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A20055	Dekker his dreame In which, beeing rapt with a poeticall enthusiasme, the great volumes of heauen and hell to him were opened, in which he read many wonderfull things.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1620 (1620)	STC 6497; ESTC S105244	20,833	46

Suck To me her left Breast still she forth did pluck Being Iuicelesse or from thence if Drops did fall How could I quench my thirsty Iawes with Gall I neuer lackeyed by proud Fortunes wheele For all the taste of Pleasures I did feele Was in the warme Embracements of my Whore If that were Sin why then did Nature store My Veines with hot bloud blowing lust full fire 'T was her Corruption and not my Desire I likewise now and then was wash'd within All-o're with Wines but why should that be Sin When God the Vineyard planted and in 's word Bid Man drinke wine Thou art a Rigorous Lord Mee thought the Hell-hound howl'd for trifling Crimes To Damne me in a World out-lengthning Times Say that full sixty yeares my Glasse did run More then that halfe I slept there was won Little to Hell in sleepe but my lifes thread Reach'd but to thirty so that I lay dead Fifteene of those and of those fifteene fiue At least were childish O must I aliue Be held for Euer in Damnations Iayle For poore ten yeares when I perhaps did saile Some part of them towards Heauen What cursed waue Threw'st Thou to drowne me in th' Infernall Graue My Parents blest me Mornings Noones and Nights Were all those spent in Vayne I tooke delights Inplucking Apples from t'Hesperian Trees Which Eating I grew Learn'd adde to All these My Priuate Readings which more School'd my Soule Then Tutors when they sternliest did Controll With Frownes or Rods some Dayes in This were Spent So that if All my Faire-writ leaues were Rent Out of Gods Memory alack it were A Thin Booke of the Foule yet must I here For sowing some Few Acres vn-awares Of Bad Corne reape an Endlesse Field of Tares At this ten thousand Soules rauing mad Roard That on their Heads the selfe-same shot was scoard But then a Voice tun'd to an Angels Sound With repercussiue Ecchoes did rebound Through all the Court of Barathrum thus Thundering Terrors that shooke Hells Center Ceasse thy wondring Thou Bawling Reprobate a recompence Is giuen thee to the Weight of thine Offence For had thy yeares out-reach'd Methuslem's Age Thy Black lifes Torrent with impetuous rage Had Boundlesse Bottomlesse Restlesse bin So that as Thy Eternity did Sin Tortured thou art in Gods Eternity Thy faults to him his rods for thee doe buy Nor can he in his Iustice pittie those Who pitty not themselues but do expose Their Soules to Foule Acts scorning threatned Paine Like Whoores who buy Damnation for small Gaine Thou on the bread thy Sins did earne doest feede Not paying by the Day but by the Deede What was thy whole life but a Mutinous Warre 'Gainst thy Creator Euery Sense did Iarre From his Obedience like to Mad-mens swords Thy works were wounds and blowes flew from thy words Thy Lips Eares Eyes haue still bin Gates set wide To let in Blasphemy Lust Auarice Pride And Legions of such Diuels Thou didst Dwell First in a House of Flesh but now in Hell That was thy Partner and as Partners doe Hath thee Vndone for Euer Thou shalt Rue His Ryots VVhorings Swearings his Disorders Are thy Damnations euery Sense now furders Thy Torments the loose Glances of the Eyes The Liquorishnesse of Taste the Melodies To the Lasciuious Eare All-all these turne To thy Perdition thou for these shalt burne To no hand holden-vp can helpe be giuen The Left is Hels the Right beat back from Heauen In Flames go it Wher and grow Green againe Paine kill thee yet thou still shalt liue in paine On was he going but to drowne this Voice All Hell broke loose and then were heard no Noyse But Vlulations Shrikings Horred Soundings Of Ratling-Chaynes and thousand strange Confoundings Of Indisting guishable dire-mix'd Terrors rors At which I Trembling WAKDE and though the Er Of my Sleepe-wandring-Soule were now left Cleare And that my cold hands had tane leaue of feare Yet my Heart panted and my Haire turn'd white More through the Ghastly Obiects of this Night Then with the Snow of Age And yet euen then Collecting vp my selfe I read of Men The Volumes ouer and the world so well That I found Here worse Diuels then are in Hell FINIS Warre As before Christs comming first into there was an Vniuersall Peace So before his last cōming there shal be if not General wars euery mans heart fighting one against another Famine Pestilence Treason Slauery Ciuill vproares Religion made a Str umpet Ezech. 39. Luk. 21. Clouds shruck vp like parchment Starres Sunne Moone The world on fire A Simile The terrour of Christs Comming Veniet splendore Rutilans pulchritudine Admirandus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 horribilis Esay 28. O Death Where is thy sting c. How Christ comes guarded and attended Patriarches Math. 13. Prophets Martyrs Virgins Psal. 30. In imitation of that in Virgill The Saints in heauen inioy all perfection As Christ was in euery part of his body crucified by Iewes So will he come Glorified in al perfection to the Terror both of Iewe and Gentile Wisd. 5. Apoc. 1. The generall Sessions The bookes of Conscience opened Vnusquisque cernet ante faciem suam exposita Opera sua fiue bona illa siue mala c. Item Formidabiles libri aperientur in quibus scripta sunt Opera nostra Actus et Verba et quaecunque egimus in nec Vita illic non solum Actus verum et cogitationes et intentiones Cordis scriptae erunt Ephra in lib. De Vera Poenitentia Cap. 4. Quid nobis miseris fiet cum omnia orbi Vniuerso palam facta in tam aperto támque illustri Theatro de nudata Hominum nobis partim cognitorum partim incognitorum oculis subijcienturè c. D. Chrysostom Homil. 5. ad Roman Cōscience the Cryer of the Court. Triti●um a zizanijs bonos pisces a malis separable The Lord-Chiefe-Iustice his Sentence on the prisoners Come you Blessed c. Math. 25. Math. 5 The excellence of that Inheritance laid vp in heauen for those that doe well The not-guilty how rewarded The guilty how perplexed If the condemnation bee so grieuous what wil the execution be Osee 10. Ierem. 20. Ierem. 25. Psal. 149. The Iudge implacable Be Maledicti Soules tormen ted Facilis descensus Auerni Vestigia nulla retrorsum A pardon for these Poeticall Fictions may without much begging bee giuen if the Curious Censor makes but true vse of the Inclusiue moral no way derogating from Diuinity Death terrible in countenāce Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat Iob. 4. Couetousnesse a hag infernal What Charon is Noctes atque Dies patet atri Ia●ua Ditis Hell extreame full Cerberus Porter to Hell Lucifer in his state The infernall Iudges Hee will bruse them with a rod of iron c. Psalme 2. Iob 27. Esay 57. The darknesse of Hel no way to bee described is heere notwithstanding by comparison of others made fearefull vnto Humane vnderstanding by such things as we know The properties of hells darkenesse Tartare 〈◊〉 ardor 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ignem vincit vt noster pictum c. Anselm Fire without light Simile The effects of the cold in hel Hard-heartednes punished Souldiers vnpittied Schollers vnrewarded Sebastian Barradas in 4. Euan gcl. lib. 10. cap. 5. Hugo Victorinus lib. 4. cap. 13. Tom. 9. cap. 2 Math. 13. Luke 13. Iustinia cap. 16. Haymo in Ma●● 8. cap. Innocent lib. 6. cap. 4. Bede in Iob. 24. Esa. 27. I will exercise Iudgement in weight Iustice in measure Iere. 25. Esa. 27. Pride of womē and in that the effeminacy of men in this age is heere taxed and rewarded Phaetunt Fab. Ouid. Metam lib. 2. What rable are in Hell Theeues Panders Bawdes Catch-polles Commonbail Petti-foggers Light weights breede heauinesse Good cheere in hell for sinners Iob. 20. The Worme of conscience Cyrillus Allexandrinus in Oratione de Exitu Animae Gehenna one of the Names of Hell taken from Hinmon valley c. Bernard Serm. 16. in Cantic A soule bitterly accusing God of iniustice Adam a Monarch after his deposing Auri sacra Fames Peccas Homo in AEterno tuo Pu nit Deus in AEterno suo The soule and body beeing Partners vndo one another

And euery Corne-field an Aceldema A Citty on a Citties ruines stood And Townes late peopled now were Lakes of Bloud As boystrous billowes boystrous waues confound So Nations are in Nations glories drownd The Turkish Halfe Moone on her siluer Hornes Tosses the Christian Diadem and adornes The Sphaere of Ottoman with Starry light Stolne euen from Those vnder the Crosse who fight The Sacred Empire did it Selfe o're whelme State on State trampled Realm did beat downe Realme Religion all this while a Garment wore Stayn'd like a Painters Apron and turn'd Whore To seuerall Countries till from deepe Abysme Vp her Two Bastards came Error and Schisme She in That motley Cloake with her Two Twinnes Trauell'd from land to land sowing Ranck Sinnes Which choak'd the Good Corne and from them did rise Opinions Factions black leau'd Heresies Pride Superstition Rancor Hate Disdaine So that me thought on earth no good did Reigne All this afore named and more terrible praedictions then the weake Pen of a silly man can set down are liuely written in Gods Eternall Calendar where his Prophet Ezechiel thus thundereth forth the Terrors fore-going the later Day The fish of the Seas Birds of the aire Beasts of the field and al that creepeth on the ground together with all humane generations which liue vpon the face of the earth shall be in an vproare Hils shall bee ouerturned Hedges broken downe euery strong wall fall to the ground I will call against them the sword from the tops of all Mountaines and euery mans sword shall bee bent against his owne brother my Iudgement shal bee in pestilence and bloud c. And I will raine fire and brimstone Marke how an Euangelist seconds a Prophet with this new battry vppon the world When saith hee you shall heare the fame or bruite of warres and vproares be not afraid for that these things must bee And yet presently the end of the world shall not ensue One Nation shall rise against another and one Kingdome shall inuade another there shall be great earth-quakes pestilence and famine most terrible Signes and tokens from Heauen The latter day THese transitory poore Terrestriall terrors Seru'd but as Heralds to sound forth the Horrors Of woes Eternall this was but a Sceane To the Great following Tragedy So that then Me thought one fitting on a Raine-bow sounded A trumpet which in earth-quakes Earth confounded And then a voyce shrill but Angelicall Full of Command and Dreade from heauen did call To Summon the whole world to stand toth' Barre Both All that euer haue beene and now are To giue a strict account how they had spent That Tallent of their life which was but lent We must All be Summoned before the Tribunall Seate of Christ and euery man receiue either Good or Euill according as he hath behaued himselfe whilst he liued vpon earth Christ taketh Account of all his Tallents Luke 12. 16. 19. 10. Math. 26. Terrors of the later Day THe Leaues of Heauen me thought thē rent in sunder Out of which Lightning brake and Horrid Thunder Which pash'd in peeces Kingdomes whizzing flakes Of Brimstone rain'd that Seas seem'd Burning Lakes Rocks crumbled into powder Scalded Mountaines In their drie Iawes dranck riuers vp and fountaines Fury with Snaky locks and Smeared hands Tossing about her eares two firy brands Met Wrath and Indignation raving-mad Tearing each others flesh and wildly clad In Skins of spotted Tygers vp and downe They ran and spied at last Confusion With whom swearing a League black stormes they Hurl'd With whirlewind violence to crush the world And bury her in 's quick Ruines All the Floore Celestiall crack'd and fell downe in a shower Of Bloud whilst the Terrestriall Pauement burn'd In which the Starres to spent-out Snuffes were turnd The Sun leap'd from his Chariot and in feare Of Firing headlong ran to'th Moones cold Sphaere But she for all her Flouds Ice Frosts and Snow Did like a lampe of steele i' th Furnace glow The Sun and Moone were neither Sun nor Moone Their Shining could be cald nor Night nor Noone This Massy Vniuersall Earthly Ball Was All one Bonfire and it burnt out All. In an eies Twinkling more by Fire was lost Than Twenty Earthes and all their wealth e're cost Christ his Comming in Glory AS in an Army Royall led by a King After the Canons Sulphurous thundering Battring downe Bulwarkes Rampires Parapets Forts Gabions Palizadoes Cazimates Horror on all sides Roaring Wings here flying At Wings like armed Eagles here Troopes dying A butcherous Execution through the field Bellowing with Fiend-like threats when yet none yeeld Though Death stalkes vp and downe ghastly and pale The Victors Wreath lying in a doubtfull Scale The King himselfe safe guarded on a Hill Seeing this black day yet stirring not vntill He findes fit time to Strike then downe amayne Whorrying he comes a glorious dreadfull Trayne Of High-Heroick Spirits circling him round Who with swift Vengeance do their Foes confound And slaue-like drag them at prowd Chariot wheeles Whilst miseries worse then Death tread on their heeles So but with greater Terror State and Wonder Heauens Supreme Monarch one hand griping thunder The other stormes of Haile Whirle-winds and fire Ensignes of his hot-burning quenchlesse Ire When the Worlds buildings smothered lay in smoake With sparkling eyes Maiestically broke Out of his Pallace ne're set ope ' before And stood like a Triumphant Conqueror Trampling on Death and Hell About him round Like petty Viz-royes Spirits me thought all-Crownde Shewd as if none but Kings had bin his Guard Whole Hierarchies of Saints were then preferd With Principalities Powers and Dominations Thrones Angels and Archangels all att ' once Filling the Presence Then like heauen-borne Twinnes Flew fiery Cherubins and Seraphins Whilst the old Patriarches cloath'd all in white Were rap'd with Ioy to see beames far more bright About the Prophets and th' Apostles runne Than those whose Flames were kindled at the Sun Martyrs me thought with selfe-same lustre shinde As Gold which seuen times was by fire refinde Virgins whose Soules in life from Lust liu'd cleare Had Siluer robes and on their heads did weare Coronets of Diamonds Were my Fingers flint My Pen of pointed Adamant t'imprint Characters in tough Iron or hammered brasse Mine inke a depthlesse Sea All these alas Would be worne out ere I one lyne should draw Of those Full Glories which I dreamd I saw Nor could I write this though it be but meane Did not some Angell guide my Fainting Pen. Gods Heire Apparent here once made away Triumph'd in this his Coronation day In which Heauen was his Kingdome Mercy his Throne Iustice his Scepter a Communion Of Sanctified soules the Courtly Peeres And his Star Chamber Lords who now had yeeres Which neuer turn'd them Gray by Times rough wether Greatnesse was now no more cald Fortunes fether Nor Honor held a fruitlesse golden Dreame