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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

troop of Fa●●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 L●th● 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 ●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 estate● 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 requi●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 B●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 ●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

seems you w'ont But hear me if you please I le but propound a question unto you Why may not you have these and Heav'n too You are a Saint what then Is God unjust Then wicked men alone Earth's Riches must Enjoy Shall God open his Cabinet Of nature and his choisest Riches set Before the Wicked that Blaspheme his Name And only them At least the Saints the same Priviledge may enjoy Nature doth pout To hear you thus make her a prostitu●e● She that has made the Saints her only heires The wicked share not what they have's not theirs The Saints it is They rob the Saints I moan To see your folly Cheated from your own Nay worse To think them hurtful ills and make That bad which God made good and for your sake Would God o●'s Handmaid Nature such bright gemms Created have● and with so glorious beams Of Light and Beauty giv'n them for to be Temptations to his Saints Heav'ns Progeny Or rather was it not ●to ty●ifie By these the lustre they shall bear on high The end of their Creation then for them 's They then despise God's Gifts who do his Gemms Is th' intellect of Man by which a Man We only from the Bruits distinguish can A wicked thing if wicked I have done And those that think so surely they have none If good then good it must produce this Lace● Of Gold this Gown these hoods this brodered case It did find out the Honours Arts and what You see at first invented was by that And more it daily doth invent If these From good proceed why they the Saints displease Why rather did not God make Man a Beast When by his understanding he 's opprest And why doth it still use invention If 't only be for his destruction Review these glitterin● things what harm doth there That you despise them thus in them appear They 'r neither Wolves nor Bears nor will they bite That you stand's if you scar'd were a● their sight Here take your choyce chuse what you will you may Take Gemms take ●ewels then keep on your Way These are not heavy put them on and see How like an Angel then a Saint will be Bright Alethia all this while stood by Her Beauties hiding from the Pilgrim's eye But now displaying of her splendid beams● Vail'd all the brightnesse of the Mount and Gemms Like 〈◊〉 T●ta● stepping from a cloud Wherein he did but now his Beauties shroud Her beams bi fac'd D●ceit de●ect and shew'd Her double-tongue from whence s● ' her venom spew'd But to our Pilgrim from her sacred tongue Where Hibla dwel't these admonitions sprung Seest thou this Hag this Pharmacentria Who with her charmes seeks to oppose thy way To Blisse and to felicity indeed Throughout the World her crafty Magic 's spread And dress'd like me the Worlds vast stage she walks Feigning my voyce and gestures when she talks By her I oft have been abus'd and she By simple hearts admitted is for me An innocent Lamb they judge her by her skin But she a ravening Wolf is found within My words she with her lyes doth mix that so Blended none may th' one from the other know This is the Hag that would your Journey let By this vain mount o● Dust which here is set● And what 's the World its Riches Honours Pleasures● Compar'd to one grain of Heav'n's better Treasures There 's no comparison that 's fit enough The one AEternal th'o●her mortal stuff No joyes no pleasures but they mixed are A grain of them an ounce of Grief and Care And as for Riches vainer than the rest They be by them your trouble is increast Honours and Pleasures Riches in excesse Had you Death spoileth all your happinesse They are fine things indeed for groveling Souls Who dare not rear their Thoughts above the Poles But those that once a tast of Heav'n have had Thinks these things vain and their desires mad This World and what it doth afford esteem The Packthread to bind up the purchas'd Gemm They Heav'n seek first and then the World is given But Crab-like Men Earth first then seek for Heav'n Defie Deccit then let her Hag-ship know Thou scornest all her Treasures here below And that thou bearest such a noble mind To ' count them chaff that flyes before the Wind And at thy feet Earth's honour'd Crowns to spread Whilst to the Heav'n's thou rear'st thy lofty head Heav'n's Road's first pav'd with Pain at last with Blisse Hel's last with Pain at first with Pleasures is Ah! sly Dece●t that Heav'n and Earth would joyn When they were sever'd by a Hand divine For who has Earth must Heav'n forego and who Heav'n will enjoy Earth must not cover too Can he be worthy of Heav'ns happinesse That will not Earth leave that he may 't possesse Nor is All-mighty God unjust in that Earth's drosse he to the Saints prohibits What● Doth he not know what 's best He gives this Law Because he knows how apt the World 's to draw Their minds from their Great God Nor does the stain In Nature's Beauties nor in Earth remain But in Man 's own depraved mind 't is he That turns what 's pure into impurity Man's Intellect not evil is 't is true God did it Good create but yet there 's few But do abuse his Gifts for whilst that they Such uselesse things invent they should display Their understandings in the highest Sphear Far from the reach of Earth Behold they there Should the bright Eye of his Divinity And would they fall from that Sublimity Nature his Book they should have read abound His mighty Wonders there they would have found But 〈◊〉 spreading his most subtle traines With subtilty and Craft hath fill'd the braines Of Man so that his Wit is bu●ied still In leaving Good to find out Toyes and Ill. Therefore the Saints may well displeased be With what ● ' invents for uselesse vanity Beastly Deceit though Man's Invention Prove oft-times means to his Destruction The Fault 's not God's but wicked thine the Devil And 's self God made it very Good you evil And he must it reduce again e'r he Enjoy can the bright Crowns of Purity Nor are Saints cheated from their own what can In all the Earth be rightly claim'd by Man Is not it all the Lords may not he then As it shall please him give it unto Men Do wicked men possesse the Earth their gain Of that at last shall but augment their pain What if it be the Saints by right shall they If God requires to leave it not obey He doth and knoweth what he does they must Forsake that drosse and unto Heav'n thrust All must be left for Heav'n Hearts must be loo●'d From Earth therefore Deceit has you abus'd To make you think it is your right to wear Earth's Beauties on your back or to appear So glorious Thou wouldst appear to me More Luci●er than Angel for to be How prodigal Deceit

Mundos OAvarice for Gold and Silver 's prize The golden Truth thou ' ast turn'd to drossy Lyes Best things corrupted prove the worst of all By Rome's false Limbo doth true LIMBO fall The Christian Churches first blest Founders sure Their Streams delated from the Fountain pure Heav'n put that breath into their mouths which they Inspired thus to others did conveigh The holy Ghost upon them breath'd nor was Their Words corrupted by an humane glosse Then flourish'd Truth and all our Hyerarchie Rejoy●'d so pure a Church on Earth to see No pitchy clouds of error then did presse 'Twixt their eyes and the Sun of Righteousnesse The Truth shon then as clear as doth the Sun Mounted in 's golden Chariot at noon Christs Church sees clearly still where e'r it be Scatter'd through others and the Head is he But envious Sathan when he saw Truth so Extreamly spread and o're the World to grow He sew'd his Tares of Errors and did blind With clouds of darknesse Man's true eye the Mind These faster than the true Wheat grew this crop Of evil weeds did soon the Wheat o're-top Darknesse grew on apace anon the Day Could not its Light but here and there display Th'rough the small cranies of dark clouds then 't was Pride and Ambition in Rome's Church took place Then crept in all those Ceremonies then The Truth gave place unto the wiles of Men. Then Avarice with her hook'd Talons made Such Laws which turn'd Religion to a Trade And for the Love of Money did disguise Fair Truth and cloath'd her with a pack of Lies Something of precious Truth something of Day Under disguise under the clouds there lay Your Silver ISIS about Chelsy's not The same as where his bubling springs do put First forth their Crystal Heads near Thorlton for Churne's wondrushe's and Cherwell's waters there And Tame's Coln's Brents with his clear streams do run So on the other side he entertain Doth Ock Lad K●nn●t Surrie's Rivers too Whose severe Waters with his mingle do Yet with these may at Ch●lsy run the same Pure waters which from his clear sp●ing-head came So pure Religion's streams by this time had With many of Hel's Stygian stream lets spread Which were polluted with their Waters yet Amongst them Truth 's pure Crystal streams did ●●i● But so bemudded that they scarce were seen But by those clear eyes who did dive for them The snowy flow'r is mixed with the Bran The chaff with Wheat one sift the other fa● We must not ●●ing them both away and make Th' ●ne uselesse for us for the other's sako We must beware when that the Tares we cull Lest we with them the wheat up also pull Fifteen Cent'ries and two decades of years After Christ's death from Isleben appears A Light by which Rome's muddy streams were seen By which the Truth men strove to c●ll between Error 's black clouds But Zeal them so possest They her rejected 'cause by Rome's hands drest So fearful were they of a Romish dresse That Truth they ' ad rather leave than her possesse In that false Habit many Truth 's despis'd Were thus because by Rome they were disguis'd Among the rest and not the least this place This Region which thou now behold'st one was And 'cause Rome's fopperies had obscur'd the Light Of it forsooth they it discarded quite And by the ears it from existence whorry For fear of entertaining Purgatory The Truth of it now testifie thou mayst To others now thy self thou seen it hast It is not such thou seest as Rome doth fain For th' all-corrupting Gold and Silver 's gain This is the middle Region and doth hide It self between four Worlds on every side They bound this place Would'st thou know who those be Who yonder up and down you wandering see They are departed Souls who had begun The holy Race to Sion's Hill to run Who had Hel's broad Rode left and who in this Heav'ns Path some progress made had towards Blisse But e'r their Natures purified were E'r they attain'd had to that happy Sphear Which unto Paradise immediate leads Pa●ca assunder cut their vital thread Their parted souls then to this Region flew Where they must perfect what they had to do VVhere they 'till purified must remain E'r they to Paradise admittance gain Th'rough Hel's deep Centre must the Soul first pass And th'rough a Sea of Fire to that of Glass Th'rough the first Principle as thou anon Shalt see Now if the Soul 's not cloath'd upon With Christ's sanguinous Robe the second and Most holy Principle she cannot stand But there is captivate or beaten back Unto the Crosse t' endure the holy Rack By putting off the first that so she may With th' second Principle her self array Then may the passe and not before Those who In flesh this holy Robe do not indue But dying hold by Faith 's strong clue are brought Hither to finish what remains unwrought The Way to Heav'n is not so easie as By poor beguiled Man imagin'd was Straight is that Ga●e and narrow is that Way Which Mortals doth conduct to perfect Day He that to presse th'row this straight Gate would se●k Must fling the World and flesh from off his neck They cannot enter Heav'n with him nor can Some Notions prove a Saviour unto Man The Work must somewhere finish'd be if on The Earth to Heav'n they go if not 'till done It fully be they here remain But those Wend straight to Hell who Hel's high-way had chose Man calls God merciful yet makes the same God the third part of all mankind to damn Hard-hearted Man dost thou not know there is An armed Cherub 'fore the Gate of Blisse Dost thou not know that Paradise is kept By Armes unwearied Eyes that never slept By a bright flaming Fauchon which enough Of terrour strikes to keep the wicked off Or tell me Man hast thou yet never heard That Imperfection cannot passe this Guard Nor flesh nor blood can enter Heav'n nor can Ever come there the least imperfect man No Imperfections enter Paradise If Man 's not perfect then before he dyes A some by no means grant where shall he then Be perfect made but in this Region 'T is true degrees ●ere in perfection are None throughly perfect still he comes where Mortality of immortality Is swal ow'd up where he beholds the Eye And Face of God without a Screen to this None can attain whilst in the flesh he is How few are there that to a perfect State Arrive before Death Life doth terminate To such a State I mean in which they may To Paradise go and make here no stay When their Souls fly their Bodies Souls must clear Be purg'd on Earth from what they drunk in there It is not Notions that the Work must do It must be real and done throughly too This Work not in t●e Head but Heart doth lye That 's most regarded by th' all-seeing Eye If they with Christ are truly risen