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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55479	Mundorum explicatio, or, The explanation of an hieroglyphical figure wherein are couched the mysteries of the external, internal, and eternal worlds, shewing the true progress of a soul from the court of Babylon to the city of Jerusalem, from the Adamical fallen state to the regenerate and angelical : being a sacred poems / written by S.P., Armig.	Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?; Pordage, John, 1607-1681.	1661 (1661)	Wing P2974; ESTC R19164	225,779	377

they When Dye passe by this purging Region may But tell me Man what shall those Pilgrim's do VVho in Heav'ns Way have gone but come not to Be dead and risen with our Lord when by The Way they lose their mortal Life and dye They are not fit for Paradise What then Must they be hurled to the Stygian Den Must they be damn'd with God's great Mercy rather Doth it not stand to bring their Spirits hither Where they may finish what they had begun And to the end of Sion's Race may run Dost say 't is by Christ's Blood they 'r purg'd we know 't But dost thou know what time he ' l take to do 't 'T is he that doth it here 't is by his Blood And in this place that they are purifi'd It was dear Pilgrim Man's stupidity That me enforc'd to this Apostrophe But now I 'le tell thee more This is the place Which by Christ's Sermon once made happy was When he to those who perish'd in the flood Repentance preach'd and made predictions good 'T was to the dead departed souls that he Bestov'd his blessed bounteous Charity After his own death when he had in one By an Hypostatical Union His humane Soul and Deity conjoyn'd And not in No●h's time as some divin'd To Spirits not to Men in flesh he spake And did their Prison then a Temple make I would a question ask of peevish man Who doth to Death those you call Heathen damn Se'ing God all-mighty did with those souls bear Who 'fore the flood would not his servant hear But perish'd by the Waters and did them Not to an everlasting Death Condemn But to this Region brought their souls where they Their Ransom might with true Repentance pay Whither the Gentiles who but ' bate their name Do in morality most Christians shame Who before Christ's time liv'd by Nature's Law And conscientious unto what they saw Who had indu'd a moral Honesty Studious of that and all Sobriety Seeing that their Nature's dim taper had Only to walk by though their Light was bad They walk'd as well as that could guide and though They wanted that bright Sun which we do know They God in some part knew whether these be Condemn'd to Hell for all Aeternity Or whether God his Mercy has not shown To them and brought them to this Region Where they by Christ might saved be se'ing none Are saved but by blessed Him alone Seeing the Lord 's more merciful than to Require of them more than they ever knew Being Transgression's not without a Law And none damn'd for breach of what he ne'r saw This I would ask Man but I think that he Sarcasmes would return not answer me Let not the World presume nor yet surmise Because the Heathens works they equalize That they shall hith ' ● attain God has an higher And brighter Light gi'n to the World Require He therefore now doth at the Hands of Men Far greater things than he expected then Man's Talent's greater now the Stars upon The Heathens only now on Men the Sun Doth clearle shine Who falls for want of sight God pitty'd but will not now men have Light But let 's proceed for I have stai'd too long To speak of what the World doth count a Song The Pilgrim hearing this his eyes withdrew And bid the Spirits E●ga●lule adieu Now hand in hand they went but straight they were Come to the entrance of another Sphear The place seem'd like a grave 't was where such dead As he was used to be buried The Pilgrim looked in but in the place Nothing but a most horrid darkness was Which equaliz'd the pitchy clouds which fume At black Avernus from Hel's horrid womb 'T was Taen●●us or th' entrance into Hell Or from the third to the first Principle But thus the Angel to the P●lgrim said This is the grave in which no man was laid Before the mighty Son of God 't was here His sacred Virgin Limbs first layed were Here was he buried here must also thou Into this Grave as he did enter too I 'le be thy Guide fear not thy Coat will keep Off all the vapours of th' internal deep From hurting thee This said they both into That Cave of darksome Night together go Fancy not Reader that our Pilgrim crept Into some Cave or down some Cavern stept Or that the Worlds by outward distance are Disjoyn'd they are contingent every where And yet there is a Gulf between but this The entrance is into that dark A●ysse A sinking down from the third Principle Towards the Centre of the deepest Hell The darkest pitchy Night that ever was Her sa●ses could not to this horrid place Compare This is the Fountain when she lacks Whence she expromes her jetty deep-dy'd blacks Here 't is she dips her inky Mantles Here In soot or pitch she dyes what she doth wear Hence she those black Screens has which from our sights Oft times do hide Heav'n's little twinkling Lights But th' happy Pilgrim and the Angel here In spight of all Hel's pitch their Way see clear No Carbuncle whose fiery Rayes doth Night Chase from his presence ever gave such Light As that Purpurean Garment he had on Which like ten thousand joyned Rubine's shon And those bright Rayes which from the Angels Face Calligenous Night did from their presence chase Backward she flew as they approach'd and ●ell Just at the Feet of the great Prince of Hell But as they onward went a pointed Ray Beam'd neer the place where all the Devils lay Hell started back and all the damned Crew Under dark inky waves together flew Nothing mo●e terrible is to their sight Than the least beaming or a Ray of Light Great PLUTO trembled and his Throne did shake He fear'd least Christ another Voyage make Might th'rough his Kingdom to a●d pains to pains C●oser Confinement and more chaines to chaines But having drunk a draught of Stygian Nectar He ●wrod● grows Am not I Hell's PROTECTOR 〈◊〉 he Did not I dare at once to flye 'Gainst Heav'n's own Face and all his Hierarchie Do I so many Legions Command And do I here sneaking and trembling stand And dare not venture to see who these be That dare to venture on my Hell and me That dare in Hostile manner thus invade My Realm and Captivate with Light my shade I 'le see who 't is If 't be not him I fear So much my looks shall hence all others scare With that an hideous rore he gave and from All parts of Hell Legions of Devils come These hellish Troops follow their Princely Lord Cloath'd with the darkest pitch Hell could afford Each had a shield lin'd with ten thousand shades To keep off Light when it their eyes invades Yet not secure each mus●les up his sight With Tartarus's black Lawnes and furrs of Night These met the Pilgrim but no sooner had His eyes and garment their bless'd Beamings shed Upon these Troops but they fall back and

This seen they further passe not far from this Was Tartarus within his huge Abysse ● He look'd and saw nothing but horrid dark Obnigrous clouds heard Wolves and Dogges to bark Lions and Tygers roar men shreech and wail Others Blaspheme and others Curse and rail 'Gainst Heav'n a strange confused noyse He smelt Most horrid stinks and cold damp vapours felt Srait wayes huge fires appear'd below whereby He might the Souls tormented there descry All sorts of torments that you can devise With all the plagues and all the Miseries You can imagin he inflicted saw Upon those miserable Souls below Some torn with wheels some with hot Tongs their tongues Pul'd out and some with scalding flames their Lungs Wash'd were and others in the fire hung From whence they into f●ozen Rivers flung Were by and by and others whip't with steel Others on Gridirons brent whilst others feel The smart of Salt and Vin●ger which laid Is on their tender flesh be'ing newly flead With divers other sorts of torments then From this deep pit of Hell they farther wen. Now far they were not gon from Tartarus When in this sort spake Hel's mystag●gus Whilest we proceed t' our Kingdoms Centre where Our mighty King his Court doth keep declare I will our Kingdom 's first original When we came first into this ●●ery Ball For do not think that ignorant we be Of our beginning and high pedegree Or that we have no memory of what We once enjoy'd no more then Souls forget What they in Earth have done when they come here For all their deeds Eternal forms do b●ar Which here remain and which torments them more Than in cold Styx for to be plunged o're Ah! Could but Souls in Lethe drenched be How little would they feel of misery But this a favour is which now I shew And should be granted unto none but you Know then there is a God and this although We tremble at it we assur'dly know Yet that there 's none we of●entimes suggest Unto the misbelieving Atheist This God or mighty Power which all World● fill Unsearchable he is we to his Will Obedient are he fills our World his Might And Power 's as great here as in th' O●b of Light By it this World consists and it shall be Thou't had beginning to Aeternity 'T is not against this Power that we ●ear And rend and fight and so opposing are Ne'r to be reconcil'd Our foe is Love The second P●inciple 'gainst that we move In Wrath and bitternesse and natural It is for us to fight against that Ball. As fire cann't but tend upwards so cann't we But to that Orb perpetual Enmity Bear That to us has an Antipathy Think not that God in Wrath did us create Or that for damned Souls he made this state For to torment them in He did not Will That there a Hell should be or any ill Thus then it came God from Aeternity Did generate two Principles which be Contrary to each other God alone Cannot but by these Principles be known These generate he did Aeternally Both in and by himself a mysterie Not to be comprehended Neither tho Is God yet he 's the Root from whence they flow This Principle in which we make abode Is call'd the first An ang'●y zealous God And full of Wrath Vengeance and Ire here To mortal Men and us he doth appear In th' other Principle of Love and Light To men he doth appear quite opposite The nature of our Principle is this It full of raging anxious prickling is An harsh sowr tart fell ●ager essence and Of bitternesse and stinging full we stand In this The other Principle is quite An other nature to this opposite We know no more of that this I can tell That accidentally is the cause of Hell Proceeding still they now were come upon The entrance to Hel's inmost Region A vast huge Globe of sad dark glowing Fire He saw and in it thousand Devils nigher He fears to go which seen thus said the Fiend What now affraid what is the matter Friend You do forget you have no body on Your Spirit 's here and Spirits cannot burn With this you must be cloath'd in this we dwell And so must you This is the fire of Hell Which never can go out don't you admire What fuel 't is maintains so great a fire Come e'r we farther go I will explain Its cause and nature in a word or twain This Principle of Wrath of which I spake Ev'n now God ne'● intended to awake For it recluded was he did not will It should be open nor that so much ill Should happen Now before your lower Sphear Had birth or being we created were Our mighty Prince King Lucifer was then Created of such stuff as Souls of Men Created are and we his servants true Caelestial Forms at that time did indue Our Prince more bright than your light-giving Sun In glorious Rayes of Heavn'ly Light out-shon All other Angels sat upon the Throne Of God and like a God himself did reign Out of both Principles compos'd we were As Man's Soul is and other Angels are The first recluded was and we were made ● I' th second there we should for aye have stay'd But our brave Prince I must commend him for 't Did bravely Lord it in a Kingly sort Over the heart of God that meeknesse scorn'd Did higher flye and his high Spirit turn'd Into the fiery property that Rage And fiery flash which Love could not asswage He there begat We as our Master did Raged as he and so defiance bid To Love and Meeknesse and those Angels that With no aspiring Spirits kept their state Thus we deserted with our Prince that Throne Of Light and Love and gain'd this fiery one Where we are potent and with that strong might 'Gainst Mic●●●● our adversary fight Now those bright Rayes which our brave Prince had on Before with courage high he lef● that Throne As scorning to adorn his Princely grace With ought that did belong unto that place He left behind with that fine form which he There had now in the fiery property We other forms have got which we can change Into all sorts of shapes and Figures strange In that great r●ge and burning of the Wrath This fire you see we live in then h●rst forth Which from our selves proceeds and which is made By that strong enmity which doth invade Us 'gainst the ●●verse Orb of Light and know This Fire doth from bitter harssinesse grow As when you rub your f●int upon a wheel Which turneth round and is compos'd of Steel You see from bitter grating Fires proceed So our harsh grating Spirits Fire breed Which is the same you see This is the pain That we and all the damned in remain For all those torments that I shew'd you were But Images the better to declare The nature of this one and yet alass This doth all them a thousand times surpasse Spirits alasse though