Those are Aeternal these are quickly gon When that Earth's vainer Pleasures I behold To Heav'n's they seem like dung to mounts of Gold Or like a pibble to rich Diadems Beset with Diamonds and more costly gemâ—â— Ah let me woo you from this Sphear to move Unto that glorious Orb of Light and Love What tho the way be thither somewhat strait The end ten thousand times will Compenâ—atâ— All Labour 'T is unwilling minds alone Find so much trouble others they find none Thine Eyes turn to the Hieroglyphic see On the right hand the Orb of Majesty Of Light of Love this Paradise is call'd Which is with flameing Sword 's of Cherubs wall'd Which none can enter but those flames must passe Which cleanse the soul This manifested was Once in the Earth and here another Day Its Royal Beauties shall again display It has a being and the Heav'nly wise Vpon his Earth yet fire in Paradise Where they like Angels tho in flesh they move Enjoy the pleasures of Eternal Love Here is the second Principle here is The Orb of Light of Love of Heav'nly blisse Here is the Sun to New Ierusalem Which is the Light of it the brighter gemm Whereof it is compos'd this is the Day Which th'row the Eternal Mansions display Doth its Caelestial Light Heav'n's King he is As are the Saints and Angels cloath'd with this Long'st thou to dwell in this Caelestial place The way I 'le shew help'd by the Spirit of Grace Which if thou follow'st certainly arrive Thou wilt where Christ as King doth Reign and Live That we may shew more plain untâ— your eyes This milky way that leads to Paradise We will suppose as in the darker Sphear We did so now we will exhibit here One as a Pattern by whose foot-steps yâ— May view the way unto Aâ—ternity An Angel's task it is an Angel shall Conduct him therefore to the highest 〈◊〉 And to that highest Pitch tho reach'd by few That on this Earth may be attained to One then who doth in Truth desire to leave This mortal World and to th' immortal cleave Desireth Heav'n unfaignedly but yet Knows not which way his seeking face to â—et Like one who lost upon a wild Heath â—ees A hundred wayes and yet among all these He knows not which to chuse nor whether they May bring him home or cause him farther stray Now this he treads but by and by retreads The same again when that he sees it â—eads Him false now this he tries now that but when He sees them false retreads them back agen Thus labours still in vain but his desire To home doth not although his 〈◊〉 do tire Night now approaches now no 〈◊〉 he spieâ— Quite lost he grieveth 〈◊〉 down and â—ries So 't fares with him he â—ain his Soul conveiâ—h Would unto Heav'n but cannot find the way Benighted he 's with sins and errors 〈◊〉 So that no way appeareth in his view To lead him home all Sects h' has tryd his eâ—e More blinded is by â—heir formality Thus lost he is yet will not he give over Seeking desire 〈◊〉 it self discover His heart and 〈◊〉 still running 〈◊〉 His mind to Heav'n he thus 〈…〉 O glorious Prince of Light in whom there is Aeternal Comfort and 〈…〉 By whom alone all World's consist my cryes Lord hear acâ—ept my Heart 's 〈…〉 Hast thou not promisâ—◠〈…〉 I truly seek thee Lord although I 'm blind Out of the mid'st of hâ—rrid darknesse I To thee eternal Light it self do cry Lord I desire t' apprâ—ath the Throne of Grace To view the brightnesse of thy glorious facâ— All wayes 〈◊〉 but all wayes me deceive And short of what I do desire me leave Dark clouds 〈…〉 Earth weight 〈◊〉 down so that I cannot 〈◊〉 But in this black obscurity I gropâ— Having still with me my Companion Hope Lord from thy splendor send one 〈…〉 Which from this 〈…〉 Unto the Orb of Light My 〈◊〉 hear Send one to guide me to this happy Sphear What ever thou requirest 〈◊〉 obey I come O Lord did I but know the way A Heavenly 〈◊〉 strait comes 〈…〉 Joy in his eyes Love in his looks 〈◊〉 seen His sudden coming 〈◊〉 him his â—ight Soon fear expels and bring extreme delight About his Head a 〈◊〉 Glory flyes Enough to dazzle more than 〈…〉 His own fair Orbs like 〈…〉 Under two fair 〈…〉 Pierch'd doth in 〈…〉 A thousand arrows into 〈◊〉 Hearts Which tip'd with sacred 〈…〉 Of Love to Heav'n and Hate to Earth beget His yellow locks like 〈…〉 Upon his 〈…〉 From whence each 〈…〉 Than all the Odor that â—sapnâ— Upon his lovely Front the 〈…〉 Who admoration in all 〈…〉 The new-fall'n Snow 〈…〉 As his soft flesh 〈…〉 Compare with 〈…〉 His whiter Hand 〈…〉 Two downy Wings upon his 〈…〉 And which more colours than the 〈…〉 His Body was 〈…〉 Which as he went the 〈…〉 With hasty steps 〈…〉 The Ruby 〈…〉 Unlock'd from whence these sweet words issued O man Thy wing'd 〈◊〉 have sped Before the Throne of Grace Heav'n's Majesty Hath sent me to thee on his Embasie Heav'n's King hath made thee a free Denisoâ— Of the Caelestial Ierusalem Where all wear Crowne Therefore prepare to go And I the way that thither leads will show Narrow and strait at first appear it will And flesh will such asperities take ill It will both tedious and unpleasing seem To flesh but yet a Will resolv'd will deem It nothing for the way to Heav'n is After some time both full of Joy and Blisse Such happinesse deserves some pains yet set Great price on what you do with danger yet This Earth alone doth make the way seem hard Therefore resolve this first to disregard If thou resolv'd art come procrastinate Not now thy Time next day may be too late The then resolv'd cries out I 'le not defer The Time I 'm ready sacred Messenger Under the Covert of his downy Wing He takes him up and th'row the ayr doth fling Unto a Valley which high Rocks surround Here he discharges him upon the ground A pleasant Tempe did it seem to be Here grew the Olive and the Cedar Tree The shady Beach under whose Canopy Banks cushen'd with the verdant grasse did lie Adorn'd with flowers and sweeter herbs he thoughâ— The first flight him to Paradise had brought But thus the Angel cries You now are in The natural condition of sin This place the World doth represent and these Fine things you see its Fonder vanities From hence a way you must find out which found Proceed be sure and do not lose your ground Nor make a stay I at your greatest need Unseen will help you now I hence must speed This sai'd fanning the gentle ayr his flight He takes and quickly passeth out of sight The left alone a while the place doth view But by and by upon a Bank he threw Himself supinely in the grasse doth creep And e'r he was aware falls fast asleep Whilst thus he sleeps a
at any time deny If they sincerely ask my Company I Queen am of that place of such delight Whose heav'nly Beauty recreates the sight Of all that enter there and now I come To let you see unto Ierusalem The heav'nly the true Way such guides I 'le leave That if you 'l follow none can you deceive With false illusions nor draw aside But be you sure to follow still your Guide Although you able are to comprehend The whole World in a thought yet if you bend Yoâ—r whole Imagination to conceive The Glory of Ierusalem bereave The Earth the Seas the Skies of all what e're May glorious or beautifull appear And with them frame a glory all shall seem Unto the glory of Ierusalem But as a grain of dust to mighty Gemms Or as a Candle to the Sun 's bright beams That I may give thee some small glimpse of that Most glorious House I have a Picture brought With me of it and that I may invite Thee with its beauty to attain't a sight Thou shalt have of 't APOCALYPSIS then She call'd a Nymph that 's much desir'd of Men. Her tresses hung like waves of gold upon Her shoulders her transparent garments shon With far more lustrous beauty than a gemm Diaphanous Earth's Beauties were in them With Heav'n's intermixt a curious Hand Had here the Sea and there the stable Land With Groves and Rivers Gardens Founts and Springs With all Earth's pleasures and all living things Express'd The Sun the Moon and Stars he might With all the Beauty of the Heav'n's delight Fully behold wrought with Stones highly priz'd The Heavens and Earth were there Epitomiz'd So that she shon like the bright Evening Star Or Phoebus mounted in his high-noon Carr. A Chrystal Key with which the inward sight She did unlock her left hand held her right A scroul of Paper This GRACE did unfold That he might there Ierusalem behold His greedy eyes fix'd on the Scroul did wait VVhen her blest hands would ope the picture straightâ— VVayes the unfolding it more dazling beams Than could proceed oâ—t of a masse of gâ—mms Flew thence and like the agill Lightning strook His eyes perstâ—ng'd them and his Body shook Prostrate he fell not being able to Bear all those Beauties which together Flew From thence This splendor is too great he cries For to be look'd upon by mortal eyes Heav'n's Eaglets only can behold this Sun And without striking blind their eyes upon It gaze How wil't perform thy word to me Unlesse thou giv'st new eyes I cannot see If that a shadow of its glory does Perstring thine eyes says Grace and ' maze thee thus VVhat will the full fruition of it do VVhen in its hâ—ghest lustre it by you Shall be beheld An Alabaster box Her snowy Hands with a cold Key unlocks From whence she drew a Sov'raign eye-salve made Of Purity upon his eyes she lai'd The same and bid him boldly view the Light For that pure Salve from hurt would guard his sight At her Command his baulmed eyes he now Erec'ts and doth that glorious splendor view VVhich doth proceed from the bright radiant gemm Of which is made the new Ierusalem A glorious City there he saw the Pen Nor Heav'nly Tongues of Angels nor of Men Can it expresse or half its Glory tell Its beauties other beauties all excell More than the brightest gemm dark glasse or far More than Gold durt or Sol the meanest star Rap't in a kind of extasie he moves In that bright splendor round the City roves He with his eyes taken with so much blisse His Soul out of his body wrapped is Himself among the Thornes he sees and there Views what his tongue to utter doth not dare O glorious Beauty cries he out one graâ—â— Of thee will more than recompence all pain And trouble that we on the Eard endure For to possesse thee O bless't Light immure My Soul for ever here where reigns true Blisse Where is true Joy and where true pleasure is Adiew vain Earth and all thy foolish pleasure Worser than Dung compared to this Treasure And Joys I find Ah what are Crowns to thee Least particle of true Felicity Lighter than chaff of lesse esteem they are Than dung if they with heav'n's bright Crowns compare O how I 'am rapt O how I now esteem The glorious Vision of Ierusalem Grace smiling at his Rapture warbled forth These words This sight of such esteem and worth Is that to very few it granted is The favour to behold this sight of Blisse Amongst those very few thou seest thou art For ever then record it on thine heart And let this Beauteous sight attract thee 〈◊〉 That thou astray mayst not hereafter go Nor think that thou already art in Blisse This but a sight and at a distance is Of futâ—re happinesse which gain you may If you persever in the stricter way But if backslide and in your sins remain This Heav'nly City you shall ne'r attain How vain the choysest of Earth's pleasures are If with the least of these you them compare Let this consideration beget A fire of constant sacred Love to it So that thou mayst with greater ease presse on Till thou the harder way hast overcome For if thou dost heav'n's Beauties contemplate Earth's in compaâ—ison to them thou'lt hate Whilst to this sight thine Eyes are married The way thou se'st not that doth thither lead It s glorious Beams o'te-shadow it but I By vailing them exhibit to thine eye The way that leads unto this City will A thick mist strait doth her command fulfill Which like a Vail hid those illustrous Beams And now the way pourtray'd he sees it seems To lye here over Rocks th'row Vallies there Here dark black Caves there Seas of Blood appear Here precipices thick here thornes here steep And stony places there strong Watchmen keep The passages a thousand dangers show Themselves along the way that he must go If he to Salem will attain His eye About he cast no other way espy He could so that necessity compells He that wayes must when there is no way else Nor Rocks not precipices nor cries he Sanguineous Seas now shall discourage me Since I have seen those Beauties which do Court My Soul for which all dangers seem a sport Will for 't is fitting that Aeternitie With fleshe's hazzard should attained be Come I'm resolv'd and ready am to tread This narrow Path which doth to Sion lead I 'le leave this World and for my future good Fly over Rocks swim thorow Seas of blood This said APOCALYPSIS then withdrew And GRACE her hand did to the Pilgrim shew A hearty Kisse on which he straight inferr'd Unto the path from which he lately err'd She him conducted where stood HOPE and FAITH Who ran to him assoon as in the Path He came To whom themselves the' excused thus For your deviating pray blame not us 'T was your own fault for whilst we with you kept We know not how into a
o'rethrew By it Ierubaal did overthrow The Midians mighty Host without a blow Iesus with Heav'nly Magic also fed Four thousand people with sev'n Loaves of bread By it he fasted fourty dayes he by The same did with invisibility Adorn himself and 'mong a Multitude Of foes unseen he passed th'row the Croud By it he walked on the Seas and yet His soles the brinish Waters did not wet By it although the Doors fast locked were He could when e'r it pleased him appear So Paul by the Caelestial Magiâ—'s might Depriv'd the Sorcerer Elymas of sight So Peter when Hel's Magus Sâ—mon flew Thorow the Ayr him from the Clouds he threw Unto the Earth by Heav'n's true Magiâ—'s Skil Which Fall did both his Life and Magic spill For Hel's dark Magic unto Heav'n's must yield Nor darâ—s that come when this is in the Field With great-attention all this while attended The Pilgrim 'till the Angel thus had ended But ravâ—sh'd with the Knowledge of that Fruit Leave 〈◊〉 given he wiâ—h joy fell to 't Fell to that Feast which was more excellent Than twenty thousand out-worlds Complement That Feast which by Heav'n's proper Hand was dress'd That Feast which by Heav'n's sacred Breath was bless'd That sacred â—â—nquet which instal'd the man Heav'n's divine and Arch-Magitian O with what pleasure and delight he eat On that Caelestial and thrice sacred meat But yet with humble reverence he fed Bowing to Iesus for those gifts his Head Confessing still his own unworthinesse Of that Felicity He did expresse But seeing Iesus by the Angel had Granted him leave to eat he freely fed Whilst thus the Pilgrim with a full content Of â—oy and Blisâ—e and highest ravishment Feeds on those blessed Fruits an Angel from Th' Aeternal Throne doth to the Banquet come The presence of this unexpected Guest Starâ—l'd the Pilgrim and rejoyc'd the rest Such Crowns of Glory sat upon his Head Such beams of Light about his Garments spread Such Heav'nly Splendor flashed from his Eye That made him seem Heav'n's fair Aepitomy With a fair speed he came whilst the sweet ayr Wav'd the soft streamlets of his golden Hair And ruffling his white Gown rub'd flame-tip'd darts Against the tender Wounds of bleeding Hearts For his fair Garment pouder'd was all o're With flaming Arrows whose sharp points still bore Themselves against fresh bleeding Hearts the Wind At every puff seem'd cruel and unkind For those by clashing seem'd to wound indeed And these afresh to be inflam'd and bleed These were the Ensigns of the Sacred'st Love At whose Command this Messenger did move But in his right Hand all of shining Gold Thick set with Rubies he a Cup did hold Immortal Amaranthuâ—'s made up Into a Purple Garland Crown'd the Cup. But in the Mazure's golden Concave lay Of Wine of Love divine a blushing Sea A deep drought of that Heav'nly Nectar which Is broach'd for those who gain the highest pitch The Purple streams which fruitful Tmolus yields Th' exuberant Vines which crown the Massic Fields The Purple Grapes that on the Râ—ene do grow The scarlet Liquor that in Creet doth flow Spains sprightly Nectar Greece's pleasant wine Should they compared be to this divine Ambrosiac Liquor all of them would prove But Gall and Wormwood to this Wine of LOVE Approaching those who feasting were on the Choyce Fruits excerp'd from Life's thrice sacred Tree The Angel on the Pilgrim pitch'd his Eye In which was plac'd a Throne of swavity And reaching to him that Wine-filled Boul From â—s fluent Tongue these melting words did roul Take here said he a Cup of sacred VVine Squeez'd from the Grapes which grew on Iesu's Vine That Vine which spreads her spacious Branches even O're all the fair walls of the Court of Heav'n This is the new Wine which our Hearts doth chear Which bringeth gladnesse and expelleth fear This is Lovâ—'s sacred Wine in it doth move The very Spirit of the King of Love Which is not flitting but for ever fixed For he himself is with this Liquor mixed Our royal King himself commanded me For to present this Present unto thee This said the Pilgrim three times bowed and The Goblet took out of the Angels Hand And putting to his Ruby Lips the Cup With ravishment he drunk the Liquor up Not all the Honey streams of Hybla may Such gusts of sweetnesse to a Tongue display As what the Pilgrim tasted in that Boul As the Heav'n-nectarized VVine did roul Into the Breast He never yet did meet With any Wine so ravishingly sweet So that the pleasure did beguile his draught For e'r he was aware he deeply quafft The Boul was big but had it bigger bâ—en He would the bottom questionlesse have seen For here he knew he might drink in excesse And without sin drink unto drunkennesse For who can blame those holy Saints this Odd Expression pardon who are drunk with God No sooner had the Pilgrim drunk of this But Living Flames of everlasting Blisse Surround his Heart whose clipings without measure Yield Raptures and unutterable pleasure The Wine 's quick Spirits move in every part And corner of his Head his Breast and Heart And piercing th'row each Limb do cause them move In sweet Trâ—pudiations of Love Up starts he all inflamed with that Flame Which drove from David's breast Love stifling shame When he in an ecstatic Rapture danc'd Before the Ark of God as it advanc'd Th'row all the Streets of fair Ierusalem Taking the Graces all he danc'd with them The holy Dance of Love Nor can exprest Be that sweet prickling Joy raigned in his Breast His sence of feeling feasted to the hight And as the rest were swallow'd in delight Unusual Gestures forced him to rear That he the better Love's excesse might bear For Nature 's weak and strives to Congregate Those Spirits which extream Joyes dissipate For Her own safety lest by flying out Too much she should be quite left destitute Thus Flesh and Blood the Soul's Crosse alwayes is Depriving Her of Joys of Sweets of Blisse Not all the Joys and Pleasures the Dull VVorld On the most sensual Mortals e'r has hurl'd Not all the Fleshes various pleasures nor Foul Cyprian delights themselves compare May with the smallest part of that delight And pleasue which the Saints poor Souls â—â—cite Vain are the World's Joy momentany too Heav'n's everlasting undefil'd and true O what Tongue able is to tell the pleasure The Pilgrim felt Not all the Earthly Treasure Can purchase such delight for the true God Himself descended in a flaming flood Of Love upon his Soul Iesu's divine And sacred Body couched in the Wine It self in pieces brake upon his Soul The sacred Spirit too without controul Descending filled all his Soul about With Rayes of Light and Love which nought could d' out Whole streams of Love upon his Soul was poured Festatic pleasures through the same were showred Seas of delight unutterably sweet Love-Extasies his Soul together greet So that he was quite overcome of
Love And did not know which way himself to move Intoxicated and o'returned quite He was with Love's exuberant delight The burning Tâ—ncture of the Heart of God Rol'd o're his Soul a most delightful Flood Which him transported into Rapts divine So that he seem'd like one made drunk with Wine In this strong heat of his exultancy He on the green grasse swift about did flye With all those Graces who compos'd a Ring And dancing round this Hymn with joy they sing Hymn SAcred Flames of LOVE divine In our breasts untainted shine Feed upon our Souls and let Them unto the stake be set O Bless'd Fires quickly come We 're prepar'd for Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dyes Unto LOVE a Sacrifice Blessed IESUS from thine Eye There thrice sacred Flames did fly Which now burn without controul On the Tinder of our Soul Blessed Fires O consume What 's prepar'd for Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dyes Sacred LOVE'S true Sacrifice The Aetherial Flames that are Couched in the Welkin fair Those that Crown the radiant Sun Those which beautifie the Moon Are lesse fair than those which Come For to Crown our Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dyes LOVE'S unspotted Sacrifice O how raging yet how sweet Are those burning Flames which greet Our dry Souls with scalding Kisses Pains dispensing with our Blisses But such pains we wish to Come That give Crowns of Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dyes Purest LOVE'S pure Sacrifice O our Souls are all on Fire We consume in our desire We desire what we possesse Waters but our Fires encrease Those bright Fires which are Come To Crown Souls with Martyrdom O thrice blessed Soul that dyes Purest LOVE' 's blest Sacrifice O what lingring Death is this Bliss inviteth us to Bliss By these tasts of Love we be More inamour'd of the Sea Of Abyssal Love whence Come Flames to crown our Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dies LOVE'S most willing Sacrifice O what kind of pain is this Which is sweeter than all Blisse O 't is pain intolerable Pleasure yet unutterable Such are the bless'd Flames which come T' Crown us with Love's Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dies Thus LOVE'S Living Sacrificeâ— O we cry we cannot bear Love's hot flames which domineer In our Breasts and yet had we Damn'd to Hell far rather be Than to lose these Flames which come To Crown us with Martyrdom Blessed is that Soul that dies Thus LOVE'S daily Sacrifice Fierce was the flame and strong the happy heat Which on the Pilgrim's chafed Soul did beat Quick beat the pulses of his Noble breast High was the Tyde of LOVE which still encreast Its scalding waves so that he thought he shou'd Have lost his Life in that delicious Flood Such were Love's Ardors he could scarce forbear His fettering flesh his free Soul's chaines to tear How oft he mounted nimbly from the ground As if his Soul some passage thence had found How was he griev'd to see he leap'd in vain To see his Body bring her down again O how he wished that his Soul might be Now from the shackling gives of Flesh set free That she might spread her spacious wings and fly Th'row the wide Welkin of Aeternity Unto th' illustrous Throne of Christ and there Among the Crowned Saints new cloath'd appear But chiefly that she without Letts might move In the vaâ—t Ocean of Aeternal LOVE For whilst that Flesh her freedom did restrain The more her pleasures was the more her pain To be deny'd her Liberty that she Engulphed was not in that endlesse Sea Streams could not now content her the Abysse Of Love alone must now compleat her Blisse O happy Souls which in such Flames do move And frying thus LOVE' 's blessed Martyrs prove But whilst Love's Noble Flames heat every part Of 's Breast and make a Bonfire of his Heart This blessed Pilgrim lifted up his eyes Unto the glorious East of Paradise Where Worlds of glory rising from the place Amazing Splendor hurled on his Face And though it were all Day in Paradise A Sun and greater Day began to rise A Light he saw which springing from the East All Paradise's lustrous braveries blest Adding new glories to those Beauties that One would have thought could not have been more great The Rosie-cheek'd Aurora did embright The glorious womb of Day with no such Light The Cynthian Goddesse from the Orb did throw No such bright Rayes upon the World below Nor yet the flaming Giant of the Day Such streams and beams of Light did e'r display Ten thousand Suns ten thousand times more bright Than ours would not have paralell'd this Light Needs must it dazling be what mortal eye Can view the Splendors of Aeternity The Angels and the Graces all when they Behold it clap their downy Wings for â—Joy And with due reverence thrice three times did bow Their Heads and kiss'd the flowry Pavement too As brighter Titan dims the lesser Stars So did this Light devour that light of theirs As for the Pilgrim on the ground he lay Obstupified with that glorious Day But yet with all th' advantage he could make Of that illustrous sight a view did take A crowd of Clouds begilded with the Beams Of the Aeternal Sun whose radiant gleames Had pierced th'row them so a small thin Cloud I oft have seen when Sol himself did shroud His face behind it from my eyes grow clear And tincted th'row a various colour were Appear'd far brighter than our Sun below Dress'd with more paintings than the Iris bow This Mask of Clouds was the Auroâ—a too The Sun of Glory that close after flew But pitching in the midst of Paradise This bright but yet a Vail assunder flyes And gave free leave for every Eagle eye To see the bright Sun of Aeternity It was the Sun of Righteousnesse who there Did in his glorious Ornaments appear The Tongues of Men nor Angels can unfold That Glory which the Pilgrim did behold A stately Throne more clear than Crystal glasse Burnish'd with Heav'nly Gold erected was On which sat down Glories immortal King From whom all Happinesse and Blisses spring O glorious sight who ' le not confounded be To see such Splendor and such Majesty Upon his Head a starry fourfold Crown Irradiating sat from whence flow'd down Fair and soft Volumns of the purest snow Which spread upon his sacred back full low A fount of Light which fill'd all Paradise With Sun-like brightnesse flowed from his eyes His Paps were girded with a Golden Zone Of more than Cynthian lustre was his Gown In 's Hand the Scepter wherewith he did sway The Worlds in Righteousnesse and Justice lay But O th' unutterable Majesty And Lovelinesse that in his Looks did lye A World of Wonders and a â—onâ—rous Grace Were to be spied in his sacred Face A Light more bright than thoâ—sand Suns about His Throne did flow from whence it issued out Behind was seen great Sathan overthrown Death Hell the Woâ—ld and all
things trodden down Under the glorious Lamb who once was slain But now in triumph doth for ay remain Death's and Hel's darts were broke o're whom he stood Incompassed with an illustrous flood Of Light ineffable displaying there His Conquest written in a Banner fair The blessed Crosse in Heav'n's bright Ensign shon With streaming Gold far brighter than the Sun So what was once contemptible and base Now stands in Glory in the highest place There also seen were those who had put on Their new Bodies and gain'd thâ—ir royal Crown And Scepter whom great Iesus did instal Princes and Kings and mighty Lords of all Sharing his Royal Scâ—pter and his Crown Such is his matchlesse Love with every One. Thrice bow'd the Angâ—ls thrice the Graces and Took up their places then on either hand Awaiting when they should Commanded be To any Office by his Maâ—esty Th' amazed Pilgrim as yet prostrate lay Too weak to view the Godhead's glorious Ray But the same Light which his weak eyes annoys His Soul fil'd with incomparable â—oyes And still the flames of ardent LOVE did roul Upon the Altar of his sacred Soul But by and by his Guardian Angel Came By Iesus first b'ing bid to do the same Who rais'd him up and spread his downy Wing Before his feeble sight and so did bring Him to the Throne of Iesus at whose Seat He fell and ravish'd kiss'd his sacred Feet Th' immortal Kingâ—strait took him from the place And honour'd Him with a divine Embrace Seal'd all the Joys the Pleasures Blisses sweets Upon his ravish'd Soul an Angel meets With in his blessed station O high Exalted Pleasures of Aeternity The Pilgrim then to Iesus would have Cry'd 〈◊〉 that the Rapt his Tongue had chain'd and ty'd That he unworthy was of all that Bliss Those favours and that matchlesse Love of his And 〈◊〉 he would have had his Tongue confesse His constant frailty and unworthinesse His Heart confess'd it but his Tongue was mute For Joys and Pleasures would not let him do 't For that Embrace unto his Soul did move Enflaming more and more the Fire of Love Whose heats at last unto that hight did come That he received there a Martyrdom Such matchlesse pleasures now enjoy'd this Saint That neither mine nor Angels Pens depaint Can nor Man think who never felt the same Who ne'r into Love's Armes and bosom came But such they were and of such price to Him That thouâ—and Worlds should not have purcha'st them Nay such they were he 'd be content to gain Such Pleasures with ten thousand years of pain Therefore O Man be wise and let not this World's pleasures rob thee of Aeternal Blisse Muse breath a while and give me leave to pray That I a Pilgrim too may once enjoy Such happinesse and high exalted Blisse Such Pleasure Rapture and such Joy as this Then shalt thou sing touch'd with Caelestial Fire Of LOVE Divine in sacred Notes much higher Than these low straines Thy Lively measures then Shall quicken up the drowsie Hearts of Men From their Lethargic sleep True Joy and glee Shall sweetly Couched in thy Numberâ— be True Joy's true Peace's Rest's and Blisses King I 'le sigh and mourn ' til thou say'st rise and sing 'Till thou say'st rise and sing I 'le Sigh and Mourn By me the Crosse not yet the Crown is worn Lord when thou pleasest Crown my Soul that I In Joy may Sing thy Prayse Aeternally The end of the Second Part. THE EXPLANATION OF AN Hieroglyphical Figure SHEWING THE MYSTERIES OF THE External Internal Eternal WORLDS The third Part. ONce more my sacred Muse doth take her flight And on the top of glorious SION light Where she beholds those glorious wonders which For ever the Aeternal World enrich Those Wonders and those Miracles of Grace Which beautifie and splendorize the place Those Wonders that are past her Skill to shew Which if she could it were not fit to do For there such glorious Wonders may be read As are not lawful to be uttered But what she may and what she Can express She shews unto you in a homely dress Accept I pray this Offering she brings For Rapt with Wonders all amaz'd she sings O Thou Aeternal Everlasting Day Illuminate my darker Soul I pray O let her eyes be fixed upon thee Thou King of Glories and of Majesty Grant that she may behold those Wonders that Th' Aeternal World thy bless'd Seat decorate O now inspire me with a Power divine Put Life into my Numbers sacred Trinâ— That whilst Heav'n's beautious Glories here I sing Unto your Throne I Souls may ravish'd bring That whilst my own wâ—apt in these Heaâ—s doth see Heav'n's Splendor and thy glorious Beauty she May be united to the Lord so close That nor the World nor Hell the tye may loose That while to others thus I sing I may O Lord not be my self a Cast-away Ho! Moâ—us cease to Carp Ho! Zoilus Cease Your scoffs and taunts Ho! Criticks hold your peace And say not now I Miracles reherse Beyond the lofâ—y Limits of a Verse Say not I write my Brainsick-Whimsies Lies Or Fables or I meerly Poâ—tize Ye are the Swine who grunting in the mire Would spoyl the musick of the sacred Quire But for your dissonance and grunt'ling noyse The World might often hear a Seâ—â—ph's voyce Piggs think their whining best the jetting Crows Themselves the fairest of Heav'n's Fowls suppose The Owles and Cuccows think their Notes to be 〈◊〉 sweet as Philomel's sweet harmony So you suppose your Canting best and then Like snarling Currs do Carp and snap at Men. You 're Swine indeed whose dull eyes stil below Behold the earth and hunt and scent your trough Your necks are too too short to view the Skye How come you then to judge of things so high Because some Wind-fals on the ground you see Think you no fairer Fruit hangs on the Tree Swine cann't look up it is a Man alone Not slothful Beasts can pull the fair Fruit down Buzzards are blinded by Sol's glorious Rayes Eagles unhurt against his splendor gaze Here then are Pearls but unto wise Men such But wrapt in pitch least Swine such gemms should touch Pearls must not naked be expos'd to Swine So say'd that mouth that wholly was divine Least that they trample and despise the same And Him who so unwisely offer'd them Therefore a wise Man cautiously shrouds Gemms of great value in obscurer Clouds And in the Pitch of Words those Pearls divine Hides from the eyes of such perverting Swine Which in their spendrous beauties otherwise Should Vail-less be exposed to their eyes But now me thinks I hear them Carp and say How come you thus Heav'n's beauties to display And the Arcana's of the Aeternal Sphear When you your self never arrived there If you should tell us that you were we cry We are assured that it is a lye For none to Heav'n ever can attain Whil'st his kept-Soul doth in his Corpse remain For when the Body's
Heaven For the first Principle alone makes Hell But Heaven when the Second in 't doth dwell The first is to the second even as The Fire which makes the glowing weik to blaze From whence proceeds the Light the Ioy the Blisse That in the high Aeternal Heaven is Here in this Sphear those mighty Wonders be Which 〈◊〉 the sporting of the Deity Themselves disâ—lay Wonders indeed they are Which do exceed Man's comprehension far Here'tis that God himself t' himself displays From whence the sence arises up in â—oys A thousand thousand things for aye arise AEternal Waters and Eternal Sâ—ies Hence Paradâ—â—e and the internal Orbs Do cloath themselves in their illustrous Garbs Should all the Stars for Counters serve they were Too few to number all the Wonders here Whilst I am wrap'd in meditating them I am amaz'd amazement stops my Pen. Here Loves and Glories do unite in one Here is that three-times sacred Union 'Twixt God and Man betwixt the Deity And the immaculate Humanity From whence the Lillies and the Wonders grow From whence the Joyes of Love and Blisse do flow This is the marriage of the sacred Lamb The Soul returneth here from whence it came With the additions of Aeternal Blisse SOPHIA to the Soul united is The Soul to Her the virgin Body here Such are the Joyes and Blisses of this Sphear Man of all Worlds is an Aepitomy And with all Worlds that are he doth agree Ah why should th' outward Captivate him so As he the rest should not so truly know That ah pâ—epostrous th' outward World should have Most rule in Him and all the rest in slave Or hide them from his eyes so deeply that He thinks those Worlds and He are separate The outer Case of Flesh doth represent The outer world in which the others vent Themselves th' internal worlds themselves do spread About the Heart th' Eternal in the Head So are they plac'd in Man and so they be In th' inner ground as all the Wise do see All outer pleasures of the World do stretch Themselves but to the Flesh and do but reach The outer sences Carnal pleasures flow In lower Regions and are left below Th' internal worlds are open'd in the Breast There Paradise and all its Joys exprest Are there likewise the darker Worlds harsh source It self in Anguish and in pain doth force The sence of feeling lyeth in that part And Paradise doth open in the Heart But what from this Eternal Sphear is shown Within the Centre of the Head 's made known For there the eye and ear are manifest To which all sights and heav'nly sounds exprest Are all the Wonders of this higher Sphear When they are shown are manifested there This is a Mist'ry unto those that know No other Worlds but this out world below But to our Pilgrim let us now return Whose progress shall to those who will not spurn The Truth make known some Myst'ries of this Sphear Which may be shown but those that thus appear For scorners sakes a little vail'd must be And yet our Vailes are made of Tiffany So that an Eye not altogether blind The sence and meaning of our words may find Our happy Pilgrim who in Paradise In Blisse and pleasure in Love's bosom lies Feeling those pleasures that do scorn annoy And breathing in the Fire of purest Joy Doth Heav'n already as it were possess Seated in Blisse and crown'd with Happinesse But Love's immortal Prince doth now relate To him the glory of an higher state He being fitted by the Prince of Love For this ascension now must farther Move O here it lyes not in the Will of Man For one step selfly forward move he can Not here it must be Iesus he alone Conveighs the Soul to this Caelestial Throne Who whilst 't is wholly passive swiftly whurl'd Is in Love's Coach into th' Eternal World The silver Clouds of Paradise do meet In a Conjunction and at Iesu's feet Conspire who with the Pilgrim back those clear Clouds mounting thence into th' Eternal Sphear But e're the Pilgrim went the Graces all Approaching him into his Lap let fall Their Royal bounties all desiring He T' accept those small Presents would pleased be For by their virtue he his subjects might Rule seated in his Royal Throne aright FAITH gave her golden Shield beset with Gemnis Whose sight Hel's mighty Monarch fears it seems As much as Mortals did that Buckler dread On which was pourtray'd curs'd Medusa's Head For when so e're he spies that glorious Shield Screeching and howling he deserts the Field A golden Anchor he receiv'd from HOPE Which not the force of Hell could e'r pull up When once 't was fix't upon the Billows ride He safely could and all Hel's storms abide Without the least of Danger and by this In mid'st of Stormes h' in mist of safety is ZEAL brought a Sword whose hilt with glittering Gold Shan from whose two-edg'd blade flames sprightly rold The Stygian Princes flesh no Weapon but This terrible two-edged Sword can cut This is the Sword of the bless'd Spirit and Hell for his furies can its force withstand A Royal Miter profer'd PIETY Which Crown'd the Pilgrim's royal brows on high The Helmet of Salvation it was O'relaid with Gold and fram'd of solid Brass Which all Hel's Thunderbolts could never pierce Nor all his shafts though they were ne'r so fierce COURAGE a Breast-plate gave of solid Steel Through which he Hel's black Arrows could not feel Of Righteousness it was whose shining glass Retorted Hel's black shafts into his face So that the more he seeks to wound his foes The more by 's own shafts shall his damage grow True IOY a Royal Robe presented where All Paradise's flowers embossed were Love fram'd the stuff and Innocency wrought Into true True-Love-Knots all that Ioy brought This Robe could not defiled be with sin If Hell flings Durt on 't it fals off ag'en An upright Staff UPRIGHTNESS gave for guide A golden pair of Compâ—sses beside By which all Actions measur'd ought to be Beyond whose bounds his steps ought not to flee Whilst by that Staff and Compasses he goes Hell nor the World did dare his Way oppose TRUTH she presented him the sacred Writ In which he might behold all things that fit Were to be done and what to be eschew'd HUMILITY a Van to sift the Proud Actions and Thoughts to sift the Chaff and the Cockle from the bright Wheat of Purity OBEDIENCE a silvet wheel presented By which all adverse Thoughts to be tormented Were and all Actions that did Rebels prove Unto the Laws and Crown of sacred Love By which close-grinding Wheel the flowr was ta'ne From the enclosure of the fruitless Bran. But RESIGâ—ATION gave a golden Crosse In which contain'd was not one grain of dross Love's glorious badge where all Opposers dy'd And where all humane Wills were crucifi'd A Crosse on which who hung were mounted ev'n From Death to Life from Earth to highest Heav'n 〈◊〉 WISDOM gave a
MUNDORUM EXPLICATIO OR The Explanation of an Hieroglyphical FIGURE Wherein are couched the Mysteries of the External Internal and Eternal Worlds shewing the true progress of a Soul from the Court of Babylon to the City of Ierusalem from the Adamical fallen state to the Regenerate and Angelical Being A Sacred POEM written by S. P. Armig. Through Faith we understand that the Worlds 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 were framed by the Word of God so that things that are seen were not made of things that do appear Heb. 11. 3 God hath in these last dayes spoken to us by his Son whom he hath Created Heir of all things by whom he made the Worlds Heb. 1. 2. O homo quid miraris Syderum altitudines profunditatem maâ—is animi tui abyssum intra mirare si potes Isid. lib. 1. de suâ— Bon. Quod magis ad nos Pertinet Nescire Malum est Hor. Sat. lib. 2. Quid noscis si teipsum nescis Bucer in Psal. Homo ad contemplandum Creatorem suum Conditus est Gregor Mor. 8. LONDON Printed by T. R. for Lodowick Lloyd at the Castle in Cornâ—il 1661. INTO THE SACRED TREASURIE OF THE IMACULATE LAMB OF GOD THE HOLY IESUS KING OF ALL THE WORLDS AND MANS REDEEMER THE MOST UNWORTHY OF HIS SERVANTS HUMBLY PROSTRATE IN ALL HUMILITY BEGS LEAVE TO CAST THIS HIS SMALL MITE THE PREFACE CHRISTIAN Religion is summed up in these two words LOVE God with all thy Heart and thy Neighbour as thy self Here indeed lies contracted the whole LAW of God and of Nature There are not many Volumns of Acts and Statutes to be observ'd nor need mans memory be much burthen'd with the number of Doctrines and Commands They are few and Natural easie and plain They are all contracted into one word LOVE and what more natural appetite is there then that Vhat is Natural is easie what easie is plain Man in his primarie state and Condition was created with this appetite Love as the meanes whereby he might enjoy the felicity he was created to He naturally loved God his Creator and Fountain from whence he sprung as it is still naturall for all Creatures to Love their Original which is their Natural appetite not depraved Now God requires no more of man but that he follow that first institution and appetite of true Nature for which he was Created which was to Love God and that since his fellow Creatures were multiplyed that that natural appetite of Love should also be brancâ—ed forth to them as a part of Man's self so that the one has relation to our souls enjoyment the other to our living rightly that is Godly soberly righteously But Man being created a free Agent whilst in Paradise this natural appetite grew weak and through his disâ—â—dience became depraved and fell to lower Objects which as a Curse inherently sticks on all his posterity so that Man is apt to Love the base and terrene things of this world better than his Creator and the more sublime of the other World This is the reason Man disobeys God aud hurts himself for the strongest Love causes the strickest obedience so that did we love God we should obey him and did we truly love our selves we should not sinne against our Neighbour for what ever injury we do to him the Law of 〈◊〉 givâ—s him a retaliating power to do to us though the strict Rules of the Goâ—â—â—l anâ— of Câ—riâ—â—inity teaches better Now 〈◊〉 to Lovâ—â—nd serve God is the end of all Religion what need there be so many Disputes and alterations concerning the mâ—anâ—s of â—o â—hip and formes of Religion whilst man busies â—imself in those outward Quarrels and Dâ—fferences he looses the substance and maâ—row of his Religion and instead of a fâ—â—ling Love of God finds only a moral Noâ—ion of Him Awâ—y then with the Names of sects of Churches and more Holy and separate Congregations of Men and let all pâ—esse afâ—er this Love of God and Charity to our Neighbour to do to Him as we would have him do to us and to live with a good Conscience under those Lawes and formes as our superiours by the special Providence of God are permitted to impoâ—e upon us which we ought to do if such Lâ—wes and Formes are no wayes a hinderance to thâ—s Command of Loving God It is in eâ—d that diâ—â—utative and wrangling Spirit which has lately seiz'd on this part of the World that â—as dampt Man's Love to God and Châ—â—ity towards his Neighbour every one imposing on the lâ—berty and Conscience of another what aâ—pâ—ars Truth to himself They forget to write this on the Table of their memories ab alio expectes alteri quod feceris for did they they would Conâ—â—der that Man's Conscience is not to bâ— forc'd the worship of God ought to be free and that there is an unchangeable and Eternal Law wrote by the 〈◊〉 of God in the Heart of every man by which he shall receive his Condemnation if 〈◊〉 by which the Heathens are inexcâ—sable aâ—d must bâ— brought to Iudgement Châ—ist the Saviour of man-kind caâ—e not into the World to abrogate this Law but to confirm it to make it mâ—re excellent and to polish it by his Prâ—cepts â—nd Doctrine whereby it might become more easie and more to the Capacity of maâ— Therefore to live according to the Rules anâ— Prâ—câ—pts of Christ and to be a true Chrisâ—ian is to Live according to the Rules of Nature sublimeâ— by the Doctrine of Iesus But thâ— Devil that subâ—le Enemy of mankind has evâ—r made the way of a Christian to seem so hard and â—o repugnant to the Lawes of Nature that it has almost affrightâ—d flesh and blood to enter upon it whâ—n indeed it is the most genuine aâ—d natural â—ath that can be â—rod both to the satisfaction of the Soul and Body Indeed to Nature dâ—praved from its first institution and purity 〈◊〉 with the vitious enormities of hellish 〈◊〉 and of that dark Sphear the way of a Christian must seem hard and intolerable and in that regard strait is the Way and â—â—rrow is the Gate that leaâ—s to Life Eternal Through the cunning instigation of the Devil Man being in the state of fallen or depraved Nature and finding the outward World with all its pleasurable baits and allurenâ—ents so grâ—eable and correâ—â—ondent to this depraved Naâ—ure and to his senses he is content to live â—herein and superficially to worship God unâ—er a few Notions and 〈◊〉 about which he much troubles hiâ—â—elf wâ—en indeed hâ— ought to worship God in Spiâ—it and in â—râ—th which is to Lâ—ve him with the whole Heart and to obey him intirely therefore he must put off this whole Nature and be cloatâ—ed anâ—w which is the 〈◊〉 and narrow way of Câ—rcumcision and then that Light or Eternal Law written in his Heart will direct him to live holily before God and uprightly towards men Man being a sensible Creature as well as rational is in both capacities
her bowels understand Let them her seal'd-up dores unbarr and there Her rusty Treasures brighten and reclear Let such dive down into her depths below And the Arcana's of her Min'rals know Let them th'row ev'ry Room and Chamber run And know the virtues of her central Sun Which with its Heat pierceing th'row ev'ry room Gives life to seeds sown in her vaster womb Let such behold her hidden Palaces Where sealed up lye hid her Mysteries There let them Tin Ir'n or pine Stibium Brasse Virmilion Merc'ry Lead and Coperasse Copper Letrargyre Marble Salt and Iet View and let them break up her Cabinet Where they with curious prying eyes behold May all her Mines of Silver Steel and Gold Her choyce of Rubies Saphires Calcedones Her Topaz Opals Emeraulds Diamond 's Her Carbuncles her Amythists her store Of Turques Crystals and a thousand more Let them the virtues of the Load-stone see And all the Earths that Medcinable be Let them their secrets dayly meditate Through them God's name and wonders predicate Let others on her superficies walk And thorow all her vegitables stalk Into Earths dainty garden-plats let them Come and search out the vertues of each stem Let them the secrets of all simples know The vertues of all herbs and flowers that grow Let them consider flowers fragrancies Their checquer workâ— and dainty diapres The Violets the Roses and the Lilies The Pansies Marigolds and Daffodillies Th' admired Lotos secret vertues given To herbs and shrubs by the free hand of heaven Let Mugwort Saffron Burnet Piony Swines-bread St. Johns-wort and Succory Madder Angelica and Bittany Lunaria Hellebore and Dittany With thousands more whose vertues wonderfâ—l Men into admiration justly pulâ— Consider'd be Then that which makes us bread And grain of all sorts be considered Then let them walk unto the spacious groves And see the Male-Palms woo their female Loves View there the Peruanan Brasil how It peopled doth like to a Village show See there the Oak the Maple Ash and Vine The Elm the Larch the Cedar and the Pine The Indian Cocos which supplies the lack Alone both of the belly and the back The Corck the Osier Alder Willow Holm The Poplars Beaches Yews against a storm Good for a shelter and consider these The Natures and the Uses of the trees Then to the fragrant Orchards go and there The Apple Plum the Cherry and the Pear The Apricock the Oring Quince and Beach The Limon Feald-beard Walnut that doth reach It's head to Heav'n almost the Olive Date The Baulm and Spice-trees which are good to eat See and admire the Hand of Providence Their Wonders virtues and their excellence Let others also view Earth's numerous guests And daily weigh the natures of the Beasts The Mysteries of Animals they may And their hid virtues to the World display Let them traverse th' Hercanian Woods and there The shaggy Lion and the cruel Bear The Elephant Rinocerot the Bore The Camel Bull Horse Asse a thousand more Behold and in black Chus his scorched plaines Draw out the Serpents from the sandy draines Consider there the Basilisk they may Who through his eyes his poyson doth conveigh The scaly Dragon spiteful Viper the Aspick and Adder and Tarantule Which puâ—s the stung into a Capering fit Then call for Musick that 's the cure of it Dâ—ynas and Dispas Scorpion and Eft Who tho but small to kill can make a shift The Horn'd Cerastes and the Crocadile Who daily stuffs his mighty paunch in Nile And let them the Camâ—lions various hue With worms and flies Bees other insects too Consider well and let them then proclame The virtues and the Wonders of the same Again let others with industr'ous bent View and review the other Element Peer into Rocks and on the Mountains Top See mighty Rivers infant springs burst up And let them weigh while others range the Woods The several virtues of the Crystal floods Let some behold the Cateracts of Nile Others the source of Tanais the while Some rapid Tigris others Euphrates Ganges and Plate great Rivers rather Seas Tagus and Rhyne and Rhone and Tiber too Arn Sâ—in and Po Ister and 〈◊〉 view Our silver â—â—is which upon the main 〈◊〉 born smels purges and grows sweet again Th' Effects and Operations then Recount Of the day cold and the Night-scalding fount Of Athamas whose cold and Crystal Flood Gives living flames unto the drenched Wood. Or Silarus or the Ciconian streames That wood convert to solid stone it seems Or the Arcadian Well of which who drinks All other waters yea wine loathsome thinks Also Lincestus who drink much of it Do reel like Drunkards in a drunken fit A thousand more scarce credible and then The medicinable waters good for men The Bathes of Bathe Bangers in Gascony And Bajae famous once in Italy Then to their Fish-boat with their tackle try To draw from Brooks the Silver-coated fry The speckled Trour the Barbel Tench and Ele The dainty Salmon Cherin Lampry Seile And â—ny more Then hoist into the Seas Where great variety their minds may please Where they as many several wonders view May as in th' Earth and airy Regions too Th'row NEPTUNE'S waâ—'ry Regions let them go To THETIS Coral-garnish'd Court below There let them view the shrubs the Trees the Pearls The Syrens Mearmaids Tritons with their shels And all the Fishes that do daily sport Themselves within great NEPTUNE'S liquid Court There they may Philanthropic Dolphins see The Whirle-Pool Whales the terrour of the Sea Leviathans the Sturgions Amia's The Cuttles Tunnys Prawnes and Remora's The Pearl-Fish Oysters Sargus Cantharus The Mullet Herring Uranoscopus With many more which in that Region swarm Of sund'ry sizes qualities and Form There they the qualities of the Sea to know May strive how it doth daily ebb and flow Its virtues properties how like a Lover The Earth embraces and yet flows not over And seeing these Aâ—cana's of the flood May preach the wonders praise the Name of God Also let others winged th'row the air Propitiously their noble courses steer And let their constant minds be dayly bent Upon the wonders of that Element There they may ransack every cave and house That doth belong to boistrous Aeolus The several Regions of the air they may With Hails and Snows and Rains and Frosts display With Dews and Comets Exhalations Thunder Mists Blasts and Fâ—mes and Lightnings full of wonder They too consider may when they are there The winged people of the moving air Up to the Eagles Eyrie may they run And see the Eaglets face the dazling Sun Scorning to wink for by this certain sign Fowles Prince knows that her brood is genuine Thence to the Arabian spicy woods they hast May and behold the Phaenix in her nest The Whilst her spicy bed begins to burn And her consumeth in her fragrant urn Straight way the ashes in her dainty Tomb Take life and so the grave becomes the womb Of a new Phaenix from whose ashes rise Another
And smiling thus unto the Will she spake What is the reason that you would forsake The Pilgrim to his Blisse Shall pleasures sence And Passions strong conspiracy from thence Detain you 't is the World and Sathan that Hatâ— circumvented you into this Plot. All what they promâ—se are meer shaddows know That all things â—e so that are here below Why fear this Gate This will indeed conduct You to a higher Sphear your Way obstruct Back to the Dunghill Earth what then if here You pleasures find much more in that bright Sphear You shall unto Eternity enjoy And there where is an everlasting Day You shall reside inthron'd in 〈◊〉 shall be One with that Will which first created thee Shall Earth to Heav'n be prefer'd below How full of uglâ—nesse do all things show To eyes which heav'n's Beauties see dung ne're Did unto Jewels half so vile appear Wilt thou not then forsake this world and passe Thorow this Gate unto this blessed place Let my entreats of Love prevail so far When for your happinesse they spoken are Be not a Captive to the world but be One unto Heav'n and that is to be free A thousand Rayes fled from her eyes as fast As from her mouth flew Word with which they past Into her Heart wherewith such melting Love Like soft oyl mixt with Wâ—ne about they move Down falls the will and by her looks doth show That now she 's willing th'row the Gate to go The Will thus gain'd the Pilgrim values not The Sences not the Passioâ—s weaker plot By her he ' d tame them whensoever they Shall dare t' appear for to obstruct his Way Now Faith and Hope anew their plumes do â—ear And from him with their Wings brush Doubt and Fear No longer now the World nor Sathan can With-hold him their intreats and Threats in vain Are now he is resolv'd and though they fling Themselves upon his neck and 'bout him cling He passes on and th'row the Gate doth presse Those Hooks and Sythes his heavy load redresse One pulls off Sathan by the heels The Sp'rite Of the Great World another â—ook doth light All grosser sinnes and vainer pleasures by A Sythe cut off jumbled together lye Upon the ground a I anâ—e the flâ—sh rips up And noughty thoughts cuâ— from the head do drop Unto the Earth Flesh feels the worser smart Which pierced is unto the very Heart Past through he views himself extuberancies Which obvious were are all cut off he sees But smaller wenns stack closer to his skin And other hidden Griefs lay close within Which hooks nor Sythes had yet cut off but these A haâ—der task par'd must be by degrees For now he knows Mortality he must Loose ere he sees Ierusalem the blest No sooner past this narrow Gate but they Enter an asper and a narrow Wâ—y At first nor Trees nor grasse he found nor did See any place for to repose his Head Both sides with Rocks were wall'd Asperity The one side pav'd the other Poverty The way of SELF-DENIAL this they call'd The VValk of Trial where Obedience dwell'd The Stygian Proteus varies shapes more than The cloudy Pictures in the Sky a Man There you may see and by and by the same A Lion Horse and then a Bear become So he who at the Circumcising Gateâ— In shape of Grosser sinns pull'd off of late More Spiritualâ—z'd becomes like Anicus grows More strong by 's falls whilst to the Earth one throws Him in one shape he rises up anon Cloath'd in another and as strong agen Like Pâ— lius therefore with him we must Cope With chaines of Persevâ—rance bind him up Or else like Hercules this Anteus Croud To Death betwixt the Armes of Fortitude We must not think but he will tempt us still Untill we come unto that sacred Hill Where we may say Sathan avoid and know A Deity commandeth thee to bow Then otherwise he shall not dare to do Us then shall Angels minister unto Long in this path our Pilgrim had not gon But on a sudden he is set upon By a great Satyr on his back he wore The bristly Jacket of a new-slain Bore His sleeves were hispid Goat-skins and upon His Crest a great bunch of Satyrion Orchis and Southernwood instead of plumes Wav'd All his garments stunk of strong perfumes The juyce of Ash his Face besmear'd his hair With Nutmegs powder'd was his right hand bare A Shield in which was pourtrai'd Pasipha Faustina Messalina Hellena I who have made the mightiest Monarchs bow Must I fight with so small a Pigmy now I 'le stop thy farther passage cries he out The first blow of this fair-fac'd Sword shall do 't Straight this sallacious Monster from his side A Weapon drew whose strength he oft had tri'd At him he ran with it But from the Sword His head the Pilgrim with the Crosse to guard Did think when straight the Sword converâ—ted to A naked Nymph who in that shamelesse hew Yet full of a fictitious Beauty flung Her Ivory armes about his Neck and clung Close to his Body wrestling all the while To trip him up yet in his face did smile In the mean time the Satyr with his clawes Endeavoured to ope his closed jawes Having a poys'nous Filtre in his hand The which he meant to make him swallow and Fescinan Songs singing with Goatish breath The Pilgrim h' almost stifled had to Death Great danger was he in both Faith and Hope Strove till they weary were The Will did Cope Be'ng now resolv'd most strenuously and now Her armed courage did to purpose shew But in his greatest danger almost spent With this certation GRACE assistance sent A Nymph doth one of her bright Train appear Whom purple Wings of chasest Turtles bear From the polluting Earth More white than snows Her garments were a Lillied Crown her brows Precing'd her neck a chain of Saphirs and No spots had ever her pure garments stain'd In her sweet eyes Rare Modesty kept Court Alternate blushes on her Cheeks did sport Sâ—lence sat on her Tongue and Beauty spread A lovely splendor all about her Head Of all the Nymphs the Pilgrim yet had seen This in his eyes for Beauty seem'd the Queen Hearts could not chuse but do her homage not If Heav'n Love refrain from loving her Day ne'r came forth out of the Eastern Gate With so bright face or so immaculate A Shield one hand did bear where you might see Ioseph Diana and Penelope Susaâ—na and the Apostles Maid who bare The World's Redeemer and Him pourtrai'd there Green Lettice sugared with Continence Upon a snow-white plate of Abstinence Sharpned with Laboâ—â—r in her other hand She brought and did close by the Pilgrim stand As fair Aurora with the brush of Light Strikes down the Cobwebs of the â—ordid Night From off the face of Heaven every morn The Light which did this Nymphs bright face adorn Strook from the Pilgrim those black clouds of Lust And to the Earth both Nymph and Satyr
did A Dove and Serpent seemed to be hid Her right hand bore a Dove her left did hold A Serpent which iâ—s tail about her rowl'd Meeting the Pilgrim from his hands she took The slack'ned reines and thus her mind she broke Sâ—â—y zeal-sparr'd Pâ—lgrim if thou safe wilt be Thou must commit the Reines of Zeal to me In this rough paâ—â— and 'tween the Mountains let Me be your guide least that you danger meet Zeal drives so fast that he will quickly crr Unlesse my Dove and Serpent draw the Carr. Those who without me go become forlorne Lose the right Path prove to the World a scorn Cast Pearls before the snowts of Swine and feed The ravenous Dogs with holy Childrens breadâ— Dangers incur which they might fairly shun Do what they by and by wish were undone Admit of me and I will be your guide I know which Way how where and when to ride â—rust me and I will bear you in my armes Untouched through the Multitude of Harmes That Majesty which beamed in her Face Constrain'd the Pilgrim to consent a place Upon his right hand for her he provides And now he soberly and softly rides Prudence is joyn'd with Zeâ—l nor does this want It s former heaâ— but lesse extravagant By that is made He who will rightly move Must first conjoyn the Serpent and the Dove Now safely goes our heav'nly Traveller Nor from this blest though rugged path doth err Nothing appears that may obstruct hisâ— Way But it he even with the Earth doth lay Dame Vigilantia all about doth seek For â—s foes which found Zeal doth their powers break Conquers them quite and by their fall doth raise Trophies of Honour and immortal praise By halves God will not have his work be done Nor must those faulter who this Race do run Clean must the house be swept to find the groat All must be sold before the Pearl be bought No Delilah must shave thy Locks but she Must be o'recome lest that she conquer thee Though thus far thou art gone as yet there may Some Delilah be left for to betray Thee to thy foe let Vigilantia find Her out then let Zeal all her powers bind And cast her from thee whatsome'r it be Thou 'rt loath to part with Delilah's to thee But when she conquer'd is faster thou ' â—t move On wings of speed unto the Gates of Love Thus Vigilantia to our Pilgrim brought His Delâ—lah the which he little thought For to have parted with and must she dye Cryes he who did within my bosom lye Yes answer'd Zeal God will with none dispence Slain on the Altar of Obedience She must be e'r we farther passe she slain He posteth forward without stop amain With full Carere he runs and full of Joy Leaveth behind him all the rugged Way He enters now a place where all about Light like the Sun from bright Clouds issues ouâ— By this clear Light he now begins to see What hurtfull rebels all the Passioâ—s be And how the Sences hurt irregular Affections also how they hurtful are Therefore he these now takes to task and first The Rebel Passions that oppose him durst He conquereth these now his slaves become Who had so often Lorded over him He will not kill them quiteâ— because they may Be useful to him whilst they him obeyâ— Not meerly Stoical in order he Keeps them He 's Lord and they his servants be Then all the Sences he doth Regulate And their excursions wisely moderate Makes them to know that he 's their Lord and they Are forced now his pleasure to obey Carnal affections stoop These Crucifie He doth lest they should draw his mind awry Where he God's Image seeth most he there Doth his affections as in justice share By this same Light he also sees that he Can in the Earth own no propriety All that he hath he offers to the Lord He 's but a Steward and must nothing hoard Contrary to his Master's Will but here Pâ—udence directs him how his Goods to share Else subtle Sathan would step in the while And with his tricks would him of all beguile By this Light also he espies his flesh To be a Case made up of Earthly trash A prison to his Soul now he espies Another Body in that Body lies The inward man which as the outward dies Lives gathers strength and doth in triumph rise This Body now he longeth to attain And by the death of all things it to gain Now every motion opposite must die Flesh and its Members he doth crucifie All things are sacrific'd by Diligence Upon the Altar of Obedience â— The fleshly body every hour dies The sp'ritual doth as fast in triumph rise He 's now diswedded from the World He knows He 's not to be now at his own dispose Therefore his Body Soul and spirit he Doth consecrate to Heav'ns high Majestie All that he has to Heav'n he offers and All he retains comes from its bounteous Hand Now joyes surround him Comfort is the Way Nor Night is seen all is a mystic Day The Sun of Righteousnesse his brighter Beams Displays and th'rough his Heart his sweetest streams Of brightnesse run his spiritual foes stand off And dare not venture for a Counter-buff They tremble now and fear the world's grand tye Will be assunder burst by Chastity For she appears unto the Pilgrim now Who to her feet his humble Head doth bowâ— Her eyes gave â—lames as pure as those which lye Beyond the blew Seas of the azuâ—e Skie Her countenance a brighter Light did grace Than that which â—hineâ—h in Diana's Face But when her virgin Lips she opened Th' incircling ayr with purity was spread Thither their Purple Wings the Turtles move To draw the ayâ— in of the purest Love The joyning Corals happy Kisses break She did and thus did to the Pilgrim speak Hail happy Pilgrim who thus far art from Earth's durty soyl and foul pollutions come Not far thou art from the blest City but Before thou thither come 't is requisite That thee and I should joyn therefore receive From me the Bounties that I daily give Unlesse thou with my Mantle cover'd be Thou never shalt the heav'nly Salem see Polluted eyes polluted hearts and hands Must not come there Heav'n will admit no stains Flesh must not enter Heav'n nor can you come Cloathed with that into the secret Room Where the grand Mysteries are revealed by Heav'n's gracious Prince the Son of Majesty The fleshes quickly-vanish'd pleasures foul With spots the cloathing of the purest Soul Spread clouds before her eyes so that she may Not see the brightnesse of the purest day And hang a Vail between her â—elmed eyes And the blest Ark of sacred Mysteries 'T is I that must make white the Soul and that Dark Cloud before her dull eyes dissipate 'T is I must draw aside this Vail 't is I That lead the Way to Heav'ns great Mysterie Christ doth all this by me 't is I that am Sent for
't is not for fear That he to her such reverence doth bearâ— From Love 't is his Obedience springs and that The slavish fears of Hell doth terminate Now all things easie are no Seas can stop Nor Mountains those he swims and these climbs up Now in his breast a strong attraction he Feels draw'ng him up to Heav'n continually Now constant ardors burn within his Breast And flames of Love give rest in his unrestâ— He feels most blest Enthean heats surprize His soul which make 't a living sacrifice A pleasing Tincture th'row his Body flows And like a Flower in Paradise he grows All sorrows now are banish'd down to Hell He nothing doth but Joyes and Raptures feel The Seraphims indite some sacred Song Which they decant by his Hymniferous Tongue And modulating too those heavenly Layes His Harp an Angel by his Fingets playes Under the Covert of the Angels Wings By Love inspir'd aloud this Song he sings Go Gnedian Idols spend your darts On all Luxurious pruriant Hearts A nobler shaft has pierced mine Which flames with Fires more divine You may now shoot but shoot in vain Such â—haâ—ts my Heart shoots back again My eyes your Venom cann't receive Heav'n's Queen a Remedy did give Her Beauty dwelleth in my eyes I therefore you and yours despise Fair Ladies all your Beauties spare For in my eyes they sullied are I Styx see in a Hellens Face Now I have seen a Deitesse You Cyprian Lovers now no more Your beautious Images adore Cease now your fond Idolatry Speak no more Lovers blasphemy Fling in the Fire your wanton Layes Which blushes in chast Cheeks do raise Cease your Encomiums your blisse Meer mortal dust and ashes is A wrinckled Baucis all the while The glory wears of your high Style Let fairer Souls a Godesse please Whilst Bacca's joyn with Thyrsites Had you but seen my heav'nly Bride Youl 'd count all beauties dung beside Aâ—d cease to idolize a Face Where white and red 's the chiefest Grace But my blest Bride SOPHIA is Both Queen of Beauty and of Blisse Her Face shines clearer than the Sun In his bright Chariot at Noon Her Crystalline eyes are the glass In which themselves the Angels dress The Beams that cometh from her eyes Give Light to Heav'n and Paradise Her eares the Seats of Judgements are Immortal Fortitude her hair Her Brows of highest Majesty High Wisdom in her mouth doth lye 'T is by her words the Angels Live Her Breath doth Life immortal give The beaming glory in her cheeks With splendor Heav'ns high Pallace strikeâ— A Diadem her brows do tye Of Blisse and Immortality Her sacred breasts the Fountains be Of Joy and true Felicity Ambâ—osia doth thence proceed The Heav'ly Manna Angels bread Water of Life blest Nectar streams Thence clearer than the Crystal geâ—ms In which as thorow Heaven it slips The Angels drench their Rosie Lips Her armes the Angels do enfold Her Hands immortal Blessings hold Upon her knees doth Pity sit And Goodnesse cloaths her Legs and Fâ—â—t Her Garments are of Light divine Which brighter than the Sun do shine The blew and starry Carpet's spread For her blest Feet upon to tread Whose blessed touches purâ—â—ie The Body of the Crystal Sky Such is my Bride and now who dare With my Bride's beauty theirs compare Sacred SOPHIA 't is in thee I place all my Felicity Blest with thy sight all things below Do very much deformed show I cast my eyes to thee above Ah I am even sick of Love Comfort me with thy fruit divine Stay me with Flagons of thy Wine Ah let me banquet now with thee And spread thy Banners over me Thou art the Rose of Sharâ—n thou A Lily in the Vale doth grow Thou aâ—t more fair than is the Sun Thy Garments smel of Lebanon My eyes unto thy Face I move Ah I am overcome with Love That Fire of Love which flows about My heart whole Seas cannot put out Not the black fear of dreadful Hell To be obedient doth compel Nor now those torments to eschew Enforces me to follow you It is from thee and not from thence That springeth my obedience 'T is Love of thee not Fear of Hell Which me to serve thee doth compel 'T is not Heav'ns blessed Joys that move Or do intice me to this Love It is not Heav'ns high Crown that draws 'T is Love alone a stronger cause Not Heav'ns high Blessings I regard I Love thee not for a Reward Fling me to Hel and if you will Yet will I Love SOPHIA stil. These flames which kindle in my breaâ—â— Shall never out until I rest Within thy bosom and there be Enclosed to AEternity Thus chaunts SOPHIA'S Lover whilst his 〈◊〉 Is warbling forth this Love-inspired Songâ— Love agitates with flames his noble breast And spreadeth there a most delicious feast The Câ—ystal Water turns to blushing Wine There banquets PSYCHE and her Love divine Their meat is Mâ—nnâ— their Wine Nectar is Their Banquets Love and everlasting Blisse Hell never ' frighted him so fast to Heaven Nor ever had Heav'n such attractions given As Love gives now he every day a year Supposes till he doth inhabit where His blest SOPHIA is Nothing can move Him backward now be'ing drawn by force of Love Forwards he runs and to his Love he pray'th That she would make a tryal of his â—aâ—th All difficulties past account he does As nothing and as things meer frivolous Not to be counted hard so high's his Zeal His Faith he longs with his Heart-blood to seal And now he thinks he Aâ—â—as could remove And nothing ' counts impossible with LOVE Sathan indeed this noble Champion In these Love-furies dares not set upon He stands a loof The Pilgrim hasts a pace To gain the end of this Heav'n â—winning Race He be'ing Heav'n's Favourite and that he may Be even lost and swallow'd in a Sea Of divine Pleasures and â—xcessive Blisse APOCALYPSIS she Commission'd is To ope his Sences with her Crystal Key That he aforehand may in Heaven be By her assistance she perform'd it straight And op'd his inner sences five-fold gate No sooner had APOCALYPSIS bright Fingers unlock'd the Gaâ—es of 's inner sight But he th' internal World beholds and there Myriads of Angels in their proper Sphear The Light World sees whose chiefest rarities Display themselves before his inner eyes Tempean pleasures coâ—rt his eyes the Blisse Of Edenean gardenâ— present is All Paradise and whatsoever there Grow'th doth before his inner sight appear The Angels in their glorious Robes of Light Compass'd with splendant Rayes appear in sight And things in Heav'n unutterable he In highest pleasure and content doth see The thick gate of his inner ear unâ—aâ—â—'d No sooner was but he the voyces heard Of the Angelical Core whose sweeter Layes From dunghill Earth to Heav'n his Soul doth raise Th' harmonious sound of Harps his ears doth fill Proceeding from the blest Sâ—onian Hill Which doth his soul with such sweet pleasure smite
Soul 's blest tye Sees God beyond Thoughts Intellectually This is the stâ—te in which SOPHIA will Souls emptied thus with her blest Spirit fill Then is the Soul made fit for to receive Those Bounties which Heav'ns blessed Hand doth give For whilst thoughts do her empty vessels fill Receive she cann't Heav'ns higher Bounties well A Cup fill'd to the brim can hold no more Nor stomachâ— meat desire if full before Then is the Soul fit to be wrought upon And to receive Heav'ns seal's impression What in this state she doth or hear or see Must needs be true she cann't deceived be Unutterable were those Sweets which here Our Pilgrim felt before his eyes appear The Beauties of the inner Worlds and on His Soul divine irradiation Is pour'd and now his soul with Constant eye Beholds true glances of AEternity Pens are too weak for to expresse the Blisse Which in this silent state enjoyed is Thunders and Whirâ—winds are not Heav'ns choyce He softly whispers in a silent Voyce The Souls eares then are eyes what Heav'n then shows The Soul both hears sees â—eels and truly knows Deep is the sight when that no thoughts controul For Heav'n then gives eyes to the passive Soul Past reach of Reason then she flyes and there With a new Light sees demonstration clear But on our Pilgrim passes and to ease Himself oft rests in such blest Groves as these Which thick stood in the Way there quiet rest From working thoughts his passive Soul possest And now unto this World he bids adiew The inner World appeareth in his view No new relations he receives who from Spiritual tyes and Heav'ns kind hand doth come Those who do travel in the Way with him By Heav'ns Venter are his Bretheren And Sisters tyed by a neerer Bond Than ever Earth or Nature yet had don'd They are his Brothers be they rich or poor Who in their Hearts his Father's Image bear Those are his Fathers and his Mothers that Into Regeneration begot His Soul Nature's Children do ne'r to their Parents the Love which Heav'ns to theirs do bear Though he Loves all yet there 's degrees in Love Some are more near and some do farther move As in the building of an House you see Some stones do touch while others farther be Some are more near some keep a distance yet All to the Structure are exceeding fit So Spirits joyned are in that divine And heavn'ly building they do thus Combine Some they are nearer knit than others thus Iohn unto Christ the most beloved was Here Spirits signatur'd alike conjoyn And in a mystic union combine Here Spirits be espous'd and here they see That they meet helps unto each other be Some cann't receive from every vessel though Their thirsty souls drink what from others flow One gives another he receives and he Gives to another here 's the harmony Saints thus combin'd are like a Tower that Unshaken stands against the Devils shot He fears such unions therefore all his Art And cunning he still uses them to thwart O blessed union whom God thus doth joyn Let no man venture for to discombine This doth produce a Love implete with Blisse Which far above natural affection is No Man but he that has 't the Virtue knows Of this Love which from pure union flows Words cann't exprest that heart which feels it doth Know certainly that here I speak a Truth The highest love of Friendship which doth shine So bright 's the Image of this Love divine The Stars alone that doth concatinate Nature and Grace bind fast this firmer state He who this Love Possesses would rejoyce And with great joy ' count it an happy choyce To dye and suffer torments for his Brother And loose his blood with joy to free another In this state two are one one cannot smart Feel but it thrilleth th'rough the other's heart One cann't be sad but by a Sympathie The other's sinking Soul doth almost dye Joy never bloometh in the Face of one But gladnesse in the other's eyes doth shine Although â—eas and a thousand Leagues do part Their Bodies yet by sympathetic Art Their Spirits meet and kisse and do declare At the same moment how each other fare In the black lines writ by each others handâ— A flowing Fire of constant Love thy find No sooner can their eyes be plac'd on them But th'rough them to their hearts a flaming stream Of sweetest Fire runs and every Line Unto that Fire doth new fewel joyn O blessed Love which from true Union flows Thy sweetnesse none but those that tast thee knows Base Earthly Lust and wanton Love's alloy Is all but dâ—oâ—â—e and counterfeited joy Is mix'd with them hut here true sweetnesse is True Joy and an unutterable Blisse Our Pilgrim tasted this felicity Whereby he found all earthly Harmony Below this sweetnesse Sweets Affection But far more sweet is heav'nly Union In Bodies joyning is Earth's Lovers blâ—sse In Souls uniting Heav'ns true Lovers is Most justly did the Holy Spirit Call The Serpent the most subtle Beast of all And though in subtilty he doth excel His envy runneth with it parallel This sets abroach that this desires the ill That 's the Instrument for to perform it still And where he cann't do what he would to Man He ' l shew his Teeth and do what e'r he can Think you our Pilgrim though so far he be Gon past the reach of his fell Subtilty No Hell must shew his envy still and to The very last try what his power can do When he had try'd all Stratagems in vain The Pilgrim's union with the Saints to strain To burst that League which breaks the Leagues of Hell And their united Forces oft repel To spoil that mariage of Spirits from Whose happy juncture sacred Powers do come Which overthrow those Legions of the Great Prince of Hell and all Impiety To break that true-Loves Knot which only can Bind fast the hands of this fierce foe to Man When he in vain to hinder this had try'd And saw our Pilgrim by an happy Guide Had it attain'd he seeks some other Way In midst of all his Sweets him to betray His envious eye beholds the Pilgrim's Soul Oft to carouse it in Loves sacred Boul Where she whole streams of Nectar gulped down Sweeter than Honey or the Honey-Comb Down to his Stygian Kingdom goes the Foe And there assembles all his Cooks below Makes them to cull the fairest Fruit the Tree Of ills doth bear First then Complacency Then Covetousnesse then Pride then Sâ—lfishnesse Envy and Iealousie and such as these He takes and by a cunning Chymistry Draws out their blacknesse and deformity Extracts their bitternesse and makes them fair Refin'd like Crystal and as pure as ayr But yet the poyson still was left behind Which stronger grew the more they were refin'd From these a juice he drew most fair and clear And up he mounteth to the Pilgrim's Sphear Sculking behind a cloud this Serpent lay And for an
on the silver wire Gently their fingers chime the speaking Chords To which they marry Symphonizing words The Babe that sprung from this Conjunction Was Ravishment and Admiration Earth's sweetest voyces to their voyces are Like the hoaâ—se squeeking of a new-made Car. 〈◊〉 and Orpheu's skil surpast was here So was the charming musick of the Sphear Each whispering accent on its mounting wings To Paradise's highest summet brings The Pilgrim'â— Soul to Heav'n's high Thrones she ran Rais'd by the measures of their IASIAN Their Lydian straines his Heart exhilerate And with divinest Joyes it animate But whether pleas'd him most their Tongues oâ— Lyres He doubts both charm him and he both admires Their Tongues and Fingers sweetly there do vie Epods the one the other Melody Bring to contend but being sweetly joyn'd An happy Concord in their strife they find For whilst theiâ— Scarlet Tongues in quavering Notes A sweet concent breath from their sounding Throats And trembling strings their nimble fingers shake And a Symphosiac Diapason make Both gently strike the circumambiâ—nt Ayr And sweetly kiss and feast the Pilgrim's Ear Beauty his â—yes his Ears their musick feed And out of both by both's Soul 's ravished Whilst thus divinely learned measures they Upon their Timbâ—els and their Harps do play And whilst their prayse-tipt Tongues the ecchoing Groves with divinest accents make to ring Clouds of Perfumes and sweetest Spices come From their mouthes hollow aromatick room These spice the ayr musk amber-greece and Mirrh In one breath sweetly mix'd together were A gentle Zâ—pher muster'd in a trice Together all the sweets of Paradise For unto eveâ—y Tree and flower he flew Kissing them sweetly all their fragors drew Into 's inodorated mouth and there With sweet Ambrosiac Odors fil'd the fire Not all the Spices of Arabia Aloes nor Câ—sha nor stâ—ong Spiâ—kaard may With all the sweet Perfumes the Earth doth bear With these so redolent bless'd sweets compare Nor Cloves nor Cinnamon's sweet fragrancies Nor Liban's Cedars may compare to these Perfumes of Roses Pinks and Violets Of sweetest Flowers and of choysest sets Of Lilies Oringes and every thing In Paradise with every blast took wing And sweetly joyned take without offence The Ivory portals of his smelling sence This fresh assault of Odors strongly prest To ravishment the Pilgrim's smelling feast But now the costly dishes that were there As'k him why they so long neglected were Their Beauties promis'd that they there should meet More ravishments than he had tasted yet Upon them all his doubtful eyes he cast Musing on which he should begin to tast Each with a several beauty courts his sight And all to tast with equal force invite But whilst he mus'd a Cup fil'd to the brim The Angel took and sipt and gave it him 'T was sprightful NECTAR such as Saints above And all the angellic Chore to drink doth Love Unto the brim the spark ing Liquor skips And blushing deeper than the Pilgrim's Lips Invites them to the Boul they straitways joyn And down he takes that Boul of Heav'nly Wine Nor Spain nor Greece nor hundred-City'd Creet Could ever boast of Liquor half so sweet A golden Patin with Ambrosia His beauties next did to his eyes display On it he feedâ— Madera sugars are Sut both in tast and hew if you compare Them to the Ambrosiâ—c meat a thousand sweets At every tast his softer pallat meets The bread of Life stood in the second place Whiter than snow upon a golden Vase Then Heav'nly Manna in a silver plate With littering Beauties did invite to eat Like to the silver dewy drops in May Congeal'd a little in the plate it lay But so delicious was the tast of it That he was ravished at every bit This is the Angels food theiâ— daily Bread By which for ever they in Heaven are fed Milk Honey Oyl divinely mixt were there To nourish Comfort and the Spirits cheer 'T was Virgin 's Milk and Virgin Honey too Not fabl'd Iunâ—'s had so fair an hew Which paâ—'d Galaxia Nor Palestine E'r flow'd with Milk and Honey so divine The Muses birds from every flower do bear Gall if their Mel you unto this compare Nor ever did the Haemetian Mountain hold Such dulcified streams of liquid Gold Mincrva's Liquor bears a sooty foyl If once compar'd with this caelestial Oyl Full Bouls of Heav'nly Neâ—â—ar crown the board Cups full of Milk of the Aeâ—ernal Word Scaturiant stand whose purer White out-goes The fairest Lillies or the Alpine snows The Cups to smile with liquid silver seem Or Pearls dissolv'd or Clâ—opatra's gemm But they more rich and costly Treasures hold 〈◊〉 either liquid Silver Pearl or Gold 〈◊〉 Sugar nor the Honey founts of Creet 〈…〉 could a messe make half so sweet 〈…〉 that 〈◊〉 Milk for there 〈…〉 sweets commixed were 〈…〉 crystal Phials 〈◊〉 with the 〈…〉 and of Purity 〈…〉 whose Crystal Liquor shon 〈…〉 all the silver of the Moon 〈…〉 Water of Aetâ—rnal Life 〈…〉 Fire 's most happy Wife Ta'ne from that source whose crystallized streams Pearl Life's fair Trees Roots with their matchless gemm The Springs of Bethlehem which did David please No better were than Mirah's unto these The limpid Iordan though so clear he seem To these shews as Asphaltes shews to him Sampson's strange Spring with which he quencht his thirst Nor Mose's stream which from the Rock did burst Could march these Ever-living Streames one drop Of these it was that made those Springs burst up One drop of these fair Waves 't is gives unto All Rivers all the Crystal they indue Neighbours to these Cups of Obryziam Gold More precious than that of Ophir hold Dew far more sweet than that which doth distil From the sweet flowers upon HERMON Till From mystic SION'S sweetest flowers this By Angels hands fresh daily gathered is And all the Graces which did grace the Feast These twice bless'd Dews had by their Labour blest For from fair Paradise's Trees and flowers They had shook these more than Argolic showers From off the trembling Leaves they shook the drops Of purest Crystal into golden Cups Where a thousand crowded Pearls into one rold Shew'd like a fair one clasp'd in ductil Gold Deeply of these the happy Pilgrim sips And drenches oft his Nectarized Lips All mortal Waters this Azanium Did loathsome and diâ—tastful make to him And far more truly may this phrased be Than the Italians Chrisâ—i Lachrimae His Tears nor Blood were wanting there for in Most sumptuous Craters did that Liquor swim Whose tast and colour did by far excel The sweet and deep-dy'd Cretian Muscadel That sacred drink he also freely sips Which adds more Scarlet to his blushing Lips Besides all these upon the board did croud Of Paradise's Fruit a multitude Whose sweetest looks as well the eyes delight As their deliciousnesse the appetite No Salgaâ—a's nor yet Preserves express Can half the tythe of their deliciousness Nothing of Earthly acritude was there Nothing of sharp or bitter did appear 〈◊〉 were