with infinite carrieer Still further everlastingly doth ride Being loose at God himselfe in whom Immensity affords her boundlesse room 360. Now Psyche thou mayst eas'ly judge how dear Was this Seraphick Woman to thy Lord. She had one onely Brother who for her Sake and his own was to his Love preferr'd He falling sick she sent the News unto Her Master waiting what hee pleas'd to doe 361. He who had never yet his help delay'd When loving Mary did his Mercy woe Till Phebus twise the World had compass'd stay d He stay'd indeed but 't was that hee might goe With advantageous Glory and his stay Might prove but ripened Love and not Delay 362. Mean while his Sicknesse so prevail'd upon Good Lazarus that his Soule it chased out Jesus whose eyes through all things cleerly ran Beheld it as it went and saw it brought On Angells Wings into the blessed Nest Of naked Peace and Quiet Abraham's breast 363. Where when it was reposed Lazarus Our Friend is fallen fast asleep said He But I intend to wake Him Come let Us Delay no longer but to Bethany And Lord what needs it his Disciples cri'd If Lazarus sleep what harm can Him betide 364. 'T is true their Lord repli'd for now he lies Safe in the bosome of Serenity Yet what his Rest is little you surmise Not knowing that in Death true sleep can be Alas all other Rest compar'd with this Scarcely the shaddow of true Quiet is 365. Death is that onely sleep which puts an end Unto this weary Worlds tempestuous Cares And pious Soules unto that Shore doth send Which knows no Dangers Labours Griefs or Fears Our friend is dead and glad I am that I Was not at Bethany when He did die 366. Glad for your sakes whose faith now dead shall by His Death revive This said He forward went And they with Him But e'r at Bethany He did arrive two other dayes were spent He could have taken coach upon the back Of any Winde but now chose to be slack 367. First busie Martha met Him as He drew Neer to the Town for when hee coming was The fame of his Approach before Him flew Which her sollicitous ears soon caught and as She threw her selfe upon her knees she cried Had'st thou been here my Brother had not died 368. Dear Lord of Life if thou had'st but been here Death would have his due distance kept if not For love of Thee or Us at least for fear Of his own life And yet thy Power is but Deferred not precluded God will still Each syllable of thy Requests fulfill 369. Nor weep nor doubt dear Martha Jesus cried Thy Brother shall again to life return I doubt it not sweet Master she replied But in the universall worlds new morn When all Things spring into fresh life that He Shall with his Body reinvested be 370. I am said He the Resurrection and The life Whoever doth beleeve in Me Although he be a Pris'ner in the land Of Death shall unto life released be Nay he shall never taste of Death who is Living by Faith in Me Beleev'st thou this 371. Heer dazeled by his high Discourse Great Lord She cri'd my Faith doth take Thee for no lesse Then Gods Almighty Son who by his Word Wert promised this cursed World to bless This said three times she kiss'd the ground and home Made hast to bid her pensive Sister come 372. As when the powerfull Loadstone's placed neer Th' inamored Iron leaps its love to kisse So Mary when she heard how Christ was there Speeded to meet her dearest Hapiness And falling at her highest Throne His Feet Martha's Complaint She did again repeat 373. Short were her Words but copious were her Tears Love-ravish'd Pleaders strongest Eloquence For in her Eyes those fertile springs she bears Which by their ever-ready Influence Confirm Her Queen of Weepers Ne'r was seen A more bedewed Thing then Magdalene 374. For Love though valiant as the Lyons Heart Is yet as soft as the milde Turtles Soule And mourns as much knowing no other Art By which to slake the mighty Flames which roule About her Bosome and would burn her up Did not her streams of Tears that Torrent stop 375. If when the Clouds lament the hardest stone Under their frequent Tears relenteth How Will Maries thicker Showers prevail upon The Heart of Jesus which did never know What Hardnesse ment He straitway melts and by His Groanes does his Compassion testifie 376. Then turning to the Grave he broach'd his Eyes And vi'd with Maries streams whither it were In Pitty of Mans fatall Miseries Who did his own Destruction prepare For neither Gods nor Natures Hand but he Digg'd his own Grave by his Impietie 377. Or in deep greif his dearest Freinds to see Of his Omnipotence distrustfull still Or in soft Sympathie with those whom He Of Tears and Lamentations saw so full What e'r the reason were He showred down Those streams for Mans sake and not for his own 378. O Tears you now are Perls indeed since He Who is the Gem of Heav'n hath brought you Forth Now you may worthy of Gods Bottles be Who from Gods radiant Eyes derive your Worth All holy Drops which are of kin to you By that Affinitie must glorious grow 379. Let flintie Bosomes build their foolish Pride On their own Hardnesse and the Weeping Eye As an effeminate childish Thing deride And inconsistent with the Braverie Of Masculine Spirits Yet truely-noble Hearts With Jesus will not scorn to Weep their parts 380. But He now from the Tombe commands the stone To be remov'd which sealed Lazarus up Alas an harder Marble lay upon Poor Martha's Heart which Faiths access did stop Corrupted was her Minde which made Her think And talk so much of Foure Days and the Stink 381. What are Foure Dayes that their poor intervention Should able be to raise a scruple here And intercept his soveraign Intention To whom Eternitie doth bow A Year An Age a World is no stop unto Him Upon whose Will depends the life of Time 382. Stinks and Corruptions no Retardments are To his productive Power who doth derive Through Putrifactions Pipes and there prepare The life which to all Creatures he doth give For by his Law which knows no violation Corruption Mother is to Generation 383. The Stone removed and the Cave laid ope Jesus the mighty King of Life and Death With awfull Majesty his hand lift up And then his Voice forming his royall breath Into these high imperious Words which Earth And Heav'n obeyed Lazarus come forth 384. A mighty Voice indeed which reach'd the Breast Of Abraham where the Soule in quiet lay But at these potent Summons made all haste Back to its own The Patriark they say Kiss'd the sweet Spirit and intreated it To bear that Token unto Jesu's feet 385. But when it came into the Cave it found What there the Thunder of this Voice had done Shatter'd and scatter d all about the ground Lay adamantine Chains which
no power alone to stand upright Stoop now you see your Saviour on his Knee Who doth sustaine your Being by his might Stoop now you see Him to his Servants bow And the Most-high submit himself 〈◊〉 72. To stand on foolish Terms of 〈◊〉 now Is but to found your glorie on your shame Is it not more illustrious to bow With Jesus then with Lucifer to aime Above your reach O why will Dust forget The place originally due to it 73. But what 's Gods bus'nes at his Servants feet Even to Wash and Wipe them 〈◊〉 O now Stoop lower still lower and lower yet For at the lowest you are not so 〈◊〉 As He the 〈◊〉 King who here Hath made himself a 〈◊〉 Minister 74. When Jesus by his Water ciensed had Hir Servants seet and by his Grace their 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 what Preparation must be made By all who ever mean to have their Parts In his pure 〈◊〉 down he sits again And them with 〈◊〉 doth entertain 75. The Ends of sumptuous Banquets use to be Crown'd with most soveraign Varieties Which may the Convives learned Luxurie With deep and new found Ravishment surprise And Jesus would not have this Supper want That costly Point of Princely Complement 76. Indeed the Supper which They now had eat Into the Belly its direct way took Where in the Kitchin of poor Mortall Meat It was committed unto Heat to Cook And Heats best skill could onely dresse it 〈◊〉 To feed the Body which contained it 77. But Christs 〈◊〉 Designe was now With such a royall Feast to blesse the Bord As might make Spirits fat and healthfull grow And thriving Nutriment to Soules afford Such Nutriment as might full power give Unto his Guests eternally to live 78. In his Almighty Hand he took the Bread And pour'd his plenall Blessing upon it Never on any but his own dear Head Such potent Benediction did sit Indeed it was that Blessings Echo and Bounded upon his Body in his Hand 79. For having broke that Bread He reached it To his Disciples saying Take and eat This is my Body broke for You and let My dear Remembrance live in this your Meat But Jesu's Feast must not be drie for Wine Equall to this high Dainties He doth joyne 80. He takes the Cup and Drink Yee all of this It is my Blood of the new Testument Says He which shed and freely given is To wash the Sins of all that will repent As often as you of this Chalice drink Of Me your liberall Redeemer think 81. Sweet Jesu ô how can thy World forget Their royall 〈◊〉 and his 〈◊〉 who Upon their Tables his own Self hath 〈◊〉 Who in their holy Cups fails not to flow And in their Dishes lie Did ever Friend So 〈◊〉 a Token of his Love 〈◊〉 82. Infallibly there dost Thou flow and lie Though Mortall Eyes discover no such thing Quick sighted Faith reads all the Mystery And humble pious Soules doth easily bring Into the Wonders 〈◊〉 and there Makes all the 〈◊〉 of this Truth 〈◊〉 83. She generously dares on God relie And trust his Word how strange soe'r it 〈◊〉 If Jesus once pronounces This is my Body and Blood Far far be it cries She That I should think my dying Lord would 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in his 〈◊〉 of Drink and 〈◊〉 84. His Word is most Omnipotent and He Can doe what e'r He says and more than I Can or would understand What is 't to me If He 〈◊〉 Humane Capacitie Surely it well becomes Him so to doe Nor were He God if He could not doe so 85. Let Him say what He will I must denie Him to be God or else Beleeve his Word Me it concerneth not to verifie What He proclaims I onely must afford Meek Credit and let Him alone to make Good whatsoever He is 〈◊〉 to speak 86. Grosse and unworthy Spirits sure They be Who of their Lord such mean Conceptions 〈◊〉 That parting from his dearest Consorts He No Token of his Love did leave with Them But simple Bread and Wine a likely thing And well-becoming Heav'ns magnificent King 87. A likely Thing that when the susty blood Of Bulls and Goars cannot wash Sin away The Blood of Grapes should with a stronger Flood 〈◊〉 over whelm and drown the Worlds 〈◊〉 O no such Virtue in no Blood can dwell But that which through the Veins of God did thrill 88. Ask me not then How can the thing be done 〈◊〉 power of Sense or Reason can 〈◊〉 it 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 are what Demonstration 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as this My God 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 if you once can prove that He can lie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 too I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 89. What thank is it that you can credit that Which your own sense and Reasons eye reads plain Heavn's much to them beholden who will not Beleeve it higher is than they can strein Who jealous are of God and will not be Induce'd to trust him further than they see 90. And yet had you these modest eyes of mine You in this gloomie Cloud would see the Sun That Sun who wisely doth disdain to shine On Those who with bold Prying presse upon His secret Majestie which plainly I Because I make no anxious search descrie 91. This is the valorous Resolution Of Gallant Faith and this will serve to be The blessed Rule by which all those will run Who are the Scholars of Humilitie Yet I must tell thee Psyche itching Pride Will not hereafter thus be satisfied 92. A thousand waspish Syllogismes will Be buzzing from the Mouthes of those who build Their ground works of Religion on the skill Which they for granted take their brains has fild Till Quaeries Doubts Distinctions Niceties First grow to Schismes and then to Heresies 93. Needs will they prie into the Manner how This mystick Miracle to passe was brought And madly being not content to know What Christ thought fit to teach them study out They know not what and make this banquet prove A Sacrament of war and not of love 94. Some peep too neer and spie what is not there Some carelesly take what is there away Some will confesse no Miracle for fear That should prove Consequential which they Would not have so and that themselves should be Forc'd to acknowledge more than they can see 95. Some sift Existence Substance Accidents And make the Laws of Aristotle be The Umpiers in Religion Thus the Rents Which Art strives to sew up in Pietie By that unworthy clownish Needle are Onely made wider than before they were 96. O happy world if all would once agree In that which Jesus hath so plainly taught If those short Words might but sincerely be Imbraced and no more in question brought If for the Manner they would trust their Lord And for the Substance take Him at his Word 97. For Heav'n its faithfull wheel shall sooner turn And backward hale the Sun into the East The Northern Polar Bear shall sooner burn And Siriu's mouth be sealed up with Frost The Earth into the
entertain'd to day Where as he brake the Bread in peeces he Tore from their clouded eyes the veil away And with like favour now he hastes to cheer His sad and thoughtfull Friends assembled here 184. This very Ev'n the Doors being made as fast As locks and barrs and fear could make them be He whose pure Body through his Tombe had pass'd Enter'd the House with like facility They slander'd were abroad for stealing Him But now he seem'd to steal at home on Them 185. Yet as excessive unexpected Blisse Doth swallow up Beliefe in Ravishment So the Disciples all amaz'd at this Strange Apparition mutualy bent Then frighted eyes and held their hands on high Confounded in a silent ecstasie 186. But he the King of Comfort op'd his sweet And gratious Lips and Peace be to you said Though I in love prevent my Promise yet You have no reason Friends to be afraid Loe It is I your Lord observe these wide Tokens both in my Hands and in my Side 187. Imagin not that you some Spirit see These Mouthes proclaim as much as I profess You know a Spirit cannot wounded be Nor wear such Marks of humane Passivenesse Come handle Me and be assured well If not of what you see of what you feel 188. This sweet Assurance was so full and cleer That it exceeded their Capacity Who by its Torrent over-whelmed were And thrown into admiring Joies soft Sea Thus those who gaze on Phoebus cannot see Him for his too much visibility 189. So strange a Thing is Joy if unawares It be surprised by Fruition that In fond amblguous Jealousie it barrs Out what it does possesse and aiming at Some proofs of what is absolutely clear Transfigureth it self from Joy to Fear 190. But Jesus their amazement to allay Grows more familiar and calls for Meat A Fish and Honey-combe before him they Present and friendly he vouchsafes to eat Though Paradise its Sweets for him prepar'd He this plain Diet with his Friends preferr'd 191. Then in kinde Anger he to Chiding fell That they so long their Faith suspended though He of his Resurrections Miracle Had by eye-witnesse sent them Proof enough He Chode but with such sweet and dainty Art That every Wound he made was with Loves Dart. 192. This done his Peace to them again he gave That Peace he purehas'd when he trampled down Hell into Hell and Death into the Grave When he appeas'd his mighty Fathers Frown When Heav'n and Earth at enmity before To blessed Amitie he did restore 193. Then breathing on them with that noble Breath Which first inspir'd Life into Humane Heart The dearest Gift said he that ever hath To Man been given I to you impart It is the holy Spirit of Heav'n which now With blessed heat shall in your Bosomes glow 194. Hencesorth whose Sins soever you remit By this great Patent I my Selfe Forgive And whom you Binde to the infernal Pit Shall from your Sentence purchase no Reprieve As Me my Father sent so send I you To by my potent Deputies below 195. This said into Invisibility Himselfe he shut and so from them withdrew When They who now no longer him could see On Joies and Loves and Faiths Wings after flew Pouring ten thousand Blessings on his Name Who with such Solace to their Sorrows came 196. But Thomas who this while had absent been Returning now They met him at the Door Shouting and telling him what they had seen Each Circumstance they shew'd him o'r and o'r Their Lords great Promises they did repeat And how he shew'd his Wounds and how he eat 197. Thomas amaz'd at their Relation stood Silent a while uncertain what to say Or how he should repulse that swelling Flood Of most unanimous Confidence which they Stream'd forth upon his Incredulity At last he stamp'd and cri'd It cannot be 198. I grant that Fancy may doe much and you Perhaps imagin all is true you say But there 's no reason my Belief should bow To your Imaginations You may By probabilities perswade Me far But no such thing can I discover here 199. I am not so much wiser now at night Than I was in the Morn as to admit What then to your own indgement seem'd so 〈◊〉 That you as well as I rejected it Why must it real prove in you which We In Magdalene so fantastick took to be 200. When with these Eyes those Wounds I have descri'd And put my 〈◊〉 where the 〈◊〉 we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 When I have thrust my Hand into his 〈◊〉 And felt that no Imposture there does grow I of your minde may be But mean time give Me leave not at a venture to Beleeve 201. Thus Heav'n in Wisdome and in Love thought fit To let thick Clouds of Doubt objected be Before the Resurrections Truth that it Might fairer break from that Obscurity And pierce all faithlesse Hearts obdurate Stone As it the Marble of the Tembe had done 202. Resolv'd in this imprudent Prudence he Eight Dayes continued when their Lord again The doors being bolted close as formerly To his Disciples did his Presence deign Whose sprightfull Comming though it startled them Lesse strange and doubtfull than at first did seem 203. But Thomas unto whom the Sight was new Afflicted stood with quaking Joy and Fear His Masters blessed Looks he plainly knew And yet his Fancies something dubious were He blush'd and then grew pale and blush'd again And to crosse Passions gave at once the rein 204. When Jesus saw him tortur'd on this Rack With gratious gentlenesse Come neer he said And thine own Satisfaction freely take Loe here my Wounds before thine Eyes display'd Come pierce thou them again 't will be lesse grief Than to be wounded by thine Unbelief 205. This Condescent so conquer'd Thoma's heart That with compleat Assurance on his knees He falls and cries My God and Lord Thou art Not onely by these wide-mouth'd Witnesses I finde thee so to be but also by The heav'nly Sweetnesse of thy Lenity 206. I finde that thou eight dayes agoe wert here When foolish I so faithlesly was Wise Thou heardst how obstinately I did dare The pregnant Witnesse of my Fellows eyes Thou heardst what bold Conditions I set Before my Faith their Story would admit 207. O I beleeve dear Lord and ready am If need require such Wounds as those to bear In spreading forth the glories of thy Name To any Nations whether far or near Pardon my tardy Faith it doth suffice That I have felt those Tokens with mine eye 208. Jesus repli'd Thou build'st thy Faith upon Thine eyes and happy 't is that thou dost so But in how full a Stream shall Blessings run Into their soft and pliant Bosomes who Ne'r saw these deep-writ Characters and yet Unto the Credit of their Truth submit 209. Here Jesus stepp'd into his Secrisie And vanish'd from their wondering sight but yet He sundry times returned to their eye As his divinely-wisest selfe thought fit Famous his presence was on Tabor where He to
does answer it and now Becomes a Needle and its Eye can show 32. Then from his golden Locks that curled Grove Where thousand little Loves for ever play He pluck'd an Haire and this said He will prove Sufficient Thred to finish all thy gay Imbroyderie 't will stretch and alwaies be Longer and longer to Eternity 33. Heer take thy Tools and let th' Invention be Thine owne Conceit for who can better fitt The Emblematick gift of Chastitie Than thou the Mother both of Me and it She bowing low her thanks and Dutie throws Before his feet and to her work she goes 34. Millions of Graces tripped after hâ—r The fair attendants on her 〈◊〉 rain Unto that Tower of living Chrystall where Thy Vision lately Thee did entertaine That Miâ—â—ie Way which downe Heavn's Mountain flows Its beauteous smoothnes to her footsteps ows 35. Oft had she trac'd it for you see the Way Is broad and Heavn's faire amplitude doth suit Yet ne'r with cheerlier Count'nance than that Day 〈◊〉 the decotum she did well compute Rejoycing that this Virgin-work should be 〈◊〉 to the Mother of Virginity 36. The Castle Gares did in a smile stand ope To see their Queen and bid her wellcome in She looks about her in that curious shop Of Purities uncertain where to ' gin Nothing dislikes Her but she spends her care Among so many Bests which to preferre 37. The lofty Roofe of the illustrious Hall With Sighs and amorous Languishment was seel'd From whence upon the princely floor did fall Full many an hearty Teare which there did yeeld A 〈◊〉 Pavement which the cool Grounds Kisse Into chast firmitude did chrystalize 38. The Twilights teares 〈◊〉 in the Laps of flowers Reflected not so 〈◊〉 Heavn's rising Eye When Phebus let in the diurnall Howres And trimm'd his face upon the Morning skie As these reverberated that fair Look Which from the Virgins entring face they took 39. The Walls impeopled were with all the stories Of those whom Chastity had cloth'd in White From antient Abels most unspotted Glories Unto the latest Beames of Virgin-light That Abel who first to his 〈◊〉 tied Martyrdomes 〈◊〉 in whose Bed he died 40. But at the upper end a Table hung All of one sparkling Diamond faire and high Whose brighter lines can by no Angells tongue Be fully read It was the History Of Love himself crav'd by art so divine That every Word the Table did out shine 41. Long look'd shee on this pourtract and forgot By looking long almost for what shee came The Sight 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 her eys that shee had not Her wonted power to be Queen of them At 〈◊〉 shee calls them home and bids withall Her heart come back which out with them had stole 42. Then ô. cries shee that this unworthy Hand Could draw those lines of Blisse of Life of Love A thousand yeares I d be content to stand And practise heer so I at length might prove Artist enough to forme one Copy which With more than all Heav'n would the Earth inrich 43. But my Almighty Lord and Sonne who did React his stories on this diamond sceen By his owne finger can be copied Onely by it Though He would make a Queen Of worthlesse Me yet He was pleased still In his poor Handmaid some defect should dwell 44. This Word straight summoned into the Cheek Of all the Graces which about her prest An universall Blush to see how meek Their Empresse was And give us leave at least Say they to copy this Humility More due to Us than unto royall Thee 45. But turning to the next her studious eye And reading in that Table fairely drawn The sweet Exploits of her Virginitie She blushed more than they and of their owne Blush made them all asham'd to see how farr It was out-blushed and out-grain'd by her 46. What help cries she for He is Lord and King What help if he be pleas'd to have it so If He my Memorie next his owne will bring And print it in a Book of Diamond too 'T is not the picture of what I did merit But what his love hath made me to inherit 47. With that the Graces all upon their knecs In a conspiracy of reverend Love Assault her thus Seek no more stories these Of thine the best imbroyderie will prove Degrade not what thy Son preferres nor be Because he loves thee thine owne Enemie 48. Nay gentle Sisters sweetly she replies I love my selfe too well to be so proud Let other Hands applaud my Victories But to mine own it must not be allow'd Were that my Work this Needle at each letter Would prick my Heart because I was no better 49. Loe in that Rubie Table there I see A heav'nly Storie well the Man I know A pretious Friend both to my Lord and Me When We with Him were Sojourners below Pure was his Life pure was his Office too Cleansing the Way where Purenesse was to goe 50. Whil'st on the noble Baptist thus her Eye And Praises dwelt a Grace had fill d in haste Her lappe with Lilies and the mayden prize Into a Chair of Alablaster cast The gentle Virgin smil'd at first to see 't Then down she sate and made her Cushion sweet 51. Her diligent Maydens compasse Her about And with a Jewell each one ready stands To her pure Work she falls and as she wrought A sweet Creation followed her Hands Upon her Knee apace the Table grew And every Figure to the Texture flew 52. As active Fancy in a Midnights Dream With strange extemporall dexterity What Sceens what Throngs what Worlds she lists doth frame Making the most divided things agree And most united quarrell though one Cell Be all the room for this vast spectacle 53. So wrought the nimble Artist and admired Her selfe to see the Work go on so fast Sure the ambitious Historie desired To this its own new honour to make haste And purchase to its single Rubie Beams The various Lustres of ten thousand gems 54. The forward Figures crowded close for all Would needs come in and rather chose to be Justled and throng'd and nipp'd into a small Yet a well ordered Epitomie Than in that little Dwelling loose their seat Where sweet Contraction would make them more great 55. And now the Girdle proves a Multitude Of sundry things made friends and tied in one But eminent among the rest is shew'd The lovely Master of the businesse John One-different John who as the Work doth rise Lives preaches washes suffers prison dies 56. Th' Imbroyderie finish'd thus that with more speed She might present it to her mighty Sonne She gives command her Birds be harnested Quick as the Word her ready Maydens run And from the milkie shore of the next spring Five Paire of her immortall Pidgeons bring 57. Her Coach was double gilt with that pure Light Whose grosser part fills Phebu's face with glory Not glaring like his Eyes but Milde and White Shining much like its Owners Virgin-storie Her Coursers take their place and
to be whate'r His most victorious Love would make of Her 92. Behold said she The Handmayd of the Lord For he hath given Me leave to use that Stile Since Heav'n will have it so may thy great Word My worthless Bowells with Performance fill To Him who made Me I my Selfe resign 'T is fit His Pleasure and not mine be Mine 93. This blessed Word no sooner brake from her Sweet Lipps but to the Top of Heav'n it flew Where in the Mouthes of all the winged Quire It found its Echo and was made a new And pretious Anthem for the Sphears that Day Measur'd their high Dance by this onely Lay. 94. All Nature heard the Sound which in her Eare Spake Life and Joy and Restauration O blessed Musick which so cheared Her That her old Wrinkles into Smiles did run Fresh Fire she glowing felt in every Vein And briskly thought of growing young again 95. For now that Spirit which first quickned her Return'd again and flew to Maryes breast O what Excesse of Sweets and Joyes did bear Him company unto his Virgin Nest O what pure streams of Light what glorious showrs Of most enlivening and prolifick Powers 96. With these flew down Enternities great Son To be a Son of Time and parting from His Fathers Bosome Glories sweetest Throne Chose Ashes for his House Dust for his Home Having taught Exaltation to bow And of the Most High made Himselfe Most Low 97. In vain should I or all the Angells strive To reach at that impossible Eloquence Which might a paralled Description weave For that immense mysterious Confluence Of purest Joyes with which in this Imbrace The most enobled Virgin ravish'd was 98. Onely her spatious Soul the blessed Sea Where all those Floods of pretious Things did meet Knew what it comprehended Glorious She Did taste the rellish of each mystick Sweet In one miraculous Instant and did trie The various Dainties of Divinity 99. For though this Generation had been The deepest Project of Eternity Yet were its Wonders all transacted in Durations most concise Epitomie One single Moment crowned was with this Exploit of most unbounded Power and Bliss 100. O mighty Moment at whose feet all Dayes And Moneths and Years and Ages homage pay Upon whose Head Time all its Glories lays Wishing that thou migt'st never slide away Eternity holds it selfe deep in debt To thee in whom its sweetest Wonders meet 101. This Universe for ever thou dost tie Close to its greater Maker Thou dost join These Mortall Things to Immortality And in one Knot both Heav'n and Earth combine Thou giv'st Fertility a new-found Home And bid'st it flourish in a Virgin-Womb 102. For Mary now the Mansion-house became Of her conceived God who deign'd to take His Pattern from her reverend Bodies frame And borrow part of Her thereby to make A Garment for himselfe that hee might be As true and genuine Flesh and Blood as she 103. O Paradise how poore a Soile art Thou To the rare Richnes of this Virgin Bed That Tree of Life which in thy Heart did grow It self but as the shade of this was spread Here is the Garden where the noble Tree Of everlasting Life would planted be 104. Blush all yee Heav'ns the gallant Virgins Wombe Hath left no Looks but those of shame for You All Glories here have chose their dearer Home And fairer shine because They make no show Here dwells a Sunn whose Count ' nance is a Book So bright your Phebus dares not on it look 105. The most resplendent equall Character The flaming Brightnes of the Fathers Face Hath now vouchsafed to exchange his Sphear And in this lesser Heav'n to plant his Rays Which yet He hath so sweetned and allayd That He consumeth not the tender Mayd 106. Thus when to Moses He came down of old Arrayed all in fire and took his Seat Upon a simple Bush his flaming Gold In mercie to the shrubb reind in its Heat And all the leaves with harmlesse Brightnes fill'd Which He was pleased not to Burn but Gild. 107. When Gabriell had seen this wonderous sight He bow'd his holy Head first to adore His new-conceived Lord wishing he might Have made his dwelling on this blessed Floor And then to take his reverent leave of Her Whom yet to Heav'n He in his mind did bear 108. Whether as He mounted up the News He tells To every Orb and Star but cheifly to Th' inquisitive Spirits whose ears and hearts he fils With all the Wonders He had seen below Till with applause from every Angels Tongue The pretious Name or humble Mary rung 109. Thus Phylax spake When Psyche fill'd with Joy And Admiration cri'd Why may not I Have leave in this dear Mansion to stay Where can I better live or sweetlier die Humilities own Palace best will fit Me who through Pride stand most in need of it 110. If that be thy Desire thou strait shalt see Phylax reply'd a fairer House than this Fairer in more transcendent Poverty And nobler farr in higher Lowlines With that into the Chariot again He takes her up and gently moves the Rein. 111. The ready steeds no more Monition needed For through the Ayr they Snatch'd their greedy way And o're the Galilean Regions speeded No Hills were high enough to bid them stay No windes out-ran them but to Bethlehem Well neer as soon's their Drivers thought they came 112. There lighting down Behold this Town my Dear The Guardian cri'd where Fame once lov'd to grow Jesse's illustrious Sonn was nurtured here Here reverend Samuell did prepare his Brow For royall Honour when upon his Head The Crowns rich Ernest holy Oile he shed 113. This chosen Root in Kings was fertile whose Successive Hands through many Ages bore The Jewish Sceptre till with other Foes Sin stronger than the rest combin'd and tore It from its guilty Owners farr from Home First unto Babylon and next to Rome 114. Rome holds it still and makes this wretched Land Pay that sad Debt its Wickednes contracted How oft has an imperious Command Heavy blood-squeazing Taxes here exacted Drowning in Gall this servile Country now Which did of old with Milk and Honey flow 115. Such miserable Gains fond wilfull Men Condemned are to reap who needs will be Driving the self-destoying Trade of sin To such heart-galling Bonds of Tyranny All those unhappy Nations make haste Who from their Necks Heav'ns gentle Yoke do cast 116. This golden Trick Augustus learned and Summon'd the People to a generall Taxe The Warrants strait awak'ned all the Land And every One to pay his Homage packs To his Parentall Town the Register Of Tribes and Kindreds being setled there 117. This cost good Joseph and his blessed Spouse A tedious journey for the Way was long But short the Days in Winters inmost House Cold churlish Capricorne the Sunn had clung The Morning and the Ev'n so close together That there was left no room for cheerly Wether 118. The holy Travellers through Cold and Frost And
the Life of Man said He Shall lean not onely on the Staffe of Bread But by a surer Prop supported be By the more wholsome Word of God being fed What need We Loaves our Hungers rage to still Out of Gods Mouth comes that which Man 's will fill 185. O most impenetrable Buckler how Slender an Help is triple Steel to thee Seav'n-times-redoubled Adamant must bow To thy lesse vulnerable Durity O Scripture what vain shades and fethers were Goliah's Arms if they with thee compare 186. This Psyche this is that unconquer'd shield Under whose sure Protection Thou may'st goe Although all Hell pitch'd in a Martiall Field Conspired has and sworn thine Over-throw Thy Spouse hath taught thee its great use and He Did fight with none but this Artillerie 187. Yet as the greedy Wolfe once beaten back By that Repulse is but enraged to A second Onset and doth fiercelier make His fresh Incounter Angrie Satan so Bruis'd by this Fall and vexed at the pain Plucks up his Spirits and ventures on again 188. Yet being forc'd to his slie shifts to runne He plausibly pretends the sullen Place To be the stage where Heav'ns illustrious Sonne Should act his Greatnesse too unworthy was And instantly resolves to change this mean And despicable to some gallant Sceen 189. For as a dainty Cloud came by that Way He the usurping Prince of all the Aire With a stern Look commanded it to stay And so gat up into his flying Chair Taking thy Lord with Him who was content To trie what by this new Designe he meant 190. Then bidding the next Winde upon Him wait He through the Welkin scour'd and quickly came For now his Way all open lay and straight Unto the Top of fair Jerusalem Where on the Temples highest Pinnacle He Jesus set and to his businesse Fell. 191. Alone he fell to it His numerous Train Being left behinde and charged to attend Their Kings Return for much he did disdain In case he could not now atchieve his end His envious Elves again should witnesse how A starv'd Man gave Hells Prince the Overthrow 192. He wisely ponder'd that the Arms whereby He first Repulsed was the mightiest were And therefore cunningly resolv'd to trie If he could Scripture bowe to serve his War O Wit of deepest Hell which makes a sword Of Gods own Word to fight with God the Word 193. And then I grant said He that thy Replie Was true but yet no Answer to my Doubt Loe here a Sceen where Thou may'st satisfie By one Experiment every scrupulous Thought If God thy Father be throw thy selfe down For He for certain will preserve his own 194. Is it not Written That He shall Command His trusty Angels to attend on Thee And with a watchfull ready stretched Hand From the least touch of Danger keep Thee free That no rude Stone with churlish Shock shall meet So tender is He thy secured feet 195. Mark Psyche mark the Cheaters Craft how he Mangles the Text and skips what likes him not In all thy Wayes they shall Assistant be So ran the tenor of the Scripture but He knew full well that Precipices were No Wayes for Man and therefore that did spare 196. Be sure it move thee not if henceforth thou Seest any of his Urcheons Scripture spit For they by his authentick Copie know Both how to geld and to adulterate it Or at the least such peevish Glosses make As it against it selfe shall force to speak 197. But with another genuine Text thy Lord Nobly confuted Him and thus Repli'd This Lawe 's enacted in the sacred Word Thou shalt not tempt thy God and Heav'n forbid That I should dare his Providence and think When I plunge down my selfe I cannot sinck 198. Perhaps thy Wonder asks why Satan now He on the Brink of Danger him had set Bridled his Fury and forbore to throw Him headlong thence But thou must not forget That He was jealous still and feared least His Foe at force of Arms might get the best 199. Alas the Chain of all his Power is short Beleeve it Psyche there 's no Mortall Wight But if he would resolve to hold his Fort Might tire his Siege and all his On-slates sleight But silly Men unto his strength make way Whil'st they by lazie Fears themselves betray 200. Satan at this Repulse deep in his Heart Stifled his Griefe and smothered his shame And now resolv'd to act another Part Leap'd on that Cloud upon whose back he came With which He through the wondering Aire did swim Hurrying thy patient Lord along with Him 201. To his expecting Train He swumm for now Put to his last Reserve of Plots he ment To venture all at one great Cast and though Still both that they should see Him foild he went With desperate resolution to the fight Deer was his Credit but more deer his Spight 202. Unto a Mount he march'd whose heav'nly head Despised Basan Carmell Libanus The Alpes where Winter all year keeps his bed With Pendle Calpe Atlas Caucasus And all the proudest Cliffs of Ararat Where Noahs floating Ark first footing got 203. A Mount which on the highest Clouds look'd down And saw all kindes of Weather far below A Mount which seem'd to be Earths soveraign Crown Where never any Winde aspir'd to blow A Mount which bravely reach'd at Heav'n made Far distant Countries subject to its shade 204. Arrived there with a new plate of Brasse His never-blushing Front he fortifi'd Being now upon an Enterprise which was Second to that in impudence and pride When arm'd with spightfull Fury and Disdain He ventur'd to assail Heav'ns Soveraign 205. 'T was was the same Son of Heav'ns eternall Father To whom his stomach then refus'd to yeild Obedience and homage and chose rather To trie it with Him in a pitched Feild Foole who by his first Fall no warning took For what He was the second fight to look 206. A massie Throne of beaten Gold stood there Whose lustre round about the Region spred Plac'd on a Pavement glorious and clear Refined Silver newly burnished Triumphant Arch's and Columns on each side In laurel Wreaths hid and displayd their Pride 207. Here Satan pitch'd him down when loe the Crew Of his attending Elves in humble guise Themselves before his radiant footstool threw Adoring Him with millions of lies Nor durst they from the Pavement stir untill His nod did intimate his gratious Will 208. Then stretching out his Hand he gave the Signe To that brave Apparition which He By sprightfull Art had taught how to combine With his profound but glorious forgerie One Moment was sufficient for the Sceen Before his Hand was quite stretch'd out came in 209. A mighty Globe came rolling up the Hil Which on an aerie Axell turn'd before His stately Throne and to that Bulk did swell That the full figure of the World it bore No Conjurations ever grew so strong As this of all Inchantments the huge Throng 210. There might You see the
have plotted it Nor need'st thou lend us any Wings to flie Who can make hast enough when Hast is fit The Wheels of Time with speed enough doe runne But yet mine Houre they have not rolled on 34. Know Psyche that his Houre is Mercies Cue And when Extremitie of Need doth call Then Mercie loves her gracious Power to shew The want of wine was yet not knowne to all The Company whose Souls it did concerne By that thy Lords wise Potencie to learn 35. But yet no sooner did that Want appear 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with ready Goodness gives Command 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 He spied standing there 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 owne Liquor should be filled and 〈◊〉 for the Convives When loe at the Spout The Miracle into the Boule gush'd out 36. He who had Water taught by passing through The Conduit of the Uine and of the Grape To turne to brisk and joyfull Wine did now Teach it as much by running through the Tap. The cool and Virgin Nymph drawn from the Pot All over blushed and grew sparkling hot 37. The Master of the Feast amazed at Her sprightfull Sweetness wonderd whence she came Never had his judicious Palate yet Discover'd such a brisk and sprightfull Dame Alas He knew not that His gift She was From whom no Thing but what is Best can pass 38. Look yonder flows the Sea of Galile Upon whose sandy shore which He had set To curb and bridle in its Waves as He Uouchsas d to walk his Eyes an object met Which mov'd their pitty and that moved Him In a new Sea to bid the Fishers swimme 39. Peter and Andrew in the tiresome Maine Catching their Living with their Fish he spi'd In whom he read the vainer Life of vain And mudling Man who in the briney Tide Of this unstable World his Days doth wast And with his Net himself into it Cast. 40. So certainly Uncertainty upon This Lifes unfaithfull Stage doth domineer Proud Change in such confounding Sport doth runne Heer sometimes flowing sometimes ebbing there That Earth it self may seem no less than Sea At never setled Luna's beck to be 41. This made Him crie aloud Come Follow Me And I will you imbark upon the Shore In a more safe and profitable Sea Than you have ever fished in before Let those mute things alone and I will make You henceforth catch such Fishes as can speaks 42. The Shoale of Men which in this Ages Deep Doe scudd about unto your Netts shall flow Those feeble tatterd Things you need not keep I upon You will nobler Netts bestow Immortall Nets which know not how to break Netts which the Universall World shall take 43. As needless is your crazie Bark for I Intend to build a royall Ship in which You round about the Globe being steered by My watchfull Providence shall safely reach When Heav'n fears being shipwrackt then shall this Uessell which nothing but Heav'ns Kingdome is 44. Hast Thou not heard how Sirens notes have drawn The Fishers from their Boats into the Sea In whose sharp Brine their silley Preys they drown Drowned before in their soft Harmonie Well then might this strong Charm those Men invite To plunge into the Sea of safe Delight 45. Once more their Netts they Cast but Cast away Meekly ambitious to be Fishes now And yeild Themselves to Him a willing Prey Who thus his Nett of Love about them rhrew Never Adventure did they make like this Where being caught Themselves they Catch'd their Bliss 46. But yonder taken was an harder Prize There once erected stood Exactions Throne Where Levi sate Lord of a strange Excise The heavie Mark of Romes Dominion A Knight he was for none but such might be Intrusted with that Cruell Dignitie 47. That at the gracious Calling of thy Lord Fishers were well content their own to leave Lesse ground to sober Wonder doth afford Their cold and wet and dirtie Trade might drive Them to an easy faith their old Degree Of life by any new advanc'd would be 48. A Faith which in the Dregs of Time so far Abus'd will be that bold Mechanicks who In poor and painfull Trades ingaged were When Sloth and Pride make them too worthy to Buckle to work their Tools away will throw And by this Call inspir'd Men-fishers grow 49. But what Charms can out-vie the power of Gold An heavy strong and pretious Chain which now In deer imprisonment did Levi hold And fast upon his Soule and Body grow Can a Poor Master such a Man perswade To leave great Cesar and his thriving Trade 50. A sturdy Mountain may more easily be Commanded to resigne his native place And heave his mouldering bulk into the Sea The Sun may sooner from his princely face Tear all his golden Tire and damp his light In the vile pitch of an unnaturall night 51. Yet as thy Lord alas how mean and poor Pass'd by the Office He this Word let flie Come follow Me which forth-with over-bore By most unconquerable Potencie The startled Seat the Profit and the Man And turn'd into a Saint the Publican 52. The Worlds Opinion Levi ponder'd not Nor how Tibereus this Affront might take He counted not what He should loose or what He should not gain whilst he this Change did make He asks no Freinds advice how he might keep His fame nor stays to Look before he leap 53. But as forth from its horrible Abysse The World did at thy Spouses Call appear So from the blacker deeper Masse of his Confused Mammon Levi mounteth here And bravely Follows Him without delay Who was Himself his Leader and his Way 54. For Love like Lightning from the blessed Eyes Of Jesus shot it self quite through his Heart Where into its own instant Sacrifice What e'r it light upon it did convert So sublimate and so refining was The Fire that all the Gold it turn'd to Drosse 55. Doubts Fears and Cares and secular Relations It quite burnt up and in his flaming breast Left nothing but the noble Exultations Of valiant Zeal which should the World resist Its course with all this Masse of Earth and Sea Would rend its way through all and victor be 56. O Psyche Love Love is that potent Thing To which all other Strength its head bowes down The Universe's most Almighty King Ne'r chose to use Pow'rs Title as his own But in this sweeter Name of higher might For God is Love he takes his deer delight 57. Thy Lord his ordinary Chaplanes thus Did chuse and twelve their mystick Number was For in this Zodiak He all-gloryous Resolved through his Grace's Orb to passe About his World Nor does the other Sun Through fewer Signes in his great voyage run 58. But I must tell Thee for himself descri'd The Secret first One of the Twelve He chose An Hell-hound was and the false-hearted Guide Unto his deerest Masters mortall Foes One who did prove in matchlesse height of evill Against Incarnate God Incarnate Divell 59. Yet such was Jesu's most unbounded Love That He resolv'd to doe his best
and trie How He from Juda's bosome might remove Intruding Hells pernitious monarchie For Heav'n forbid that Pitties Lord should fashioa A way to plunge Him deeper in Damnation 60. O no! may those black Mouthes for ever be Damm'd up with Silence and with Shame which dare Father the foulest deepest Tyranny Upon the God of Love And busie are In pleading it from his own Word although By it they make Him Contradictious too 61. But all the rest were faithfull Soules who stood True to their Lords Cause which they strove to write As He in His had done in their own blood And never started at the sharpest Fight But by their own Deaths studied as they Were able His great Death how to repay 62. James was the first old Zebedees elder Son To whom proud Herods Sword the way cut ope And gave Him leave that noble Race to run Which leadeth straight to Heav'ns illustrious Top. How little dream'd the Tyrant that He did Put on his Crown when He took off his Head 63. The next was Philip who with noble Heat Flew to the North and hunted out the Ice From those dull Hearts which ne'r with Heav'n did beat But with congealed stupid Ignorance freeze For his large Sceen was snowie Scythia where December takes his Walk through all the year 64. When He that Winter all on fire had set With Christian Flames He bent his Course into A Clime which should have been much warmer but At his lifes price He found it was not so For soon He saw that more than Scythias Ice Bound up the Heart of Hierapolis 65. Joves Name had left no room for Jesus there And when He tells the People of the shame The Nails the Crosse his Lord for them did bear He his own Torments did aforehand name Enough of Jesus now said They for We Will quickly make as good a God of Thee 66. Then with a thousand Taunts they pierce his ear And next with nails his sacred Hands and feet And so his Crosse with acclamations rear Where like a Mark to fury being set Flints neer as hard 's themselves they poure upon Him And from their World thus into Heav'n did stone Him 67. Thomas whose Doubts did fix his Faith so Fast That neither Life nor death could make it shake With Jesus in his Mouth through Parthia past And charm'd what Rome could never pliant make The AEthiop's too did hear his Voice but He Resolv'd to reach the Worlds Extremity 68. He had observed how the greedy West Into the East was drawn by thirst of Gold Which had the Suns and Natures Courses crost And into Jndu's Mouth the Ocean roll'd And will none goe a richer prize to win Than that fair Ore said He the Soules of Men 69. Sure Indians Soules of purer Metall are Than that which Avarice doth so far adore Thomas will thither trade though India were More Worlds off than it is from Jordans shore For in his Zealous Sails Gods Spirit blows And not to fetch but carry Gold He goes 70. If Gold be not too poor a Name to set Upon the forehead of his royall Wares Loves Joyes Peace Glory Blisse and every Sweet Of sweetest Paradise He thither bears For these and more than these inshrined be In Jesu's Name Heav'ns best Epitomie 71. With this He traded to make India rich And not Himselfe who now could not be poor As having more than All though not so much As any thing layd up in provident Store He knew his Lord was Plenties King and He Did as his own account His Treasury 72. Close to his work without all further care He falls and having op'd his Merchandize Come Buy saies He for though these Wares be far Above your glittering Ore's adored price Yet you on Trust may goe for all this Blisse Give but your Faith and yours the Treasure is 73. The Brachmans wonder'd at the generous Man So did the sage Gymnosophists untill A barbarous unmoved Faction Pass'd a blinde Act of Spight to seize and kill The noble Merchant who as ready stood To poure it forth as they to suck his Blood 74. Arm'd with their Kings Consent and with their spears Unto his Heart they ope their cruell way Whil'st He with sweet content their Madnesse bears And for his Doubting Hand returns this Pay This finall Pay for that now faithfull Hand Which deep in debt to 's Masters Side did stand 75. The younger Jame's whose noble Family Advanc'd Him to be Brother to his Lord Much neerer grew of Kin by Piety No man with stouter fervor Him ador'd Nor with more resolute Constancy than He Witnesse his reverend Forehead and his Knee 76. His Knee all plated with Austerity Which on the Temples Pavement night and day Did naked dwell till it arriv'd to be Hard as the Marble which beneath it lay There never grew on painfull Camels Knees So stiffe a Proofe of Patience as on His. 77. His Forchead which was sealed with the same Stamp of Severity for by Prostration Its fleshie Tendernesse hee overcame O sacred Impudence of Humiliation Whil'st wicked 〈◊〉 armed were with Brasse His prous Front in Brawn immured was 78. A Brawn which shall hereafter check their Pride And foolish Superstition who by new Coyned Devotion will the Old deride And think no worship from the Body due But in pretence their Conscience tender is Maintain their dainty Fleshes Tendernesse 79. His dearest Meat and drink was to fulfill His Masters Pleasure Ne'r did dangerous Grape Its blood on his abstemious Palate spill Nor stain his sacred Cup for mean and cheap His Liquor was the virgin Fountains were His onely Cellars and his onely Beer 80. Ne'r did the rampant flesh of Birds or Beasts Reek in his Kitchin nor sweat on his Board Chaste Moderation cooked all his Feasts And well she knew how to content her Lord His highest Fare were sober modest Fishes Where Water serv'd for Beer the aptest Dishes 81. Ne'r did perfumed Oiles his Body dew With their soft Flattery of delicious Sweat Unmanly Bathes his skin did never brew Nor cheat his Vigour with effeminate Heate His Limbs in active Linnen us'd to dwell Being never muffled up and lost in Wooll 82. Nor was that Linnen though full course and plain Contemned in the Peoples Eye for they On bended knees were Suiters to obtain His leave their offrings on its Hemm to lay That as hee through the Streets was passing by Their Lips and Kisses they might sanctifie 83. O how imperious is meek Piety Whether it will or no commanding All Spectators into Love and Reverence hee Who counts Blisse by true Honor must let fall All other Plumes and wisely learn to dresse Body and Soule in humble Holinesse 84. Nay now the surly Priest among the rest Of James his matchlesse Worth convinced is And finding him to be the holier Priest Grants him into the Oracle free Accesse Of which mysterious Place he had the glory And none but hee to make his Oratory 85. He was the holier
And though the holy Omen to his gross Though learned Foes were unperceived He Rejoyced in his Crosses Mysterie 112. A Cross which shall e'r long so glorious be Wearing his Name upon it crucifi'd That it shall crowne the Scottish Heraldrie And in the Topp of all its Banners ride What Glories then shall Saints themselves obtain If in such state their Suffrings Badges reign 113. Nayld fast unto this Honour was the Saint Array'd in Scarlet from his own rich Veins The Graecians took it for a torturing Paint And thought his Cross a Throne of Soveraign Pains But He his noble Pulpit made this Tree A Pulpit which did preach as well as He. 114. Long was his Sermon for his last it was Two days it measur'd and yet seem'd but short What are two poor and flitting Days alas To that which doth Eternitie import He preach'd Eternitie unto whose light His hood-winkt Torturers He did invite 115. At length perceiving Death no hast would make With strong Desires he wooed it to come Not that his Pains his Patience did break But that his Heart did long to be at home He could be nothing but a Stranger where His Masters blessed face did not appear 116. And am I nail'd in vain deer Lord said he Unto this Pillar of renouned Death Though not poor I yet thou Deserv'st for Me That in this Honour I may yeild my Breath These potent Words to Heav'n with violence flew Whence a fair light they for his Convoy drew 117. As in the bosome of his Chariots flames Illustrious Phehus through the Sphears doth speed So resting in the Arms of these sweet Beams The Saints brave Soule was thither carried Thus in her funerall Fire the Phaenix dies And by her Death to fairer life doth rise 118. On Zeals undaunted Wings great Bartholmew To meet the Dayes Flame where it kindled is Unto the furthest brink of India flew And taught the East to bend their wakening Eyes Upon a new Son who no Gold did need To dresse his Locks and more than golden Head 119. Then having left His goodly Picture there Which Matthews Pen had drawn fair in a Book He posted backward to Armenia where The same illustrious Work in hand hee took But promising his Hearers Kings to make The King grew wroth and thus his Fury spake 120. Bold Wretch who pratest of the idle Throne Of thy vain Christ I 'le make thee know that I In my Armenia will have but one And that 's the Seat of my own Majesty If Jesus be a God his Heav'n will be Realm large enough He need not trench on Me. 121. 'T were speciall Credit for Armenia's King To entertain as a great Deity A stable-born and manger-cradeled Thing Whose ignominious Death did justifie The vilenesse of his Birth because a poor Resolved doting Wretch doth Him adore 122. O no! the Gods by whose great Blessing I Possesse my Crown are Gods enough Away With shamefull Jesu's uselesse Dietie Yet for some use Thou mayst be fitting Say Serjeants will not this Carrion serve to flea Though He be naught yet good his Skin may be 123. That onely Word sufficient was to let The Tygres loose who straight the Saint undresse Both of his Cloths and Skin which at the feet Of their fell Lord they threw for it was his Due right the blessed Martyrs skin to keep In token that He slew the harmlesse Sheep 124. But He now grown far fairer than before As when the Sun from Clouds unveiled is Did shine and sparkle in his glorious Gore Quite dazling by his noble Nakednesse The Devills eyes who could have wish'd the skin To hide his own shame on the Saint agin 125. Yet 't was in vain for Bartholmew was now Fit for the Roabs of Immortality Which Jesus hand ready was to throw Upon his most deserving Back for hee Might without Pains and Crouding now get in At Heav'ns strait Gate who first put off his skin 126. But Matthew into AEthiopia ran Ventring upon a strange Designe for there He strove to purge the Crow into a Swan To make Pitch Chrystall Ink Snow Darknesse cleer Spots beauteous Sables lucid Shaddows bright I mean to wash the Pagan Negro's white 127. And this by Baptisms searching Streams he did Which drown'd their Hearts in Life and Purity Soon the full Torrent of his Name did spread And in the Channell of the Court grow high The Court soon catch'd the News but little thought That in the Newse's Net it selfe was caught 128. Caught was its dearest Gem the Virgin Heart Of Iphigenia daughter to the King And now not all the flattering frowning Art Of royall Hirtacus her Soul could bring To leave her mystick Spouses love and wed Himselfe who panted after her sweet Bed 129. O no! She cri'd My Vow is past and I Unto my God my Body must restore As I receiv'd it My Virginity Is now intirely His and mine no more Matthew is witnesse and it were in vain For Me to call my Promise back again 130. O if you love me then love what I am Love Love himselfe and so you shall love me Be truely Royall Love the Christian Name And let my Sacred Vow still Sacred be For I may to no Pagan Spouse be tied Who to an heav'nly Bridgroom am affied 131. The Prince with Wrath and Folly blinded saw Not how this Match most matchlesse was nor that She had already chose a King And though The shame of meer Humanity would not Permit his Rage to take its swindge on Her Yet He o'r Matthew let it domineer 132. His choisest Bloodhounds in all haste he sent With correspondent charge against the Saint Whom finding busie at the Sacrament With His and his Lords blood the floor they paint And at the Altar thus the Martyr dies To Heav'n a willing and sweet Sacrifice 133. Matthias whose heav'n-witness'd Faith commended Him to supply the Traytor Juda's place To finish Matthews great Designe contended In AEthiopia whence He turn'd his Race To Jewry where his blood hee forth did poure For Him who gave him all his own before 134. John was the last but first and highest in His dear Esteem who is Himselfe most High O blessed Saint which did'st the Riches win Of all Heav'ns sweetest fullest Treasury Jesus indeed does all Men love but hee Not onely lov'd but was in love with Thee 135. He was in love with thy Virginity Which with all blooming Graces was bedeckt Of all his Twelve choise privileg'd Chaplanes He Did for his amorous Favours Thee select He did select Thee his soft Spouse in whose Delicious Eyes He meant his own to loose 136. He was in love with the reflexion Of his own Sweetnesse shining in thy face With sympathetick Joy hee dwelt upon His iterated Selfe in that pure Glasse Striving all Lovers Arts on it to prove O blessed Soule with whom Love fell in love 137. From off the troubled Main he lured Thee Into a deeper Sea of calmest Pleasures The bosome of supream
Serenity To which the Ocean is but poor in Treasures His own dear Breast to Thee hee opened wide And let Thee in unto its fullest Tide 138. There did'st Thou lie and learn thy Soule to glow By the dear Copy of thy Pillows Heat A Pillow in whose soft Protection Thou Put'st all thy Cares and Fears to rest And yet Slep'st not thy Selfe for how could any Eye Indure to close when Jesus was so nigh 139. There did'st Thou lie next to the Heart of Love Whose ravishing Imbraces kept thee warm With all the best of Heav'n no more above But folded up in his incircling Arm Which forc'd all wise Spectators to conclude Thou wert aforehand with Beatitude 140. The loftiest Stories where pure Seraphs dwell Exalted in Felicities bright Sphear Thy dainty Habitation did excell For at his Foot-stoole They lie prostrate there Amidst the Sweets of whose all-balmey Breast Thine onely Head makes its delicious Nest. 141. What potent Joyes what mysticall Delight Woo'd and besieg'd thy Soule on every side Whil'st thy inamoured Spouse spent all the Might Of heav'nly Tendernesse on his dear Bride How many healing Wounds gave his Loves Dart How many living Deaths to thy soft Heart 142. How did hee study to epitomize His Incarnation's amorous Designe And trie the best of Mercie 's Mysteries Upon thy single Soule in which divine Experiment it was thine onely Grace To fill his universall Churches place 143. Thus while he liv'd he sweetly liv'd in Thee And when hee di'd Thou saw'st him nayled fast Unto his Death Yet no Mortality Could seize upon His love for by his last And tenderest Words whil'st hee Himselfe did die To Thee he gave Loves living Legacie 144. Into his dearest Mothers Bosome hee Commended Thee and bid her own her Son What Nature could not Love contriv'd to be And Mary must be Mother unto John Jesus and John Love had so closely ti'd That in their Mother they must not divide 145. Mary no other Glass could findè where she So fair an Image of her Sonne might read Nor John so pure a Mirrour wherein He His ever looking-longing Eyes might feed On his dear Lord Thus Love though dead and gone Sweetly leaves John his Spouse Mary her Sonne 146. No wonder gentlest Saint that on thy Tongue Love built his Hive and dropp'd his Hony thence Whilst thy Soul-charming Words rellish so strong Of Heav'ns best Sweets and choycest influence That Love from his own Wing lent Thee the Quill Which all thy Lines with Charity doth fill 147. No wonder Thou brave Eagle soar'dst so high And div'dst so deep into the Suns bright face Where Thou didst read the Words great Mystery By which thine Eye refin'd not dazeled was No wonder that Thou didst thy Gospeli fashion And Calculate by God's own Elevation 148. No wonder that Port Latin saw the Oile Scalding in vain Thou who didst live by Fire And in whose breast such amorous streams did boile Could'st feel no other Flames O no! some higher Fervor of Love must melt thine own and send It to the flaming Bosome of thy Friend 149. The Languishments of never-faint Desire Must crown thy Life with correspondent Death Though by sharp Pains thy Brethren did expire This dainty Martyrdom must end thy Breath So Heav'n has privileg'd thy Piety Thou who did'st Live by Love of Love must Die 150. Pardon me Psyche I could not forbear This deare Apostrophe John was the Man Whose virgin flaming Worth made Him be neer Of kin to our Angelick Tribe and can We mention him and not salute him too Whom Honors Soveraign Lord has honor'd so 151. And pardon Me that I have dwelt so long On his Apostolick Bretheren the Glory Of whose death-scorning Valour does no wrong Nor interrupts their Masters royall Story He and his heav'nly Might in them appear'd And o'r the vanquish'd Earth his Banner rear'd 152. Mark now that Mount which lifts its lofty Head Neer to Bethsaida whence it takes a view Of all the Countries round about it spread Nor Zebulon nor Nephthali out-flew Its Prospect which through Trachonitis too And Ituraea did sublimely goe 153. Yea though far distant it acquaintance took With other Mountains unto Hermon 〈◊〉 And stately Libanus it reach'd a Look This was that noble Oratory where Thy Lord so oft retired that the Place Thenceforth the Mount of Christ 〈◊〉 was 154. A Mount where liberall Nature did her best Witnesse the flowrie Beauties smiling there But Grace far more 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Than that bright Pomp which and of old prepare For the Lawgivers feet the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Of Sina mix'd with Thunder Smoak and Dread 155. For here no Trumpet spake the Frightfull Minde Of stern Imperiousnesse no rigid Law Back'd with an everlasting Curse injoyn d The World to its hard Yoak their Necks to bow But Love himselfe upon his gentle Throne Gave the soft Lawes of Benediction 156. Eight Springs of Blessednesse abroach hee set And woo'd the weary World to bathe in Them Their Cares and Fears hee taught Them to transmit And bury all Solicitude in Him He pass'd his Word Heav'n should their Purveyor be Who served in the Warrs of Pietie 157. His Evangelicall Oeconomie He instituted here and so improved The highest Pitch of Legall Sanctitie That though incumbering Burdens hee removed Yet more Bonds of Perfection on hee laid And wonderous strict his Mercies Candor made 158. His Reins were Silk but yet hee held them strait And drove amain providing by that Art That in their Passage no enchanting Bait Might his Disciples lure and tempt to start Out of the King of Heav'ns high Way but to His Kingdome safely and directly goe 159. His blessed Rules and none but His are They Which past the Puritie of Gold refine Gross Mortall Hearts and sublimate poor Clay Into a State Angelick and Divine Whilst by his Spirit He scours off sinfull Rust And into Heav'n blows up the purged Dust. 160. But turn and view those Desert Fields which lie Next Neighbours to the Galilean Sea Into that hopefull quiet Privacie Devotion had withdrawn thy Spouse but He Had given the People too much tast of his Sweetness to think He long could scape their Press 161. For as the busie Bees who once have found 〈◊〉 Garden haunt it day by day 〈◊〉 out every flower and humming round About the Tops of their delicious Prey So to that Garden for thy Lord had by His presence made it so did People flie 162. Jesus who bow'd from Heav'n poor Man to meet Could not refraine to entertaine the Throng With gracious ready Welcome He did greet Each Troop and Party as they came along Dealing his Courtesie to great and small Who came to be the Saviour of All. 163. Then as the wise Physitian first takes care That all the Vitall Parts be sound within Before He spend his pains on any Soare Which sinks into the Flesh or on theSkin Doth swimme So did his Tenderness to those His numerous Patients his art dispose 164. Their Hearts
no Clamour but their own could hear 271. At length in one mad course unto that Brow Where the steep Hill into the Sea doth peep They headlong run and one another throw In a tumultuous throng into the Deep And thus those Devils drown'd their wretched prey Their own long Thirst of Mischeif to allay 272. Observe that other shore thy Spouses Fame Shin'd with no less illustrious Glory there Witnesse Her Faith who from Phaenicia came To take miraculous kinde of Physick here She long had her Phaenician Doctors tried Who not her Bloods but Purse's Issue dried 273. But here she found a strange Physition whose Sole Physick is his Soveraign Self and who Gratis on all his heavnly Art bestows Yet her unclean Diseases shame did so Confute its Pain that it She doth conceal And seeks by pious Fraud her Cure to steal 274. Her meekly-faithfull Heart had caught fast hold On Jesu's Garments Hemm and ô said She Could but my Fingers doe as much I would Not doubt to catch my safe Recovery This said the pious Theif took Heart and stept Into the Croud and there behinde Him crept 275. There her most trembling most undoubting Hand To the desired Hemm she gently put Which with a triple Kisse she reverenc'd and Her meek Soule on that humble Altar set But whilst her blushing Blood flush'd in her face She felt its other Current dryed was 276. For as on Aarons consecrated Head The holy Unguent would not bridled be But on his Beard its pretious Influence shed And reach'd unto his Roabs extremitie So did the Virtue of this Higher Preist His very Clothes with mystick Power invest 277. But Jesus who could not permit that such Heroik Faith should thus be smother'd up Enquires what Hand his Vestures Skirt did touch And set the Issue of his Virtue ope That Virtuous Issue Psyche which alone Could wash away and cure Her Bloody one 278. The humble Woman guilty of the high And faithfull Theft fell trembling at his Feet Confessing all her blessed Crime and why She so had ventured to compasse it But while she fear'd her Saviours anger he Applauds the Fact and bids her cheerly be 279. Daughter he cries for those His Children are Whose holy Confidence on his Power relies Henceforth for ever banish needlesse Fear Thy valiant Faith secures and fortifies Thy now recovered Health Goe home and be Assur'd my peace shall sojourn there with Thee 280. Her zealous Thanks she pay'd and home ward went But his dear Image in her heart she bare Resolv'd to fix it in a Monument Of lasting Gratitude which she did rear Before her Door and couldst Thou reach thine Eye Unto Cesarea Thou mightst it descry 281. Erected there in bright substantiall Brasse Thy Spouses statue is and so shall stand Till Julian with a more obdurate face And Heart than is that mettall shall command The fair and reverend Image to bow down And yeild its stately Base unto his own 282. His own which when on Heav'n it 'gins to stare Shall learn what Vengance dwells in Jesu's Hand From whence a speedy Bolt of Fire shall tear The proud and sacrilegious Idol and Give dreadfull Warning to its Owner what He must expect if he repenteth not 283. But yonder Psyche holy Tabor is A Mount made famous by a brighter Story The Temples Mount bow'd down its head to this And veil'd its Legal to the Gospel Glory To this the Hill where Belzebub layd ope The Universe's Gallantrie did stoop 284. Thither did Jesus once himself withdraw With three Attendants Peter James and John Leaving the rest and all the World below That undisturbed his Devotion He might perform for his Designe was now To pray himself and teach his Consorts how 285. To be retired from tumultuous Things And sublimated far above the Earth Two trusty Ladders are which Wisdome brings To help Devotion climbe two Ladders worth All Climaxes which ever yet were set Up by the loftiest strains of eloquent Wit 286. But as he Pray'd his flaming Soule did break Forth at his Eyes and flash'd to his own Heaven The dazeled Sun immediately stepp'd back And for his dimmer face sought some new Even For Day now needed not his garish beams Being gilded by his Makers purer Flames 287. Jesus who in his Bodies Veil till now The Raies of his Divinity had hid Was pleased here to give them leave to flow And roule about Him in a glistering Tide Thus when his key unlocks the Cloud from thence The Lightning poures its radiant Influence 288. But as the unexhausted Fount of light Which dwells so deep in Phebu's splendid Eyes On all his royall Roabs doth shed its bright Effusions and his Charet beautifies So that about Heav'ns Circuit He is roll'd Enthron'd and cloth'd in nothing else but Gold 289. So from thy Spouses more than Sun-like face The Lustre all about his Rayment darted A Lustre whose divine and gentle Grace It self with kinde magnificence imparted Unto the mortall Texture which so pure And piercing Brightnes else could not endure 290. Thus when a dainty Fume in Summer Aire To Lambent Fire by Natures sporting turns And gently lights upon Mens Clothes or Hair With harmlesse Flames it playes and never burns Its habitation but feeds upon The delicates of its own Beams alone 291. As the Disciples wonderd at the Sight Which peeping through their fingers they beheld Two strangers they espied in rayment bright Which Jesu's overflowing beams did gild They wistly look'd upon them musing who The Men might be and what they came to doe 292. The first ware horned beams though something dim In this more radiant Presence on his face Full was his beard his Countenance was grim Yet sweetned by a meek but royall Grace His roabs were large and princely in his Hand He held a mystick and imperious Wand 293. A golden Plate he ware upon his breast In which the Ten great Words enammeld were A grave and goodly man he was and drest In such attire that they no longer are In doubt about Him but conclude that he Could none but Moses the Lawgiver be 294. Grave was the other Stranger too in face But in his Rayment wonderous course and plain He seemd to want a Mantle that which was Long since thrown off by him on Jordans plain The serious beams which darted from his Eye Spake Eremiticall Severitie 295. Behinde him stood a flaming Chariot Whose Steeds were all of the same Element 〈◊〉 was their fire more than their Courage hot And much adoe they had to stand content When they had well observed this they knew Such Tokens could none but Elias shew 296. These two grand Prophets whom thy Lord gave leave To wear some glorious beams though He were by A reverend Discourse did interweave Of the great work of his Humanity With high ecstarick Words displaying how At Salem He Deaths Powers should overthrow 297. A Doctrine which on the Disciples ear And this their Master knew full hard would grate And
are digging up his grave Will needs goe learn a surer speedier way To cut that Life which posteth to Decay 16. For Cain th' originall Curses first-born Heir No sooner saw the Furies looks but He Fanci'd them lovely and by far more fair Then gentle Abels blessed Suavitie Unhappie fancie whose mad violence Murder'd a Quarter of the World at once 17. And yet that dreadfull Mark which seald so deep His knawing Guilt on his dispairing face Form his all bloody Foot-steps could not keep Succeeding Generations still they trace The cursed Tract regardlesse of the Cries With which Blood wakens Veng'ance and the Skies 18. With unrelenting Steel they barbarize Their tender Flesh or clothe themselves with Brasse They for Destruction proper Tools devise To hasten on the fate of fading Grasse And unto Times not lazie Sithe their Arts Of Death they add Spears Arrows Swords Darts 19. And being lothe that any Stay should make Them loose the credit of their madnesse They Trust not their own two feet but mount the back Of fiery Steeds by whose fierce speed they may Flie unto Mischeif and in full Carreer And cruel Joy their Brethrens bowells tear 20. Yea though the universal Deluge by Washing away that bloody Torrent and Those who had broach'd it warned Man to see How little need he had to arme his hand Against Himself He madly prov'd No flood Of Water could aswage his thirst of Blood 21. O no! for He still more industrious grow's In Barbarousnes and with it taints the Heart Of 〈◊〉 Learning which He daily draws In all his bloodiest Plots to act its part Hence came those engines which so strangely spit Death's multipli'd and deadlier made by Wit 22. Yet these at length He counts but spights delay Angry that Heav'ns Artillerie doth flie 〈◊〉 then His and therefore seeks a way To Shoot his Wrath as doth th' inraged skie Thus from his Canons mouths the thunders roar The lightnings flash sinoak bullets vengance poure 23. No Furies can with more remorslesse spight Rend one anothers Breasts then Man doth Man Wounds shreiks and gaspings are his proud delight By 〈◊〉 his Prowess he doth scan In Humane Blood He strives to write his stories And by his Murders counteth up his glories 24. Thus milde Humanitie is thrown aside And Manhood takes from War its ominous name Alas and was not Manhood known till Pride And envious Wrath this salvagenes did frame Till Beasts upbraided Men who entertain'd The hellish Monster which all they disdain'd 25. Were there not lustie sins whose sturdy might Could have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 been to feed The boldest valour of the bravest wight And yeeld a fairer Laurel to his Head Then those unhappy 〈◊〉 which smeared are In the thick gore of an unnaturail War 26. But ah that blessed Combat is forgot In this wilde Trade of fighting Sin does here Command in cheife and from its 〈◊〉 shut Whatever doth like Law and Right appear And in their rooms by whole troops listed be Rapes rapine rampant rage and luxurie 27. Shame on their Soules who love this barbarous trade And by this mercilesse Apostasie Erase and quite forget what Nature made Them at the first But their Impietie Swels highest Who the Name of Christian bear Yet stain it in the Blood of causelesse war 28. O shamelesse boldnesse which can in defence Of meek Religion put on Barbarousnes And make the Bond of Sweetnes a pretence To break all other yoakes which dares professe It fights to rescue that whose highest praise Injurious suffrings alwayes us'd to raise 29. The noble Army of those Martyrs who To Heav'n in Triumphs Chariot ascended Had never learn'd Christ and Religion so Both which they by a surer way defended Drowning all opposition in the flood Not of their tyrants but of their own blood 30. Nor did Heav'ns most propitious bottles e're Bestow more fertile shoures on thirstie Earth Then streamed from those Hero's veins to cheer The new sown Churches seeds and help them forth Into that glorious crop which quickly swell'd So high that all the wondering World it fill'd 31. Can others blood their tincture be who are Sworn servants to the glorious King of Peace That King who is a Lamb and who doth wear Of tendernes the white and dainty fleece That King whose onely busines and joy It is to save but never to destroy 32. Into this world his foot He would not set Till every sword return d into its sheath Till Janu's semple with a seale was shut Till Nature was restor'd to lead on Death Till Peace's calm had pav'd his passage plain And Men repented into Men again 33. Yet being Come though Satan could not raise An open tempest to disturb his course He tryes a thousand secret envious wayes Patching with cunning his defect of force He lends fresh malice to the pevish Jews And in the Highpriests heads his Plots he brews 34. Annas and Caiaphas resolve to try How they their glories may assert which now They more and more beheld eclipsed by The reverend lustre which from Christ did flow Upon whose flames if nothing else will doe Rather then faile they his own blood will throw 35. Phylax thought fit a while to dwell upon This story with his Pysche wherefore He After convenient Refection Bids Her sit fast and yeelding then the free And long desired reins to his hot Steeds Quick as the winde to Salem ward he speeds 36. There over Sions head he pulled back The Bridle strait his docile Coursers knew The language of his Hand and 'gan to slack Their pace and in a semicircle flew For by one wing they with the other fought And damp'd their course by wheeling thus about 37. Then lighting on the Hill their mains they shaked Their heads they lifted high and then their voice The bottomes at their mighty Neighings quaked And from their Caverns all flung back the noise But strait as Phylax 'gan to speake the Steeds Seal'd up their Mouths and humbled down their heads 38. Though Psyche thy deare Lord himself indear'd To all this World by those sweet Miracles And millions more than them which thou hast heard Said he yet so importunate was Hels Invidious clamor in the Jewish ears That all Heav'ns Words and Works it overbears 39. And now the thicker Wonders Jesus does More Articles against himself he draws The shamelesse Judges turn his mortall foes Forgetting Right 's and urging Envies Laws And in black Envies impudent esteem No crime so foule as Pietie doth seem 40. But how this Malice brought about her end And rais'd her selfe to that transcendent Pitch Of monstrousnesse which never any Feind With all the wit of Hell before could reach Is worth thy hearing Come sit down and I Will pump this Venom forth before thine eye 41. Before Hells yawning mouth a Cave there is The little emblem of that greater Realme The native house and home of Avarice Who in her craving thoughts doth overwhelm The universe and whatsoe'r she gains As
Sphears shall sooner leap And tumble down all Height into the Deep 98. Then any Syllable which droppeth from The Lipps of Jesus can be born away Upon the Windes swift wings and never come Back with its full effect And yet the day Will come when Men will be so mad in this Cleer point as to dispute away their Blisse 99. It is in vain to tell these Wranglers how Jesus could graft cold stones into the stock Of Abraham and make them Fertile grow In Israelites Or that the Bread He took In 's daily diet was not wholly spent But part into his Bodies substance went 100. In vain to tell them how into his Blood The Wine he drank was changed day by day For though such Speculations understood With prudent reverence might make easier way Unto the Mysterie yet Wranglers will Because they will be so be Wranglers still 101. But as the sweetest Roses are beset With a strict Seige of Thorns whilst vulgar 〈◊〉 Which are not worth the Choking never meet With armed Neighbours whose infestive Powers Might plant their Bane about them so it fares With this rich Bread invaded by the Tares 102. What heart can of the monstrous Gnostiks think And not abhorre their damned sacrifice The matchlesse and the most blasphemous sink Of odious impudent Impieties Psyche Thou never yet heardst of so black A sin as they doe their Religion make 103. But I in reverence to thy Blush forbear That deep Abominations Den to rake Whose rank Sent reaks up to the highest Sphear And in Gods Nostrills stincks Yet leave must take To tell thee thine own Albion will not be Afraid of Sacramentall Villany 104. For in the Dreggs of Time when Wealth and Pride Have fatned British Hearts fit to defie All Sacred Discipline and to the Tide Of furious Licence and Impiety Op'd a vast Gap unhallowed Hands will dare From holy Priests this reverend Work to tear 105. Mechanick Zeal inspir'd by Sottishnesse And by enthusiastick Ordination Of Self-deluded Fancie Call'd to dresse This Mystick Feast in the reformed fashion Will purest Purity it selfe defile And by Heav'ns Gate finde out a Way to Hell 106. But happy Thou who shalt not live to see Thine Eyes tormented by that cursed Sight Which shall both Acted and Permitted be By equal Sons of everlasting Night Come then let our Discourse return and be Spent on this Miracle of Purity 107. Thy Lords great Feast was the high Consummation Of Israels Passover A Feast which did With mystick power antidate his Passion And that long-long'd-for Word 'T is finished Right noble was that typick Passover But nobler this because Substantial here 108. How much more pure and pretious is this Lamb Who though the Feast unto himselfe be soure Presents no Sauce of bitter herbs to them Who are the Convives but with all the power Of Sweetnesse entertains their Palates and All Joyes to wait upon them doth command 109. This is that more renoun'd Viaticum The Israel of God to fortifie When they from Pharaohs iron Bondage come And travell to their holy Liberty O Psyche those old Stories plainlier are Reacted in the Christian Hemisphear 110. Sin is that hatefull Egypt where doth reign A King how much more fierce than Pharaoh was The Tyrant Belzebub who throws his Chain About the World and makes all Nations passe Under a more unreasonable Law Than making Brick whilst They 'r denyed Straw 111. But pious Soules are by this Paschal Feast Both strengthned and encouraged to throw This servile Yoak away and thither haste Where everlasting Liberty doth grow Although their hard obstructed Passage be Thorough the Wildernesse and the Red Sea 112. This enigmatick Life of Misery Can own both those repugnant Names what are Its Storms and Broils and Tumults but a Sea Red with Destruction What is daily fear With helplesse Desolation and Distresse If not a squalid fatal Wildernesse 113. But through this wretched Desert and this Sea The Virtue of this Passover will lead Beleeving Soules untill they safely be Of blessed Canaan inherited That Canaan whose Milk and Honey is The sweetnesse of exuberant Paradise 114. That Canaan where no Jebusites shall be Thorns in the Sides of its accomplish'd Rest And whence no Babylonish Potency Shall root Them out who there are once possest A Canaan which alone makes good the grand And glorious Title of The holy Land 115. This Sacramental Bread and this alone Is that supporting Staffe of Life by which The stout and faithfull Generation Take their brave journey unto Heav'n and reach The top of their Desires more surely far Than by his Staffe the Artist does the Star 116. By Bread and Bread alone Man now must live Ev'n by this Bread which from Gods own Mouth came Christs potent institution did give This Virtue to it and Himselfe proclaim Aforehand that Men must not hope or think To Live but by this Suppers Meat and Drink 117. All Delicacies moulded up in one Pure pretious Composition are here Ne'r did the Sybarit s Invention Upon their Tables sacrifice such cheere Unto their 〈◊〉 which alone to them The greatest of the Deities did seem 118. The Syracusian Bords did never sweat Under such Dainties Alexandrian Feasts Did never with such princely sprightfull Meat Ravish the Palates of their dearest Guests No Asiatick nor no Medick Fare No Cates of Marseils may with these compare 119. Great Solomons profoundest Industrie Which through all Nature did his Pleasures hunt Sifting and boulting everie Suavitie To finde what Sweets did flow with most Content Nought but unsa vorie Vanitie could taste All Solid pleasures here alone are plac't 120. Here in this Bread this rich Conspiracie Of most substantiall Delights to which That pure Angelick Cheer which bounteouslie Heav'ns carefull Hand did every morning reach Unto his Israel journying in the bare And hungrie desert was course homely fare 121. Nor is the Dainties of the Cup lesse rich Than that which in the noble Patin lies The Wine of Love of Life of Spirits which By new un-heard of heavenly properties The heart of Man with such Delights doth cheer As never fears the worst assaults of fear 122. Heavens prudent Law had taken order that No Creatures Blood the Lippe of Man should stain O no The Caution was just and fit That all those Mouthes might be reserved clean In reverence to the Blood of this great Lamb Which was into beheving lips to stream 123. O blessed bloody peacefull Wine O how Divinely hast thou satisfaction made For that enflaming Poison which doth flow In other Wines may Noah now be glad Of his Invention since his foule mishap Is clean wash'd out by this all purging Grape 124. This is that Wine wherein dwells Veritie The Veritie of Heav'n For Heav'n in it All melted is Those noble Joies which we Bath'd in at home are heer together met In sweet epitomie and smiling swim About the Chalices most reverend Brim 125. Let Luxurie turn other wines into The milk of
to be sure his Blasphemie might want No Complement of desperate Impudence Though six and fourty yeares he knew were spent In compassing that works Magnificence He blush'd not to avouch that in three dayes The Fabrick to perfection he would raise 82. But Psyche how shall Feeble Waves prevail Against impenetrable Rocks in vain This wretched Lie indeavoured to assail Unshaken Truth which did in Jesus reign And split it self could the blinde Judges eye Have seen its shivers which about did fly 83. For grant this Article were full as true As it is false Why must it branded be As Blasphemous in Him who in the view Ofample witnesse prov'd his Potencie Sufficient was the Temple to restore When He from Death her Captive Lazarus tore 84. But strait a Murmur rolld about the Hall Which the Fond People toss'd from one another The Council gravely shak'd their heads and all Mingled their jealous Whisperings together Till Caiaphas stood up and ask'd thy Lord Why He no kinde of Answer would afford 85. Jesus who never spilt a word in vain For sweet and pretious was his blessed Breath Would no Reply unto that witnesse deign Which shamelesse Falshood venteth and which hath Its Answer in its self to any Ear But that which is resolved not to hear 86. Wherefore the Preist advisd by Satan now Contests him deep to trie if He could make Him prove his own Accuser All Men know Said He those towring Words of thine must speak A more then Mortall Power nor must thou hope Thy silence now shall lock the Businesse up 87. For by the everliving God whose Name Too glorious is on Mortall Tongues to sit I heer conjure Thee cleerly to proclaim Whither Thou be the Christ whom Holy Writ Has promis'd to the World that Blessed One The Heir of Heav'n and Gods eternall Son 88. O who would think this Consecrated Tongue Which with such reverentiall Awe doth make Mention of God mean while should burn in strong Thirst of most guiltlesse Blood But Hell can break Ev'n into Heaven it selfe and Satan dare Before Gods Throne amongst his Sons appear 89. And He his Scholars teacheth to begin The foulest Crimes with Gods all-beauteous Name That so more easily He may usher in What else by plain and necessary shame Would be obstructed Thus the Charmers Tongue Distills his Poison through his dainty song 90. But he who came Truth 's glorious Lamp to light Was pleased now to give a full Replie His Heav'n his Sire Himself did him excite Himself his Sire his Heav'n not to denie In Me said He fulfill'd your Scriptures are I am God's Son and Heav'ns apparent Heir 91. And though your Eyes now look such Scorn on Me Time comes when they shall melt in tears for this When on the Clouds high Chariot they shall see My Majestie in Glories high Excesse And at the first glimpse of my Power know I have a Judgement Seat as well as you 92. No sooner was this generous Truth profest But Caiaphas in deep dissimulation His politick but bloody Malice drest And starting from his seat in zealous Passion Tore his own Clothes in token of his high Distaste at that presumed Blasphemy 93. 'T is true his Law did cleerly Him forbid To rend his Clothes but what car'd He for Law Who now about Injustice beat his Head And onely aim'd how He the World might draw Into opinion that the Pris'ners Case Beyond all possible holy Patience was 94. Vain Hypocrite keep thy Clothes whole to hide Thy shamelesse self whom Thou one day shalt tear For setting forth this Embleme which doth bid The People use the Pris'ner at the Bar As Thou thy Robe But they are dull and yet Reade not what Thou commend'st to Them by it 95. They read it not But Psyche bloody He Awakes their drowsie crueltie and cries What need we further Witnesses for yee Your selves have heard his wide-mouth'd Blasphemies Speak what you think the Case seems unto Me So plain that I dare let you Judges be 96. O Righteous Judge and worthy of the Chair Of reverend Moses who doth first invite The People unto Blood and then repair Unto their Sentence Whither Wrong or Right Speak what think ye a Firebrand is and will Kindle the Furie of their Murdering Zeal 97. For when the Bloodhounds feel their feet are loose They straight pursue the Sent and with joint Crie Proclaim him guiltie And say They may Those Not live who think He is not fit to Die This roaring Sentence serv'd the turn and so Abused Jesus for Condemn'd doth goe 98. What matter though the sacred Rolls can show No Statute which as due his Life demands This Popular extemporal Vote is Law Enough to yeeld Him into barbarous Hands And He so foul and monstrous is his Cause Must die for breaking that which never was 99. Forthwith the busie Officers and all The insolent Servants take Him as their Prey And setting him amidst the smoakie Hall Make his unmoved Patience their Play Where as a Preface to his deep disgrace Their odious Scorn they spit upon his Face 100. One at his Mouth another at his Eyes One at his Nose another at his Beard His Slaver aimes and impudently tries To shoot his shame with Art Was ever heard Such putid Crueltie Where are ô Jews Your Eyes and Face that thus you His abuse 101. Have not all Beauties made their gracefull seat In this Majestick Look Is Libanus Is Paradise is Heav'n so fair and sweet Are Phebu's Eyes so purely glorious Is delicate Aurora's April Cheek So roseal as this so soft so sleek 102. Cull out ten thousand of the fairest Faces Where goodly Feature ever made her home And draw an Extract of their richest Graces Yet that bright Quincessence must 〈◊〉 come Into the presence of these Looks to which All Humane Beauties cannot hope to reach 103. For ne'r did milder purer Lovelinesse Crown'd with the best of Comlinesse's Joyes Flourish upon so fair a Throne as His Accomplish'd Countenance in which the Choise Jewells of most incomparable Grace Had every one their goodly proper place 104. And must this blessed Face of Sweets alone Be made the Sinck of your vile Excrement Much rather upon Caiapha's or on Great Cesar's Cheeks your Spittle might be spent Or on the Starts whose Fires all lighted were At those bright Eyes your Filth becloudeth here 105. Is this the pay his Spittle must receive His Soveraign Spittle which unto the Blinde His never known nor hop d for Sight did give That now Himselfe his own pure Eyes Must finde Drown'd in the Scum of your foule Mouths O stay Dear Psyche I have something more to say 106. Thy pious Tears are ready broach'd I see To wash this filth from off thy Spouses face But rein them in a while that they may be Officious unto His more deep Di grace The greatest Griefs are still behinde More great Than thine or then the whole Worlds Tears can wet 107. These Varlets when their clotted
But now Aurora from the roseall East Had newly dressed and sent out the Day To finish his Designe of Night the Priest To Pilate doth dispatch thy Lord away Nor needs He teach his Miscreants what to doe Who Spights fell Trade had better learn'd than so 134. For strait the boistrous Rout with Cords and Chains Load JESU'S Hands and Feet and hurrie him To Pilat's Palace All the Streets and Lanes Sweat with tumultuous Crowds who pour'd their stream Of Scoffs of Curses and of Blasphemy Upon his innocent Head as He pass'd by 135. Hast Thou not seen how in a silver Night The mad-brain'd Doogs all gather in the Street Where with united Barkings at the Light Of beuteous Phebe Heav'n and Earth they beat Such and so causeless were the Clamors which Against thy Lord these railing Curs did stretch 136. Arrived thus at the Pretorium They In to the Governor the Pris'ner send For this with them was a Religious Day And no unholy Place forsooth could stand With their strict Pietie who clensed were To celebrate their reverend Passover 137. Shame on their foul Hypocrisie who in The midit of this their zealous Sanctitie With eager furie strive to act a Sinn To monstrous to be exprated by Their greatest Sacrifices Power and strain By this Lambs blood their Paschall Lamb to stain 138. But when the Judge came forth and ask'd them what Offence exposed Jesu's Life to Law The surly Priests grew insolently hot And cri'd We hop'd the Governor e'r now Had understood that our grave Sanhedrim No Malefactors makes without a Crime 139. Can it be thought that We would load a Lamb With chains and send Him for a Wolfe to Thee If so to Us his Censure and his Shame Is due and ours the Nails and Crosse must be O then release that righteous Soule and bid The slanderous Sanbedrim be Crucifi'd 140. To this bold Shift was Malice driven to make Meer Accusation for Conviction passe But then repli'd the Judge what made you take This pains since you have found the Pris'ners Case So fouly grosse you might and may doe now Goe sacrifice him unto your own Law 141. True said the Priests nor had our pious Zeal Loiter'd thus long did but out Law permit Our righteous Indignation to deal With such a Malefactor as is fit The Crosse is his high due and none but you That decent Doom can upon Him bestow 142. The generous Romane shak'd his head to see The Jewes so shamelesse in their bloody Hate And yet to coole their mutinous Spirits He Commands the Pris'ner to the Judgement Seat But first requir'd Them fairly to display What horrid Crimes they to his Charge could lay 143. Enforced heer Themselves to shelter in The Sanctuarie of some strong-built Lie If We said they by his outragious Sion Were able but to mould and tune our Crie The Noise not onely would amaze your Ear But rend all Heav'n and Veng'ance downward tear 144. For know just Sir that in profound Despight To Heav'n and that unspotted Truth which We Receiv'd from thence this hellish Brat of Night Blush'd not to broach his blasphemous Heresie But through the credulous Countrey Preaching ran Tainting the honest Commons with his Bane 145. Yet well it were if Heav'n alone had been The Butt of his bold sinne but traytorous He Endeavoured to work his dangerous teen On Earth and its Imperiall Majestie Great Caesars Tribute he deni'd as due And his vile self he for a King did shew 146. Thus roar'd the Priests But when the Judge had well The businesse weigh'd by grave Examination With Spight and not with Truth he found it swell And therefore made this honest Protestation Had I your Eyes I know not what might be But with mine own no fault in Him I see 147. As when the Flames are by the Winde beat back With boiling Murmure they their Wrath increase And a more violent Combustion make Strengthning themselves against the stoutest Trees So the repulsed Priests more hot did grow And with full mouth these Exclamations blow 148. 'T is strange wise Pilate should not cleerly see What all about our Nation is spred For all Samaria and Judea He Hath with this Heresie envenomed Which first he broach'd in Galile and thence Extended its pestiferous influence 149. But this defer'd their bloody Hopes for now The mention of Galile did put Pilate upon a further Search to know Whither the Pris'ner did belong or not To Antipas his power which when he found Unto the Tetrarch He dispatch'd Him bound 150. Thus through new Streets and new Revilings He To surly Herod's Lodging hurried is Herod could not conceal his Joy to see Him whom his unbeleeving Curiousnesse Had long desired since his Court did ring With Jesu's Acts which Fame did thither bring 151. And now he doubts not but the Pris'ner will In hopes to gain his Favour and good Word Strain to the utmost of his Power and skill And some Miraculous Spectacle afford But Herod knew not that this Man was He Who scorn'd to buy his life with flatterie 152. Thick were the Questions which He spurr'd to Him But Jesus would no idle Motions hear For with grave Silence still he answer'd them And though the Preists and Scribes all railed there He said as little to their shamelesse Lie As to the Tetrarchs Curiositie 153. Is this said Herod big with high disdain Great Caesar's Rival who is onely fit As King of sheepish stupid Fools to reign Is this that Wonder-working He who yet Has neither Hand nor Head nor Power nor Bâ—ain Himself accus'd and scorned to maintain 154. Is all the wide-spread Glorie of his Name Are all his Miracles shrunk in to this That he Himself with most ignoble shame Should prove a Miracle of Sottishnesse Is this the King to tear whose young heart out Through thousand Infants breasts my Father sought 155. How my fond fancy wrong'd brave John when I Dream'd this was he to life returned But Should it be Iohn his grosse Stupidity Assureth Me Revived He is not Come Souldiers use your antick Wits that so We may have sport at least before he goe 156. Glad were the Guard and ready equallie To mock at Iesus and to please their Lord About Him round They danc'd with hideous Crie And bid him still that Tempest with his Word And when He silent stood conjur'd Him to Cast that dumb Divell out which bound Him so 157. One limping comes and Him intreats to heal His withered Foot with which he kicks Him strait Another cries O make this Lame Hand well And then he beats Him with its brawnie weight A third desires Him to restore a dead Dog unto Life then throws it at his Head 158. But wearied with their scornfull sports at last Come dresse Him Like a Prince the Tesrarch cri'd And let the Iews return their King to taste What Banquet Pilate will for Him provide His entertainment surely must be high In Correspondence to his Royaltie 159.
dearest limbs well sold Yea and their Hearts and Lives if so they may Upon their Herses wear triumphant Bay 395. But now as in the Fornace of his Pain This helplesse Victor fries he cryes I thirst For sure He longed to drink up and drain The dregs of grief that none of the accurs'd And deadly draught he might behinde him leave His mortall Brethren evermore to grieve 396. Yet they unkindly on a Reed present Him Vinagre who broach'd the Wine for them The Wine of his dear Blood all which He spent To wash and cheer their hearts Does he not seem O salvage Jews without the help of this Your gift to have enough of bitternes 397. Is this your thanks to Him who every year Your stream of harvest-pleasures poures on you Who to compleat your Banquet doth prepare Those soveraign dainties which in Eden grow And who mean while hath with his bounteous hand Giv'n you your milk and honcy slowing Land 398. Yet Jesus takes it kindly Psyche He Knew well this knawing draught would best besit The dying King of greif whose miserie So dear and pretious on his Soule did sit That He their wine aromatiz'd with Myrrh Thought far lesse pleasant then this Vinagre 399. Besides that Poison he remembred well Which from th' enchanting apples sweets did flow By wholsome Bitternes he means to heal Ev's liquorish Luxury His Palate now Doth expiate Hers and nobly teacheth it That apples fatall rellish to forget 400. And now the Tragedie began to draw To its sad end for Jesus having by Immortall patience undergone the Law And curse and grappled with the monstrous frie Of all the Worlds Transgressions lifts his head In triumphup and cryes T is finished 401. O that it were said Mary who stood by So should my Soule live still with my dear Lord. If he has found a way how not to die Why does sweet Jesus not make good his Word By coming down So sighed pious she But he made haste to his Catastrophe 402. For Justice now had nothing more to say Since by the streams which down the Cross did slow All her Objections were wash'd away And every Page of her black book did grow As pure and faire as the serenest skies When rescued from the gloomy clouds disguise 403. Wherefore she straight dismiss'd her horrid train And then withdrew her self These being gone Jesus look'd up into his Heav'n again And saw the veil which dwelt till now upon His Fathers face remov'd O 〈◊〉 sight O cheerly morning after heavy night 404. He saw his everlasting Arms as wide Stretch'd out as his were on the Cross He saw His blessed bosome ope which seem'd to bid Him to his nest of bliss return and grow His happy self again He saw his eye Flaming in pittying Loves extremitie 405. An everlasting Laurell in his hand He saw designed to confute the shame Of his own thorny crown He saw the grand Cherubick quire ambitious to proclaim His Conquests in their songs And at the sight Resolv'd to die he cryes with all his might 406. Father into thine hands I here commit My Spirit which thou woo'st to come to thee Up flew that mightie word and after it Out brake his blessed Soule for strait way he Bow'd down his Head submitting sweetly to That will he came by life and death to doe 407. The holy Temple heard his dying cry And as it could its Clothes tore for loe Its veil in sunder rent and seemed by That ruptures mouth to say I must let goe My priviledge and Jewish rites must be Resigned unto Christianitie 408. Earth heard it too and quaked at the noise Her rocks did rend her sepulchres did ope And many sleeping Saints wak'd at the voice Russled their dust together and gat up Natures commotion was so great and strange That in the guard it strait begot a Change 409. The bold Centurion with the Earth did quake So did the Soldiers with the rocks and cry Surely the World slept in a deep mistake Whilst it perceiv'd not Jesu's Deitie His Father now has owned Him and He Did when himself was pleas'd in blisse to be 410. For still his vitals in their strength remain d And he had force enough a while to live Witnesse that finall Blast for which he strain'd When He that strong and thundering cry did give These wretched theives we see still in their Pain 〈◊〉 he in his own rest is gone to reign 411. Nay ev'n on salvage and obdurate Jews So far can guilty Fear prevail that now The danger-stricken People could not chuse But grant their Hearts did feel this Terrors Blow For though their sullen Tongue would not their Fist Confest their fright upon their beaten Breast 412. Here Psyche whose soft Heart had come and gone A thousand times as he the Story told Now yeilded unto Griefs Dominion And e'r her Guardian spi'd it down she roll'd Joyning her Passion to her Lords and trying To live with Him who di'd for Her by dying 413. But Phylax by his heav'nly tender Art Soon cheer'd and rais'd her up and told her She Must 〈◊〉 now unto the other Part Which of this Sadnesse made a Comedie She look'd and sigh'd and cri'd All Joyes are dead When Jesus dies and yet dear Sir proceed 414. Know then said He this Passion and Death Hath pu chas'd all the Joyes that Heav'n can breed And cancell'd every fatal Bond of Wrath Which Sin had drawn against old Adams Seed All Jesu's Wounds are Gates by which Man may Take freely into Paradise his way 415. All sort of Pains and Shames and Sorrows he With matchlesse valour did monopolize The spightfull Wit of all Hells Treachery He vanquished by being made its Prize And yeilding up his meritorious Breath Blew down the Power ev'n of prevailing Death 416. Which when fell Satan saw it him repented Of this great bus'nesse he had brought about And at his Den in Paxis he lamented His undermin'd Designe when Crying out Great Pan is dead he made confession how He had projected his own Overthrow 417. For this was Pan indeed the God of Sheep Who held his tender Flock so dear that He From Wolves and Lyons it secure to keep Expos'd Himselfe to all Extremity And for the Fold found a sure Rampart out When with his Blood He moated it about 418. But now a Soldier he whose onely Heart Was harder than those Rocks which Griefe did burst Boldly took on him Cruelties last Part For into Jesu's side his Sphear he thrust Deep in his Heart the Iron div'd and brought The finall Stream of Blood and Water out 419. That Water which the Pericardium bound About the Heart that Blood which in it dwelt Thus all that in thy Saviour was found To feed and feast his Friends He freely spilt The Pelican so with her dearest Blood Diets and fattens up her dearer Brood 420. This done the Sun unveild his Clouded Eye And joyed the Redeemed World to see Forthwith the monstrous Shades away
Neer to the Tombe He peeped forth on Them 105. He peeped forth and little thought that Day Was up before and had prevented Him This Day was Jesus his and scornd to stay And be beholden to the tardie beam Of glaring Phoebus since it of its own Glories had ample store its head to crown 106. So had the Corps of Sweets had it lain still But this was gone Yet shall religious They Finde something which will their Devotion fill With Satisfaction and in full repay Their Odours Price for in the Tombe they see An Angel sitting in bright Majesty 107. This was that noble Spirit who in haste Flew down from Heav'n just as thy Lord gat up And whose prest bus'nes was away to cast That mighty stone which did the Tombs Mouth stop That these religious Visitants might there See how their Saviours Words performed were 108. And gallantly his blessed Work he did For at his mighty coming Earth did quake The Seal was startled and in peeces fled The trembling Stone was ready too to break And had in shivers fallen had not he Roll'd it aside and bid it quiet be 109. When loe the Watch which at the Sepulchre Guarded the High-priests Sin with Swords and Spears Forthwith beyond their own protection were Being arrested by prodigious Fears The Hills Commotion reached to their Hearts Which with the Seal split in a thousand parts 110. But chiefly at the Angels Presence They Were seiz'd with their intoletable Fright His shining Roabs were glorious as the Day And partners with the driven Snow in white For 't was his Easter Suit the Suit he had To honor this bright Feast on purpose made 111. And yet the Lustre which kept Holiday Rejoycing in his delicate attire Could not such wealthy floods of rays display As streamed from his aspects fairer fire For in the Majesty of his sweet face A spring of living lightning bubling was 112. In this celestiall bravery his threne He took upon the stone he rolled thence Whence his illustrious terror he upon The eyes of all the Soldiers did dispense At whose bright dint forthwith each man let fall His sword and tumbled down himself withall 113. They tumbled down and where they tumbled lay For though they gladly would have farther fled Alas they had no Power to run away Pallid Amazement naild them there for dead Thus they who came to guard thy Saviours Tombe Into capacity of their own were come 114. When the two Maries spi'd this Stranger there And all the Watch before Him slain with Dread They in their Passion began to share And had not Innocence its Protection spred Over their hearts this Apparition had An equal Conquest on their Spirits made 115. But when the Angel saw them drawing neer He sweetly intercepted further Fright You have said he no portion in this fear Which on this Watch of Wickednesse doth light I know your errand well and here he smil'd And all his face with gentler lustre fill'd 116. You likewise Come to Watch the Corps but yet To Pray withall You Jesus come to finde Although his Crosse and Shame themselves do set Full in your way to daunt your pious Minde You bravely Come although a Guard stood here Your Spices and Devotions to prefer 117. You in courageous forgetfulnes Of your faint feeble sex Come to attend Upon his body who forsaken is By his own Masculine Scholars I commend Your early valiant zeal although it be Arrived here too late your Hopes to see 118. For Jesus earlier was up than you And unto slaughter'd death bequeath'd his Tombe His royall Word long since He pass'd you know And this prefixed morning being come Impossible it was that longer He In Deaths coldregion should froazen bee 119. Doubt not this news I tell Come in and let Your eyes convince your hearts His empty bed You see with all the Cloaths and Sheets of it This Bed from whence He nobly flourished Into new life a cold dead bed but He You know sprung first from dry virginitie 120. The Angels Words the holy Women read Plain in the Grave and in the Grave-cloaths yet So deeply were their Soules astonished At this 〈◊〉 of wonders which beset Their unprovided thoughts that they surmise Some pleasing error flattered their eyes 121. Which He perceiving sweetly chode their doubt Their jealous faintnes and dejected eyes Demanding why they in Deaths Closet sought For Him who thence to open life did rise He cheers them then and tels them they shall be The Angels of this news as well as He. 122. Make haste said he to the Disciples who As jealous of this busines are as you Bid them be cheerly and to Galile goe Where unto them their Lord himself will show And gentle Soules you to forestall their doubt May tell them you from me this message brought 123. Out went the pious Women in a sweet Distraction of loving feare and joy The glorious Miracle did feare beget The blessed news new comfort did display With doubtfull certainty they trembling ran And told their sight to Peter and to John 124. Deer Sirs they cry'd ô what what shall we doe The onely Relict of our Hope is gone But where our Lords sweet body is or who Hath born it from the tombe God knows alone We with these eyes the empty Grave beheld Which us with terrible amazement fill'd 125. Indeed an Angell if our fancie did Not cheat our ears joy to our sorrow spake And told us that our Saviour from his Bed Of death was rise commanding us to make You with the news acquainted But whate'r The matter is our hearts still beat with fear 126. He bad us charge you and your Brethren all To meet in Galile For there said he Their risen Masters apparition shall Requite th' attendance of their Pietie O that it might be so though he had set Ev'n the Worlds furthest end for you to meet 127. So spake the Women but the standers by Shak'd their wise heads at the unlikely news And see said they the wilde credulitie Of female hearts whom fancy doth abuse How fine a storie they can forge and fashion Of no materials but imagination 128. And yet for all this censure wiser John Fir'd at the news thought not of Galile But in Loves loyall disobedience ran Hither the present Miracle to see The same spur prick'd on Peter too and He Stoutly set forward in his company 126. Unto their Prey no Eagles e'r did post With heartier Speed ne'r did Ambition make To Crowns and Scepters more impatient hast No Spark to Heav'n its course did ever take With braver Zeal than this religious Pair Flew to observe the empty Sepulchre 56. But John in whose soft Breast more flames did reign More flames of Youth and more of gallant Love His fellow-traveller did soon out-strein And gat before In vain old Peter strove For though his Tongue were alwaies forward yet John had the quicker Heart and nimbler Feet 131. He first came to the Tombe
but stricken there With awfull reverence onely sent his Eye Into the bottome of the Cavern where The Resurrections Relicts He did spie The linen Clothes which had the grace to kisse The sacred Body of all Sweetnesses 132. But panting Peter there arrived ' in The wonted boldnesse of his fervid Zeal Entred the Cave Which pattern straight did win So much on John that to the Spectacle He follow'd Him and with joint Wonder there Gaz'd and examined the Sepulchre 133. He gaz'd and cleerly found his Eye told true This rous'd his Faith and made Her likewise ope Her Eyes the blessed Mystery to view She look'd and plainly saw Her Lord was up And needed now no Angels Tongue to seal To Her the Truth of that grand Miracle 134. These two Disciples having seen their fill To feed upon the Wonder home return'd But Magdalene who had thither follow'd still Stay'd by the Tomb to quench her Heart which burn'd With Griefs impatient Love The Springs which kept In both her Eys she Bravely broach'd wept 135. She weep'd and pitted her prevented Spice Which now breath'd short and panting lay to see It came too late to be a Sacrifice Unto the Lord of Sweets She weep'd that she Her Tears Drink-offring could present no more On his Feets blessed Altar as before 136. Had she the plenitude of whatsoe'r Th' idolatrous World ' adores she still would be Poorer than Poverty it selfe whilst here She nothing findeth but Vacuity The empty Tombe with open Mouth alas Tells her her onely Gem removed was 137. Removed and quite lost for ought she knew And how can Mary live without her Life Such lamentable Mourning never slew The Turtles Joies in her disconsolate strife Of Love and Grief when her dear Mate is lost As this sad Storme of Weeping Mary tost 138. Thus having Weep'd for what she saw again She look'd to read fresh cause of further Tears But in the Tombe she spi'd new Splendor reign Two Angells ready to out-shine her Fears And drie her Cheeks with Comfort there did sit One at the Monuments Head one at the Feet 139. In festival Array they gorgeous were Being clothed in Joies Colour milkie White Woman said They what reason finde you here To cloud your brows in this fair Sceen of Light Alas cri'd she what Light mine Eyes can cheer Seeing my Lord is laid I know not where 140. Her Eyes here gush'd a fresh and back she turn'd To give their crowding Streams full Liberty But Jesus Heart which melted as she mourn'd And answered ever Tear by Sympathy Could not endure her gentle Soule to see Suspended longer in this Agonie 141. For back unto his Sepulchre he stepp'd That his dear Weepens loyal Eyes might see Their earned Spectacle And Why she wept Was his soft Question but blubber'd she Blinded with Grief could not discover Who It was examin'd her about her Woe 142. She took Him for the Gardner of the place And meekly pray'd him if he had Removed The Body thence to tell her where it was That she might goe and wait on her Beloved And 't was the Gardner who did plant and dresse The World in goodly Braveries excesse 143. The Gardner who betimes a Weeding fell Ev'n in the virgin Spring of his Creation Those rank encroaching Weeds which on Heav'ns 〈◊〉 Aspir'd to over-grow the new Plantation Up by the roots he pluck'd in righteous ite And threw them thence into eternal Fire 144. The Gardner who at length deign'd to come down Unto his Nurserie in Earths Valley where All Tares and Poisnous 〈◊〉 that 〈◊〉 had sown He rooted up and out of matchlesse care To make the Soil be fertile every Bed With his own pretious Blood he watered 145. The Gardner who contented was to let The Thorns upon his Temples rather stand Than they should vex the Grafts which he had set In his own Body by his tender hand The Gardner who indeed had born away What in the Tombe untill this morning lay 146. But pittying Magdalens gloomy sorrow He Whose single potent Word all Clouds can clear In Loves milde tone the onely musick she Could be delighted with saluted her Yet his salute was neere as short as sweet For onely by her name He Her did greet 147. Mary in Maries ear no sooner sounded From Jesu's lips but to her breast it flew And with incomparable joy rebounded Upon her wakened heart She straitway knew The blessed voice in her own Name for this With sweet significance did echo his 148. She knew 't was Jesus and her heart must now Have split with swelling triumph had not she Unlock'd it strait and let it freely flow In a full torrent of high Pietie Her Life her Love her Heav'n when least shee thought Were all at once to her fruition brought 149. Surely a Breast so soft as hers had by This sudden onset of all joyes been broke Had not her Lord with his own Potency Assisted Her to beare the mighty stroak Master she cry'd but then could not go on Her ecstafie her other words out-ran 150. Down flat she fell and aimed at those feet Which pious she before did oint and kiss No Haste dear Mary Jesus cry'd for yet At ample distance my Ascention is But go and tell my Brethren I intend Unto our common Father to ascend 151. At this injunction Marie needs must goe Who on the Angels errand went before And yet her loyall Heart could not doe so But still behinde did linger to adore Her lost-found Lord whom that she ne're again Might loose Her Soule she to his feet did chain 152. This Message startled the Disciples but The hubbub of the City mov'd them more For by the Watch-men now the news had got Into the Town and knock'd at every door The High-priests wakened at the summons call A Common Council and to Plotting fall 153. Their Heads they beat and boulted every way How they their now endanger'd fame might save How they might damp the Resurrections day And stop the open mouth of Jesu's Grave Long did they think but could no trick contrive How he who lived might not seem to live 154. For Belzebub who us'd to have his Place In all their Councils tardy came that day His new-received wound and deep disgrace Upon his vanquish'd heart with terror lay Yet seeing them so forwards lothe he was The Priests in his own trade should him surpass 155. He rais'd his head and wiped off the gore Three times he sighed and three times he shook His broken horns and at the last he swore By his own might and realus that though the stroak Took him at unawars yet Jesus had How e'r he brav'd it out no Conquest made 156. And had he been said he a generous foe He would have pitch'd the day and pitch'd the field With trumpets sound he would have march'd unto The fight and not his slie designe conceal'd He would have called Heav'n and Earth to be Spectators of his noble Chevalrie 157. But
ward whether He is gone Who stamp'd them heer their Eys will know no Lid But make the Beams recoil the Rafters run Aside and suffer no Concameration To damm the way of Jesu's Exaltation 291. Thus Psyche have I made thee trace thy Lord To his last footsteps through a thousand ways All set with Mercie and made good my Word Thou seest how He a countermure doth raise Against Sinns Battery and thou needst not fear Hells Spight now Heav'n for thee doth take such care 392. Nor durst I doubt but thine owne Heart will say This thy long Pilgrimage is well requited Which hath presented thee a full Display Of that wherewith all Angells are delighted Whose Souls then with sublimest Joy do leap When on these Mysteries of Love they peep 293. Their Harness heer upon his Steeds he threw Who all this while were feeding on the Hill The meaning of that warning Psyche knew And on her knee prayd him to tarry till She gave the Reins to her Devotion As other Pilgrims unto theirs had done 294. He smil'd and stayd But She flat on her face Innumerable Kisses heap'd upon The venerable Stepps and long it was Before her amorous Sighs and Tears had done At length her Bosome with the Dust she fill'd And cri'd Go thou and my foul Body gild 295. Then casting up to Heav'n her zealous Eye After her Spouse a thousand Thoughts she sent To whom her panting Soul strove hard to flie Upon the Wings of her high Ravishment But when she felt her self stick still to Earth Fresh Tears at first and then these Words brake forth 296. Why may my Heart not be where most it is O Thou my dearest Life ô Jesu why Since Thou art mounted to the Topp of Bliss And leav'st Me Dead have I not leave to Die Never was any Ghost but I till now In its own Body bound and chaind below 297. I by thy Cross and Death was wholly slain And by thy Resurrections Life I grew Alive and safe and vigorous again But thy Ascension doth my Death renew Since nothing of my Life poor I can finde But these bare footsteps left Me heer behinde 298. Sweet Lord by these thy Psyche cannot live Though for thy Sake they pretious are to Me O no! their Worth doth but more reason give To long for most inestimable Thee If any footstepp Me can satisfie It must be that which next thy foot doth lie 299. Hast Thou not said that Earth thy Footstool is As well as Heav'n thy Throne O mighty Lord 'T will be thy Handmaydes most accomplish d Blisse If thou but unto Me make'st good that Word Loe I thy Dust the Footstool crave to be Of thy now Heav'n-enthroned Majesty 300. High my Petition is and bold I know And yet the worthlesse Dew must needs aspire To Heav'n it selfe when once it gins to glow With Phoebu's sweet and most attracting Fire Nor can the Spark in its dull Ashes lie But must have leave to venture at the Skie 301. Alas what is this weary World to Me What are the silver Sphears and golden Sun Could I reign Queen of every Thing I see At my sole Nod would all Earths Kindreds ran What were this Empire worth now Thou art gone Whom Psyche must esteem her Crown alone 302. 'T is not thy heav'nly Paradise that I Ambitious am to see 't is not thy Court Of Angels though by Phylax's company I guesse their Worth 't is not the Pomp and Port That flows about thy throne Nor doe I long To dance unto thy Quires eternal Song 303. My Heart doth pant for Thee and onely Thee And could'st Thou be in Hell I never more Would loose a Looking up to Heav'n but be Inamored of that Abysse and poure My Longings and my Labours downward till I at thy Feet my Vows and Soule could spill 304. O why art Thou so infinitely sweet Or rather Why must We that Sweetnesse know If Thou deer Jesu dost not think it meet Unto our Fires their 〈◊〉 to allow Away Thou flyest and Forsaken We Ev'n by thy sweets and Blisse tormented be 305. How can I help this my excessive Passion Or how can it deserve these Torments Since Thine own Love doth professe Immoderation And guilty is of boundlesse influence In which soft Sea of Fire whilst drown'd I am What can I doe but burn with answering Flame 306. Blame Me not blessed Lord it is not I But Thou thy Selfe rebounding from my Heart Who beat'st Heav'n with this Importunity And call'st for Ease for my mysterious Smart Had'st Thou by Love not stampd thy Selfe upon My Soule now Psyche had let Thee alone 307. Remembet Jesu what it is to be Forsaken ô remember thine own Crie When in thy Desolation on the Tree Thy Father Thou didst challenge May not I Use thine own Words My God my God why now Dost Thou thy desolate Psyche leave below 308. Upon this Olivet my Calvary I finde and to my Crosse am nailed here Ten thousand Torments in my Bosome lie And full as many Thorns as planted were Upon thy Tempels in my Heart doe stick Where all the Bowels of my Soule they prick 309. O Love why must thine onely Tyranny The Bounds of other Cruelties exceed Why will it not allow the Courtesie Of Death unto thy Vassals who are Dead By its reviving Slaughters and desire To be free Holocausts in thy sweet Fire 310. Her Passion here beyond expression grew Yet though She with her Tongue no more could speak With her resolved Eyes to Heav'n she flew And there a long Oration did make Both long and fluent in th' exuberance Of Tears the streams of strongest Eloquence 311. But Phylux having to Her tender Heart Thus far indulg'd thought fit to stop Her here Psyche said He imagin not Thou art Inamored more than the Disciples were Of thy Ascended Lord yet desolate They Warn'd by the 〈◊〉 meekly went away 312. I in their room that Warning give to Thee On Heav'n why dost Thou naile thine eyes in vain Thy Saviour is too high for Thee to see Till on a Cloud He posteth back again Then shalt Thou look thy Fill of Blisse and be To all thy Loves Extremities let free 313. Mean while thine Adorations and Imbraces On his dear Name and Memory thou mayst poure Come le ts away that by these signal places Of Mercies Triumphs thy soft Heart no more May tortured be Here on her hand he laid His own and raised up the heavie Maid 114. Then in his Chariot gently Her he set Who on the Footsteps kept her hankering eye But instantly he mov'd his reins to let His Coursers know he gave them liberty Forth with their goodly mains in answer They Shook in proud hast and gallopped away PSYCHE OR LOVES MYSTERIE CANTO XV. The Poyson ARGUMENT LEaving his Psyche carefull Phylax arms With whole some sage Advice her tender breast Yet shee the Venome of Heretick Charms And Spurious Reasons wiles could not resist Phylax returns and in his
Venus and unto its Cupps As to the Bottles of her bosome goe Whence onely furious uncleannesse drops This is the purest Juice that can be prest From Chastities own most unspotted breast 126. Of this milde Doves may drink and never fear An inflammation which might entrench On their chaste Spirits Devoted Virgins heer Their 〈◊〉 and bashfull Hearts may safely drench This Liquor breeds no flames but soft and cool Which though they burn cannot infect the soul. 127. Should Greek Canarie or Pannonian Wine Should Spanish French Italian and the rest Which crown the Bowles of Princes all combine In one Extraction and be richly drest With Aromatick Helps they would be all If paralleld with this but costly Gall. 128. Ambitious Cleopatra's sumptuous Bowle Where her Luxuriant Jewell learn'd to swimme And its inestimable Riches roule Melted and mixed with the gallant stream Compared with this Cup was full as vile As any Bottle filled at her Nile 129. This makes those wines all blush for their own shame Which in proud Belteshazzers Goblets smil'd Which Holofernes to the beauteous Dame And yet more Masculine then Beauteous fild That Dame who in her Nations quarrell durst Lesse for his Wine than for his heart-blood thirst 130. Sardanapalus with his Coste and Care Such precious liquor never could obtaine No Epicurean wishes ever were Advanced unto so sublime a strain As to desire so rich a Draught as this Whose worthabove all Fancies Compasse is 131. For where the Juice of other Grapes doth reign Both Sense and Reason feel its Tyranny Which being drownd together with their Brain Forth with each Member and each faculty To beastly Madnesse is enslav'd and flies On Murders Rapines Rapes and Villanies 132. But where this Wine of Angels domineers The Heart with noble Drunkennesse it fills For all its Powers and Spirits it overbears With a sweet stream of mystick Miracles Untill intoxicated by this Flood Of Love and Heav'n the Man is Drunk with God 133. Strange Psyche are this Drunkennesses Fits Oft have I seen and them as oft admired The World has thought these Men besides their Wits When with this Liquors flame it saw them fired But We know what ecstatick Raptures mean And Zeals exploits when it hath got the Rein. 134. Oft have I seen brave Spirits when they rose From this great Banquet fill'd with generous Rage Flie in the face of Sin and nobly choose The stoutest Foes whereon they might engage Their heav'nly Confidence nor has their high Adventure faild to reach down Victory 135. Oft have I seen Them scorn the Frown of Death Oft have I seen them hug the Crosse and Spear Oft have I heard them spend their finall breath In wooing greater Torments to come neer Oft have I seen them enter single fight Both with the Peers and with the Prince of Night 136. For well they know what Strength they have within And by tenacious Faith they hold it fast How can those Champions ever fail to win Amidst whose Armour Heav'n it selfe is plac'd What Battery can prevail against that Breast Which is infallibly with God possest 137. For to augment the Wonder Psyche this Great Feast of Feasts can never all be spent When Millions are filled still it is Intirely whole and knows no detriment So though the whole World drinks in Air yet still The undiminish'd Region is full 138. And yet not so For here each One doth eate The totall Feast yet each One leaves it whole These antecedent Ages cannot cheat Those which lagg on behinde whilst Heav'n doth roll And Earth stand still this ever-teeming Bord. The same Delights will unto All afford 139. No Fount lives on such living Springs as dwell In this pure Cup of Life to which though all The World doe daily flock to drink yet still It keeps its equal Plenitude nor shall The busie School with all its Company Of Doubts and Queries hope to draw it drie 140. Though all Heav'ns starry Tapers lighted be At Phebu's eyes his Raies are still intire Though in each River Fountain Lake or Sea His Image shines yet his original Fire Is onely one which doth it selfe so wide In its compleat Similitude divide 141. Thus and more really than thus this Feast Most absolutely One it selfe doth spread Into the Mouth and Heart of every Guest And there far more celestial Splendor shed Than when the Sun by his meridian Ray Triumphs upon the highest Throne of Day 142. The Blessed Lord not many years agoe Had borrow'd of the World Humanity And dress'd Himselfe in Maries bowells so That He became compleatly Man yet He Though by this Condescent new Raies He set In Natures Crown still thought Himselfe in debt 143. Right Generous as He was He ment to pay All back again which He receiv'd from Her His Body and his Blood He ment to lay Upon the Crosse and make Requitall there To all his Creditors and freely by That Payment ransome Them from Misery 144. And yet because his Humane Nature He So dearly lov'd that He resolv'd to bear It home in Triumph and eternalie Those Robes of boundlesse Love and Mercie Wear E'r He his journey took He plotted how It might Ascend and yet Remain below 145. Remain below and be as oft Restored As Man would please to take it And the way He Instituted was by this adored Mysterious Banquet which doth day by day Repay his Flesh and Blood that Man may eat And drink and with his God incorporate 146. For to compleat his most excessive Love Beyond the reach of any Parauel This 〈◊〉 Pay He doth so far improve That his 〈◊〉 Godhead joyns to swell The royall Feast for this can never be Dissevered from his Humanity 147. O Banquet fit for His Magnificence Who is the Universes Soveraign By this dear Project Psyche Mercies Prince Collecteth in his more than golden Chain His World unto Himself and ties 〈◊〉 close That no Disunion can interpose 148. The glorious Incarnation began To tie this Knot which now redoubled is There God vouchsas d to joyne Himselfe with Man Here Man has leave to make the Juncture His And knit himself to his 〈◊〉 O What God stoop'd ever to his Creature so 149. By this sweet Combination Men doe grow 〈◊〉 of their Singularities Their 〈◊〉 Interests their I and Thou Their Mine and 〈◊〉 their grounds of Avarice Of Envie of 〈◊〉 any comply In holy Peaces common Unitie 150. This is the Cement which together ties The Stones which in the Churches Fabrik lie The common Ligature which doth comprise Each Joynt and Member in the Mysterie Of Christs spirituall Body untill He The Shepheard and his Sheep in one agree 151. For as the Reasonable Soule doth swimm Intirely one through all the Body yet In every Member and in every Limm In its Totality doth single sit So by this Sacramentall Union Jesus is One to All and All to One 152. Beleeve it Psyche though thy Mortal Eye Sees no such brave Attendance on this Bord Yet
thick the Waiters stand whose Dignity Shines next the Glories of their royall Lord No Prince was on his Coronation Day E'r honored by such Servitors as They. 153. The gallant Cherubs and the Seraphs here With legions of fairest Angels meet And in all awfull Reverence draw neer Ravish'd at what you Mortals Drink and Eat Here royall Principalities attend Here Thrones bowe down heer Dominions bend 154. For when they are above in their bright sphear The glorious Ocean of eternal Sweets Their blessed Eyes behold no richer Cheer Than Mercy on this noble Table sets Nor did the Cherubs which kept Paradise Finde there such glorious Varieties 155. Pure are their Eyes and they can easily passe Through the thick Veil which on the Feast doth lie A Veil which in profound Compassion was Thrown on the Count'nance of this Mystery Which darts more glories from its naked face Than ever did great Mose's Temples grace 156. So long as mortall Grossenesse sticks upon The Brows of Man and cloggs his feeble Sight One glimpse of heav'nly Majesty alone Would seal his eyes up with eternall Night For what exceedeth doth corrupt their reach Transcendent Lustre prov's as dark as Pitch 157. When Batts may venture to the Eagles Nest And full against the Suns their own eyes set When blear-ey'd Owles may leave their gloomie Roost And with safe Looks the Face of High-noon met When Midnight dares throw off her sable Cloke And into bright Aurora's Wardrobe look 158. Then may dim-sighted Men with safety gaze Upon their Lords unveiled Brightnesse then May they directly to his royall Face Without a Perspectives Assistance run Then may they boldly scorn their Eyes to shrowd Under the moderate Shaddow of a Cloud 159. But Jesus who full well their Weaknesse knew Did in the Shelter of plain Wine and Bread Accommodate his Goodnesse to their View That in Familiar Elements they might read The hidden Mystery and happy be Above all that their Mortal eyes could see 160. The time shall come when the dull Dust shall be By the brisk Virtue of the Resurrection Resin'd and rais'd to a Capacity Of radiant and spiritual Perfection When faithfull Soules in their celestial Rest Shall at the Lambs unvciled Supper feast 161. Mean while it is their Priviledge that they May freely in the Shade enjoy the Sun That in the Darknesse they may meet the Day And in Hopes Region finde Fruition But who sweet Psyche would beleeve that hence Man should draw reason of Irreverence 162. Alas when Time shall old and doting grow And Christian Spirits sympathize with it 〈◊〉 will be bold to make this Banquet know That by its Out-side They doe square and fit Their estimation of it and that there Their Faith admits no more than doth appear 163. It must be Superstition if they Should think Gods Table holier than their own If of this Cup and Patin they bewray An higher thought than of those all the Town Use in the publick Inns when e'r they keep Their free Communion of Good-Fellow ship 164. Nor Jove nor Juno nor the silliest He Or She of all that Rabble who were made Gods by vain Man found such impiety In those their Makers as to be betray'd To slovenish Altars and to 〈◊〉 Rites By fained Zeal's irreverent Deceits 165. Must Rudenesse onely be permitted to Attend on Jesu's noblest 〈◊〉 And must it for most pure 〈◊〉 goe Because so grosse and 〈◊〉 Surely We Are much too blanie in Heav'n who never knew Such kinde of 〈◊〉 to our God was due 166. Is this the Thanks for keeping in his flames Of most intolefable Majesty Which once unveild by its immortal streams Would them devour and all their slovenrie Alas that Love should thus neglected be And for no cause but mighty Charity 167. But those brave Lovers of whose generous breast Jesus intire possession has took Are so inamored of this royal Feast That with all humble Reverence they look Upon it and in faithfull pure desire After Angelick Complements aspire 168. Their Hearts beat high with that illustrious Zeal Which fires our Breasts and fain would stoop as low As doe the Seraphs when this Miracle Of Love invites their reverent knees to bow Fain would they have their passionate Piety As infinite as is this Mystery 169. For infinite it is and gladly I Would its Infinitude to Thee display No Theem with such delight could sit on my Admiring Tongue But Angels must give way To ecstacies in such vast Deeps where Love Himselfe the utmost of his Power doth prove 170. Here Phylax ended and observed how The Bait would operate which He had cast To Psyches heart which being captiv'd now By his Discourses Charms and chained fast Unto the Tables foot which He set out This pious answer gently forth she brought 171. My Soules sweet Friend what thanks can I repay For all this honey which thy Tongue hath shed Into my ears and heart 〈◊〉 Phylax may He whom Thou praisedst poure upon thy head Thy full Requitall As for sunple Me What can the poor Worme Psyche give to Thee 172. She can give nothing but 〈◊〉 still A begger 〈◊〉 for further Favours sues Yet not for Cates my stomacks mouth to fill 〈◊〉 No Famins Power could make me chuse My other Diet if at this sweet 〈◊〉 Of Love and Heav'n my Soul may now be Guest 173. And if it be not so I am undone Such Hunger knaws such Thirst does burn my heart That by that Banquets Comfort I alone Can rescued be from this impatient Smart And 't is thy courteous fault dear Phylax who With its Description Me hast ravish'd so 174. The sickly what but Health can satisfie And what but Balsame can desired be To stop the Wounds wide Mouth and bloody Crie What does the hunted Deer so pant to see But some coole Fount or soveraign Ditany What can the Captive wish but Liberty 175. My Health my Balsame and my Liberty My Dear 〈◊〉 and my Fount of Blisse My onely Nectur and Ambrosia lie Treasur'd up in this Banquet If I misse Of this my Wish alas what shall I doe What hope what helpe for my encreasing Woe 176. She fainted here But Phylax reach'd his hand Unto her Arm and Comfort to her Heart I like said He thy noble Ardour and Its fuell 〈◊〉 unto 〈◊〉 Fire impart In yonder House there lives a reverend Priest 〈◊〉 for thy pious foule will dresse this Feast 177. This said He leads 〈◊〉 Virgin thither where In 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 room a 〈◊〉 of Faithfull Hearts 〈◊〉 that great Bus'nesse early did prepare For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 forc'd them to all Arts Of 〈◊〉 and glad they were to choose Such Temples as were hidden from their Foes 178. There in a Chalice and a Dish of Wood The 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 Poverty The wonder of their Saviours Flesh and Blood With golden Hearts they waited on But We Alas in Patins and in Cups of Plate With Hearts of Wood this Banquet celebrate 179. They in the Strangers Zeal-inflamed eye