hours doth run By three times fifty and sixteen degrees Exceeds the World But who that Planet sees Deems him but smal How far beyond that Star As they account th' Emperial Heav'n's are You may imagine when the space they ' count 'Twixt Earth and the eighth Heav'n to surmount Sev'nteen hundred millions of Miles and more How vast a distance did Steven's eye therefore Behold our Saviour But that eye by which He say no bounds to it can distance pitch Paul's eyes were closed with what eye saw He The Glory then of Heav'n's bright Majesty Peter entranc'd was with what eye Beheld He then the sheet with clean and unclean fill'd And lastly with what Eye and with what Ear did divine Iohn in Patmos see and hear If thus the Eye may Heav'n see also The Body of that Eye may thither go It is not strange to them therefore that are Acquainted with true notions of that Sphear Wherein Iâ—hovâ—h and the Angels be That Man on Earth th' Aeternal Heav'n's may see For such do know how Souls abstracted may Be from their House of impediting clay And that whilst in their Bodies they remain May Heav'n by Faith not only here attain And be conversant in the highest Sphear Abstracted from the World though they dwell here But least because I here so stifly plead You should suppose I have been there indeed I will confess as ' counting it great shame To be accounted better than I am That I not worthy have accounted been O no I cleans'd am not am enough from Sin I am a Pilgrim and do thither wen Strong is my Faith I shall come there Amen! Assur'd I am although a very few Attâ—in whilst here on Earth this Court unto That here on Earth it may attained be Though Flesh and Blood impeed its clarity But you that ask me how I come to know Those things of Heaven which I here do show Since as I do confess I have not been There nor those myst'ries that I speak of seen Pray tell me also then how you come by Your knowledge of a Heav'n beyond the sky Were you e're there Yet confidently you Discribe the place affirm your notion true You 'l tell the Joys of everlasting Blisse Describe the Glory that in Heaven is And will you then if you did never see The place you speak of angry be with me For doing what your selves do daily do You say 't is UP to Heav'n and that is true And is 't not also INTO Heav'n you 'l grant That God's the Centre of all things and sha'nt The Centre which is inmost highest be Or Up or In it is all one to me But this I know that Heav'n and also Hell Though separate in every place do dwell Although as I confess I have not been In Heav'n nor there its spendid glories seen Yet I account it grace enough to be The Praecâ— of his heav'nly Majesty I may the Candle hold and light the way Into the place of everlasting Day I may the Mercury be to guide aright Caelestial Pilgrims with my glimmering sight We may see right unto the Mountain's top And point the way whilst we are getting up Unto our fellow-Travellers that they if faster go they can may see the Way We Joy if by our means aright they move Those that see more may thank us for our Love That upper Globe which you see pourtrai'd there Doth represent the high Eternal Sphear This is the highest Noblest brightest best The Glory Life and Centre of the rest The place of mighty Wonders the divine Seat of the sacred everlasting Trine The habitation of the blessed Saints Where glorious Angels spread their heav'nly Tents Where stands Mount Sion and the glorious Lamb Where is SOPHIA and Ierusalem This is the everlasting place of rest The Heav'n the habitation of the blest This Man may find in the deep Centre and How this through all devolveth understand Here is the spatious glassie Sea and the Crystalline Earth the Ayr of Purity The purest fire which conjoyn'd in one The matter is of the Caelestial Throne Of Everlasting Joyes This place it is The Empyreum and the Seat of Blisse GOD out of Nature Comprehended may Not be a Nothing so to us I say He seemeth but as he Himself doth show In the Eternal Forms of Nature so We apprehend him can The Father then Hath from Eternity begot the Son This Birth 's the Heart of God which ever was And though begot yet 't no beginning has From whence proceeds the sacred Spirit who From both begotten is Eternal too All three distinct in Person yet but One Aeternal GOD in a strict Union This is the Mysterie of the sacred Trine Which in this everlasting Orb doth shine But now the Father with a strong desire Thirsts for the Son from whence springs up a Fire Which Fire not reaching God's most sacred Heart Is full of Anguish Bitternesse and Tart. This is the Fire that inkindleth Hell Where all the damned and the Devils dwell But the same Fire when that sacred LOVE Or Heart of God it self to it doth move Strait blazeth forth into a meek and Bright Joy and desire of Aeternal Light This is the Light of Heav'n and pleasant Joy In which all Blisse is not the least annoy And thus O Reader if thou are not blind Heav'n's Blisse and Joy Hel's pain and torment find Thou wilt to come from one deep Root and even Perceive the true cause both of Hell and Heaven And thus thou seest how they together dwell Hell hid in Heav'n Heav'n in the midst of Hell And yet so great a Gulf between that they In Hell behold not the least glimpâ—e of Day Nor they in Heaven feel the least of wo Their separation's thus Eternal too Though Similies are too too base to shew This Mystery of Mysteries of Mysteries to you But that our weak and duller eyes may see More clear by them think on this Simile Take thou a lighted Tapor put it out The week thou ' lt see with Fire glow thr'owour From whence a stinking vapour and a Fume Displeasing to thy nosethrils fills the room The stinking glowing weik gives little light And the Fire far doth differ from a bright And burning Tapor Light the same and then Thou 'lt see the former darknesse fled agen Thou 'lt see a blaze which from the weik doth rise With a bright splendid Glory 'fore thine eyes Which Blaze without the Fire could not be made The Fire 's without that blaze a deady shade The Heat and Light distinct and several be Though joyntly they do in the blaze agree Nor can the 〈◊〉 without the Heat have being But joyntly in 〈…〉 agreeing They make that Glory brighter than the Gold Which in a lighted Taâ—or we behold But Heav'n's splendrâ—â—â— Light doth not contain Such scorching heat as 〈◊〉 such Lâ—ghâ—â— remain The Application's very 〈◊〉 'T is â—ven Thus 'twixt the Fire of â—ell and Light of
This seen they further passe not far from this Was Tartarus within his huge Abysse â— 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 fâ—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 Vinâ—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 mystagâ—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 â—â—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 bâ—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 ofâ—entimes suggest Unto the misbelieving Atheist This God or mighty Power which all Worldâ— 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' Oâ—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 â—ear And rend and fight and so opposing are Ne'r to be reconcil'd Our foe is Love The second Pâ—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'â—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 â—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'â— 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 â— 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 Micâ—â—â—â— our adversary fight Now those bright Rayes which our brave Prince had on Before with courage high he lefâ— 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 râ—ge and burning of the Wrath This fire you see we live in then hâ—rst forth Which from our selves proceeds and which is made By that strong enmity which doth invade Us 'gainst the â—â—verse Orb of Light and know This Fire doth from bitter harssinesse grow As when you rub your fâ—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
opportunity did stay To poyson him and VIGILANTIA did No sooner turn her back and step aside But to the Boul he stept for she alasse The noble Pilgrim's chief Pincerna was And in he pour'd that Hellish juyce among Heav'ns blest Nectar mixing that poyson strong Th' unawary Pilgrim by and by the Cup Takes and in 's Nectar drinks Hell's poyson up Anon the several poysons 'gin to work Whilst Sathan laughing in his sleeve doth lurk Unseen to see the sport Oh! how he smil'd At the conceit of Man's being thus beguil'd The Pilgrim did not feel that he was ill Or that Hel's poyson did his Nectar spill But now it 'gan to work he did not cast His eyes unto the Fountain but embrac'd Too much the streams Too much Complacency He took in the fruition of those high Gifts of the Spirit too much dotes upon Visions Voyces Spirits union He fears to lose them and cannot resign To Heav'n his Nectar or his gifts divine Now to himself all Spirits he 'd engrosse He Covets gifts and ' counts no greater crosse Than for to lose them thus doth Coâ—etousnesse Spring in his Soul in its refined dresse Pride started up and though spiritualiz'd A curious cloathing for his Soul devis'd Wherein he prides himself he 's not content Except that others know he 's eminent In all the Gifts and graces of the Spirit He loves to be sought after for his merit Cloath'd with Heav'ns Pride of gifts and graces he Aspires and would accounted something be Next Selfishnesse did operate and that Self-Int'rest and Propriety begat In Spirits Gifts and Graces This doth seem For to belong to him and none but him Then Envy work'd and he is not content To see another be more eminent In Visions Raptures or the like or that Others enjoy them and he go without Then Iealousie spread thorow every vein It s virulent poyson fuming in his Brain He every one suspects and jealous is Left others rob him of what he Calls his He fears to lose a Spirit that another His gifts or Graces shining Light should smother He jealous is lost his Lights be out-shon Or that another's should eclipse his own This Hell 's refining poyson spreading through His Breast e'r he aware was brought him to And thus the noble Stone was almost spoil'd When for't the Pilgrim had long stoutly tovl'd That eye whose Rayes pierce the Earth's Centre and Sees to the bottom of the Stygian strand Which spite of Night and Hell 's calliginous Mantle beholds what ever Satan does That Eye which every secret thought betrays And to its self hid actions open layes That Eye behel'd the spight of Hell and saw Upon the Pilgrim's heart his poyson gnaw Nothing so soon as th' objects of the eye Pity attracts for others misery The ear so soon doth not affect the Heart With generous pity as the Optic part He that 's all Eye and every thing doth see Can he w'hout pity view man's misery No he 's all pity and his Bowels roul At every pang of an afflicted Soul Poyson i' th' Pilgrim's Breast no sooner flows But he his pity and his mercy shows His Angel-guardian is Commission'd strait To shew to him the Stygian Prince 's hate And 'gainst that poyson which so strongly wroughâ— In 's breast to offer him an Antidote Glad of the message down the Angel flies Whilst sparkling Joy beam'd from his sacred eyes Glad to do service to Heav'ns Servitour He shews himself clad with refulgent ayr In 's hand he brought a Crystal Glasse which â—â—ll'd Was with pure Light from Heav'ns Alimbeck still'd This he unto the Pilgrim gave and bid Him drink it up The which he strait wayes did No sooner had he gulp'd it down but he Beheld his Error and Hell's treachery He saw the infestous poyson though 't was clear By this draught now his eyes far purer are And can behold all its impurities Which had caus'd all irregularities This draught the Vail pull'd off and he espies Where Hell 's strong poyson in Heav'ns Nectar lies So had he seen a noxious Serpent dwell I' th' green grasse and Toads in a Crystal Well Startl'd at this sight seal my eyes again He cryes or else from me this poyson drain 'T is better I were blind and could not see Then to behold an helplesse misery It is a double pain hard haps to bear And seeing them remedilesse to fear An unseen harm lesse dâ—ead doth cause I pray Or take my eyes or this foul Ill away It is thy self the Angel doth reply That to thy self must give the remedy There is a pill will do 't I 'le shew it thee If thou wilt take it freely follow me The willing Pilgrim soon consents they go Strait forward without turning in Heav'ns Way Now far they had not gone e'r they came to A pleasant Green whose lustâ—ous verdant hew Cheered the Pilgrim's Sp'rite and in the midst Thereof he saw a flaming Altar plac'd And coming nearer fairly wrote upon The sides he saw TRUE RESIGNATION 'T was to this Altar that blest Abraham The Angel said to offer Isaac came And here it is and in thâ—se flames divine And on this Altar thou must offer thine Here what somever thou dost dearly prize To Heav'n must prove a pleasing sacrifice 'T is true thou didst pleasures and sins once bring Unto the Fire A fairer offering Now must th' Oblation be As Earth by you Was offer'd up so offer Heav'n too Not only Earth's but Heav'ns fair gifts divine Thou on this Altar must to God resign Amongst those Flames which were Aetherial The Angel put his hand and cull'd a coal A Carbuncle set in a Ring of Gold Glow'd as the Coal between his fingers hold Lo here a Pill sayes he that doth contain An Antidote against that deadly Bain Thou hast drunk down in this one Pill there are The Lemnian Earth and precious Bezoar Treacle and Metridate lock'd up This pure Pill will effect not an Acâ—sian Cure Not all the drugs of Aâ—sculapius Or Galen can do half so much as this The joyful Pilgrim takes the flaming Pill Which from his mouth down to his heart did thrill No sooner was it â—in his Breast but straight He Hel's soul Poyson did Evacuate That glowing Pill fir'd from his heart 's fast hold And utterly destroy'd Hel's bainful Cold. Thus by the Heav'nly Therapâ—utick he Receives by Heat for cold a Remedy Now basâ—el'd Sathan with an hideous roar To Hell flyes vex'd more than he joy'd before Shall Servants grumble to repay their Lord His own or not be willing to afford Him back what he lends them Shall Stewards grieve When their Lords at their hands their own receive Why then doth man so often shrug and pine When God bids him his lendings to resign A carefull Father that hath sent unto His Son some sums honestly to employ Is it not requisite he should be still Exactly subject to his Fathers Will And that the money back be paid again
Paradisiacus HEre lacks an Angel's Tongue to Trumpet forth In his best Layes blest Paradise's worth That by those sweet straines he a tast might give To you what pleasures there for ever Live Here lacks a Tasso or a Bartas or A Spencer's Muse a Quarles or Silvester Or some such Laureate But since their skil Is wanting to my Pen accept my Will For though my Muse cann't reach their lofty vein Child-like the Truth speaks in a stammering strain Thus far sh' has waded and she th'rough must go Although the style is for the Theame too low The horrid Mansion of Aeternal Night Our Pilgrim now forsakes the blessed Light Of Paradise his eyes salutes the smell Of Arabie drives back the sent of Hell Thorow that breach made by the Hand of Love Still by the Angel guided he doth move And mounting up from that infernal pit Upon the skirts of Paradise doth sit O blessed rise no foes he now may fear For over Hell and Death he 's Conquerour This Resurrection is the first and He That rises thus may ever happy be Our Pilgrim's nosethrils which Hel's horrid stink Of Sulphur had drunk Odors now do drink Of Paradise now from Aelysium Clouds of perfumes and rapting smels do come But whilst upon the very verge they stay'd Th' Angel unlock'd his Ruby Lips and said O new-born Pilgrim thou the Grave hast seen Thou know'st now what 't is to be born again This is the happy and the blessed state Where thou may'st say thou art Regenerate Thou art a child become and now must learn Those Lessons which thy eyes did ne'r discern Whilst in the World and in thy sins thou wert Christ is thy Master thou his Scholar art But in one moment thou shalt profit more Now than in all thy Life thou didst before Thou here shalt gain more in an hour than all The Scholars in their great Lycaeums shall No vain Disputes shall studied be by thee But God and Nature shall thy study be To such as thee he giveth leave to go Among his Treasures and his secrets know There 's not a Leaf there 's not a spire of Grass There 's not a clod of Earth nor Tree but has A Tongue to speak which doth Arcana's show But th' ignorant doth not their Lauguage know Nor can they know the cloathing they have on Till they wash in the Fountain of the Sun O're which the Golden Apples hang but this By a ne'r sleeping Dragon watched is Defiled persons never can come to 't Polluted hands can never tuck those fruit To thee and such as thee these things are shown Who live in Paradise unseen unknown But let me warn thee Pilgrim that thou mayst Not of that Tree as once did Adam tast Lest thou dost lose those Blessings which the Lord If thou fal'st not will unto thee afford Those secret blessings which we do not dare For fear of curses to the World deelare The Triâ—une God hath generated from Aeternity in 's own Aeternal Womb Two Principles so cal'd because they be Th' out-spoken Word of the great Deity So their PRINCIPIUM is else they have none Their breathing out or manifestation The Dark and Light That we call First and This The holy Light World and the Second is God in the First is known a Judge severe Angry and Jealous Wrathful and Austere But in the Secoâ—d he doth solely move In Light in Meekness gentleness and Love The First gives being to the Dark-world and The Light doth in the Second's Essence stand Nor can that be cal'd Evil Harmonize The Second with 't and it makes Paradise For 't is as 't were the Life of it its seat And office there is as in Man the heat Or Spirit which his body quickens and Maketh the joynts so nimbly move and Bend But let this be w'thout its due Temprament Unharmoniz'd and th' other humours spent How soon it Rages and to fâ—â—e doth turn And with intolerable Feavers burn Distemper'd Man So the first Principle If separate and that the Second quell Doth not its acritude it then is like Nay 't is the Fire which doth the damned strike In discord Sulphure Salt and Mercury Is Hell but Paradise in Harmony For this end therefore did the mighty Lord Them Generate that they might still accord And Harmoniz'd might make this Paradise In which should spring Aeternal Loves and Ioyes Thus did the Tri-une God himself display In making of this place this Orb of Day For here the Spirit 's influence doth flow And the great Wonders of the Godhead show God will'd not Hell then for the damned crew Although their Fate Aeternally he knew Nor the black Devils did he so Create In the first Principle or Wrathful state No one he made But a transcendant bright And mighty Prince He in the Orb of Light Or second Principle Great LUCIFER Created here also created were All other Angels But he on the Throne Sat as a King with great Dominion To him we â—ll did Homage do and he Ruled the Princes of each Hierarchy And this was Heav'n th' Aeternal mansion Of God where standeth blessed Iesu's Throne Now here and in this Principle of Light He only should have shown the Power and might Of Love in Paradise which then was and Where the External World does now did stand But this great Prince of Light now Hel's great King Into that dismal Realm himself did bring For in the fiers mighty strength he flew Scorning the Second Principle subdue The same he would into the First therefore He and his following Angels hurled were Where they in Anguish and the Fier's might Between the third and second have their site Where they for ever must endure with those Souls who with that same Principle do close Thus Hell did come to be But we who stood Enjoy unutterable Sweets the Food Immortal eat the Heart of God for that For ever seal'd to us our blessed State But now when Lucifer in Pride did rove The first and second Principles did move From whence a Third then came the First did then To operate upon it strait begin And like it self by its attracting force It Rocks and stones did form its bitter source The whole masse into such stuff would have brought But that the second Principle then wrought And harmonizing of the First begat A watry fluid substance on which sat And mov'd the blessed Spirit and from that He Heav'ns did create and separate From the subsiding Earth The upper Sea He from the lower did divide That 's the Material Water did divide from those VVhich being gave to them from whence arose All that on Earth doth spring It 's truly say'd God made from Water all that e'r was made And yet we cann't it Water call but yet Nothing can better be compar'd to it The lower waters Congregate The Earth Then to all Plants gave an apparant birth Thence Essence visible became for these Stood in their forms in blessed Paradise As the
degenerate That Miracles are ceas'd dost praedicate E're since the World did from a Chaos spring Upon its Theatre God still did bring His acts of Wonder spreading them abroad As Witnesses to all there was a God All ages of the World can testifie Those matchless Wonders of the Dcity But why less frequent in these later times Is cause of Mortals unbelieving Crimes Faith now is wanting whosoever hath That may do Wonders with a grain of Faith Rocks may be mov'd the Seas divided and Earth's floted o're the Ocean made dry Land Man's unbelief and much unworthiness Has caus'd exuberant Miracles to cease But yet these later dayes so barren grown Are not but they true miracles have shown The Romish Church although Priests oftâ—n fain Some through the cursed thirst of rotten gain True miracles has seen O Man despise Not all because some Priests have forged Lyes For nothing is to thee more dangerous Than to say what God doth Belzebub does But to that pass men now adayes are grown That they no miracles at all will own But if ought pass beyond their apprehension They strait cry out it is black Hel's invention As if th' Immortal King to Hell had given The glorious Wonder-working Power of Heaven Or had resign'd to him his right or swore Never to shew his Arm of Wonders more Long shall not Man retain these thoughts for why As Lightning breaketh th'rough the Crystal Sky So shall miraculous Wonders have a birth And with new Light illuminate the Earth And shew that Heav'n's Magâ—tians can do More than Belzebub or his Magâ— too For those who eat shall on these fruits you see Shall only God's true sacred Magi be And these shall make them so thou shalt be one Their several virtues therefore shall be shown Seest thou that Dish those fruits in Scarlet dy'd Who seem to brave it in Pomona's pride Such is their virtue that they far excel In giving Eloquence the Clarean Well Hermes himself less Eloquent shall be Than those whose Tongues these tip with swavity These tasted strait the Tongue-ty'd sweetly speaks And all impediments assunder breaks Tongues stammering strings are scru'd to Heav'nly strains The blattering Mouth the highest Measures gains They to the Eater straitwayes do dispence The divine accents of true Eloquence Rhetoric Honey through their Lips do speed And such are termed golden-Mouth'd indeed Their virtue 's ty'd not to one Tongue alone It the true Grammar of all Tongues makes known And in a Moment the unlearned'st Man Can teach the deepest Characters to scan And make him speak all Languages that are More smoothly than his own vernacular To Mose's Mouth the fluent Aâ—â—on this Fruit granted was for the Isachians Blisse This sacred Fruits high Virtue did imbue A many of the holy Prophets too Whereby in charming Notes they did diffuse God's sacred Word unto the stubborn Jewes The holy Spirit when in cloven flame He on the Heads of the Apostles came Touched their Tongues with this Fruits sacred juyce And of all Tougues they straitwayes had the use Such is the virtue of this matchlesse Fruit Unless by those that are adjoyning to 't But mark that next Dish râ—â— where green Leaves inclose Fruit which in scarleâ— Robes out-braves the Rose So fulgent Rubies court and charm the eye When with clear Smuragds they invelop'd lye The Pestum flower peeps th'row her infant Skreen With paler blâ—â—hes wrap'd with duller green The jayce of these impregnates strait the Brain Not with discourses Kicksie nor with vain Disputes true Logic art it doth diffuse And teaches Syllogisms how to use For Heav'n's own int'rest True Dilemma's too Can by infusion to the Taster shew This doth the understanding purge the eye O' th' Soâ—l the Mind from Motes do purifie This Reason doth illuminate and shews How the true Dialectic Art to use Reason's corruptions spots and fallacies This purgeth out and gives it purer eyes This givâ—th Armes unto Truth 's Champions and Inables them in Dispute's Wars to stand This unto Paul was borne by some of us When He with Beasts battail'd at Ephesus By this at Athens to the Schoole he flew And th' Epicures and Stoicks overthrew With solid Arguments This means did show His persecutors how to overthrow The Iewish Rabbies Gentile Doctors Mute At last were made 'gainst him was no dispute That third Dish where in Seas of Beauties wallow The slick-skin fruits bestrip't with Red and Yellow Screening their Virtues in a double fold Of Crimson Satin and of yellow Gold The ground is Gold upon whose face is spread A thousand striplets of a grain-dy'd Red. That Dish contains fruit of unvalued prize Whose sacred virtue makes man truly wise That Magic makes and true Phiâ—â—â—hers That â—isdoâ— and true Knowledge still infers Those Fruits unlock the fast-shut Cabinet Of Nature and her Treasures open set Nature's true â—ewels rol'd in pitch do lye Not to 〈…〉 by an Heav'nly Eye And such an one these give an Eye that looks Upon and reads her most mysterious Books An Eye that thorow Neptune's Region goes And all things in his brinish Kingdom knows An Eye that walketh thorow all the Mines An Eye that to Earth's solid Centre shines An Eye which doth perspicuously see What virtues in all Vegitables be That the true Nature of all things that grow From the tall Cedar to the shrub doth know An Eye that from the Earth to Heav'n doth rise And rangeth th'rough the myst'ries of the Skies That views the stations of the Wanderers That sees the mansion of the Northern Bears That knows the nature of those glittering Fires That reads their Lectures and Heav'n's Hand admires That knows their good and evil influence They on the World and Mortals do dispence That knows the causes of all natural things Seas and Earth's motions and the Winds swift wingâ— The streaming Metours and the blazing Stars The hairy Comets sad predicts of Wars That truly sees and knoweth all the parts O' th' Ptolomic and Eucledean Arts. These sacred Fruits besides all these disclose Nature's hid Magic which th' unwise oppose The Ancients wisdom whereby they could do Things wonderful yet natural and true Not jugling tricks nor by ill Spirits might But by Dame Nature's just and sacred Light Almost extinct now in the World unknown 'Cause men have sought praestigiae of their own And following airy Notions caught the shade Whilst the true substance did their hands evade Such are the Virtues of these Fruits divine Which with such matchless lustrous Beauties shines Of these the Father of the Faithful eat Sucking true Wisdom from the blessed meat And those who liv'd nine Ages to descry The Planets dances iâ— the azure Skye Great Salomon that mighty Magus had His Wisdom and his Rnowledge from this food This sacred Fruit was lovely to his eyes For he this more than 's Crown or Gold did prize He wisely said For all things there a Time Was did but Mortals on the Earthly clime Exactly
know the same they would not err So oft and toys to precious Gemms prefer Of Wisdom it no Mean part is to know The means not only but the Time to do For what these blessed Fruits so freely give Men in all A ges after deeply dive Nor is 't unlawful for them to do so Did they true Time take and right Wayes to go Else all is vanity For what 's all this If Man should know 't and yet ignore his Blisse On this the King pitched his Mind's clear eye When he cry'd out all things are vanity What are these Jewels though they Jewels be If Man 's not sure of Aeternity These are no means to gain the Heav'nly Race These are but Crowns for those that gaine the space They are unwise who first do seek those Arts Before that they have circumcis'd their Hearts For what they gain before is vanity What afterwards our King doth sanctifie What men acquire they usually abuse it What Heav'n himself gives he shews how to use it Let Man therefore the Time observe and see To gain Heav'n first these but additions be The World's eye who in twice twelve hours and four The mighty Moles of the Earth views o're In all her choysest Hort-yards cannot see Fruits half so fair and precious as these be Which in that neighbour Dish inchant the eye With painted Robes and fulvid bravery Those are Panchresta's for all ills of Man And who shall tast them shall Physitian Be to himself and others these impart Both Esculapius his and Chiron's Art As the Heraclian Stone draws iron and To rubbed Steel imparts the same Command So these with perfect Health do Man imbue And t' others make him Health's Physitian too Simples from his Hand â—a'ne more virtues hold Than Bezoar or dissolved Pearl or Gold His touch or Breath or Word or healing Eye May Physical Medicaments supply The Taster gaineth from these Fruits alone The healing virtue and the med'cinal Stone Raphiâ—l this jâ—yce 'mong the Fishes Gall did scruse Which Tobit t' heal his Fathers sight did use Part of this Fruit was mix'd with that Perfume Which did the evil Spirit overcome King Hezekia's Figs which heal'd his sore This Fruits blest Liquor in their intrails bore By this Aelia's Life bestow'd upon The widow of Zarepta's stone-dead Son By this Elishâ— did represse Life's flight And rais'd the Son of the good Shuâ—amite Some of this juyce he mingled with the Meal Which did the Propâ—ets poyson'd Poâ—tage heal This in the crystal streams of Iordan lay When they wash'd Na'man's Leprosie away This mix'd was with the Salt which cur'd the so Unwholsome Springs of pleasant Ierico This to the hâ—mm of our King's garment dropâ— When by its touch the bloody issue stop'd This in his healing Spittle hidden lay When that he an Opthalmic made of clay Which eyes restored to the born-blind and This in his Breath made whole the wither'd Hand Great Iesus our thrice blessed King did feed On all these Fruits which are before thee spâ—ead When he did flesh indue But He that Food Lik'd best which most was for poor Mortals good Therefore he this us'd much for through his Breath Diffusing it to Life he rais'd from Death He toth ' Blind Lame Deaf Dumb Dead power did give To see to walk to Hear to speak to Live To the 〈◊〉 Pool once eveâ—y year One of my Brothers of this Fruit did bear Whose virtue to those Waters virtue gave The sad afflicted from their pains to save Legs to a Cripple through this viâ—tue Paul At 〈◊〉 gave Cur'd Eutichus his fall Healed himself cur'd a possessed Maid Made Vipers hurtless cur'd where 's hand 's were laid So the Disciples all by this alone Became Physitians unto every one That next Dish prest with its exuberance Of matchless Treasures which their heaps advance Above the low sides of the Pattin seems The chiefest Archive of Caelestial gemms How thrust it is that it can scarcely hold Those silver apples in its purest Gold Preachers upon this sacred food should feed This makes Divines to be divine indeed This keeps the Eaters Mouth from speaking wrong Gives sacred Truth a dwelling in his Tongue So chimes that Member that she utters what â—o pass in after agâ—s shall be brought Makes Her so swift in Her predicting chime That she out-flyes the swiftest wings of Time By anti-Chronicles of things not done Forestals the ages of the World to come Making his Lincâ—ous eyes to see so far Things yet to come like God as if they were This to the Eater gives the golden Key Which doth unlock the Letter's mysterie Which doth unseal the most mysterious Wells Whâ—ch doth reveal Gemms hid in Parables This doth unfold the mysteries of the Night Visions appearing to th' internal sight When the eyes double-guarded porâ—a's be Fast locked up with Morpheu's Leaden Key When Night o're half the World in silence reignes Then noted Dreams Court undisturbed Brains These Fruits give oyl which oynt the Tongue and make 〈…〉 fervent daily speak To Heav'n and render Essences so strong That in stout ardoâ—s move the heated Tongue And with such fervoâ—r call on Heav'n that she Ev'n forces him with importunity Such flagitations don't with Heav'n dissute When they rise from the virtue of this Fruit. The Patriarch IACOB of this fruit did tast Before he gave unto his Sons his last Prophetic Blessings wherein he relates In Hieroglyphicks all their future fates This fruit of Naâ—oh all the Propheâ—s fed When Saul's fierce Nuncio's also prophesied And Saul this though unseen when pressing through His Lips was also made a Prophet too This all those eat who to the Iews foretold That Mortals should their God in flesh behold This gave them spiritual eyes to see before He came that Iesus whom we all adore This Fruit was rolled in Ezekiels Role This fruit was squeezed into Esdra's Bole This in the Leaves lay of Iohn's Book which He Eat with the promise He should Prophesie This Fruit Christ his Disciples granted too Whereby his words profunditly they knew Ioseph and Danâ—el also of it eat When of Kings Dreams interpreters they sat Elâ—sha eat of this when he by Prayer Stop'd up the watery Fountains of the ayr When he again by fervent prayer's power Chear'd the dry Earth with a continual showre When he from Heaven with like fervent cryes Fetch'd Fire to consume the Sacrifice When he from Heaven Caelestial Flames twice drew The which two Captains and their fifties slew Such is the virtue of that fruit you see A Gemm more rich than all Mortality But view the next Dish Did a greater prize And less than Heav'n it self e'r bless thine eyes Could Aretusa's tempting fruit more please Spectator's eyes with greater gay than these Doâ— golden 〈◊〉 rising from the main The gray-ey'd Morn with deeper Scarlet stain Thâ—â— thâ—â—hich bluâ—hes on their cheeks or may Hâ—s â—â—ams gild with a better Gold the Day What â—harmes upon