold nor Silver nor A thousâ—nd Eaâ—thly Diadems compare May with the least drop of this blessed stream No they are dung to it they Gold to them When out he came those Living Waves had thrown He saw his youth and purile dayes again Upon his back his harder skin grew 〈◊〉 And his dimn'd â—yes obstructing scales had dof't His feebled joynts and leather nerves grew strong He went in old but now he comes out young He needs no Physic this hâ—d all made good Hâ—s Health restor'd as well as youth renewâ—d Such vâ—rtue has this stream which when he knew His head he humbly did to Iesus bow His Lips in prayses blest his holy Name Who him had counted woâ—thy of the same But on each side the River smiling stood A Grove of Laâ—â—els and of tâ—ller Wood Whose blâ—ssed branches seem'd their heads to shake Uâ—to the 〈◊〉 tones the waters make All Tâ—ees that we upon our Earth can spy Grew there in their essential purity The best of ours to the worst of them Would as the Hawthern to the Cherry seem Or as the Bramble to the precious 〈◊〉 Or as terrestrial Trees to Trees divâ—ne No evil Tree nor quality was there Divine and yet sâ—bstantial they were When near our Pilgrim came he cast his eyes Upon these flourishing Trees of Pâ—radâ—se An Emrauld green upon their Leaves did dwell Which never from their happy Branches fell Some edg'd with silver some were strip'd with Gold And Pearls instead of berries Bays