no Clamour but their own could hear 271. At length in one mad course unto that Brow Where the steep Hill into the Sea doth peep They headlong run and one another throw In a tumultuous throng into the Deep And thus those Devils drown'd their wretched prey Their own long Thirst of Mischeif to allay 272. Observe that other shore thy Spouses Fame Shin'd with no less illustrious Glory there Witnesse Her Faith who from Phaenicia came To take miraculous kinde of Physick here She long had her Phaenician Doctors tried Who not her Bloods but Purse's Issue dried 273. But here she found a strange Physition whose Sole Physick is his Soveraign Self and who Gratis on all his heavnly Art bestows Yet her unclean Diseases shame did so Confute its Pain that it She doth conceal And seeks by pious Fraud her Cure to steal 274. Her meekly-faithfull Heart had caught fast hold On Jesu's Garments Hemm and ô said She Could but my Fingers doe as much I would Not doubt to catch my safe Recovery This said the pious Theif took Heart and stept Into the Croud and there behinde Him crept 275. There her most trembling most undoubting Hand To the desired Hemm she gently put Which with a triple Kisse she reverenc'd and Her meek Soule on that humble Altar set But whilst her blushing Blood flush'd in her face She felt its other Current dryed was 276. For as on Aarons consecrated Head The holy Unguent would not bridled be But on his Beard its pretious Influence shed And reach'd unto his Roabs extremitie So did the Virtue of this Higher Preist His very Clothes with mystick Power invest 277. But Jesus who could not permit that such Heroik Faith should thus be smother'd up Enquires what Hand his Vestures Skirt did touch And set the Issue of his Virtue ope That Virtuous Issue Psyche which alone Could wash away and cure Her Bloody one 278. The humble Woman guilty of the high And faithfull Theft fell trembling at his Feet Confessing all her blessed Crime and why She so had ventured to compasse it But while she fear'd her Saviours anger he Applauds the Fact and bids her cheerly be 279. Daughter he cries for those His Children are Whose holy Confidence on his Power relies Henceforth for ever banish needlesse Fear Thy valiant Faith secures and fortifies Thy now recovered Health Goe home and be Assur'd my peace shall sojourn there with Thee 280. Her zealous Thanks she pay'd and home ward went But his dear Image in her heart she bare Resolv'd to fix it in a Monument Of lasting Gratitude which she did rear Before her Door and couldst Thou reach thine Eye Unto Cesarea Thou mightst it descry 281. Erected there in bright substantiall Brasse Thy Spouses statue is and so shall stand Till Julian with a more obdurate face And Heart than is that mettall shall command The fair and reverend Image to bow down And yeild its stately Base unto his own 282. His own which when on Heav'n it 'gins to stare Shall learn what Vengance dwells in Jesu's Hand From whence a speedy Bolt of Fire shall tear The proud and sacrilegious Idol and Give dreadfull Warning to its Owner what He must expect if he repenteth not 283. But yonder Psyche holy Tabor is A Mount made famous by a brighter Story The Temples Mount bow'd down its head to this And veil'd its Legal to the Gospel Glory To this the Hill where Belzebub layd ope The Universe's Gallantrie did stoop 284. Thither did Jesus once himself withdraw With three Attendants Peter James and John Leaving the rest and all the World below That undisturbed his Devotion He might perform for his Designe was now To pray himself and teach his Consorts how 285. To be retired from tumultuous Things And sublimated far above the Earth Two trusty Ladders are which Wisdome brings To help Devotion climbe two Ladders worth All Climaxes which ever yet were set Up by the loftiest strains of eloquent Wit 286. But as he Pray'd his flaming Soule did break Forth at his Eyes and flash'd to his own Heaven The dazeled Sun immediately stepp'd back And for his dimmer face sought some new Even For Day now needed not his garish beams Being gilded by his Makers purer Flames 287. Jesus who in his Bodies Veil till now The Raies of his Divinity had hid Was pleased here to give them leave to flow And roule about Him in a glistering Tide Thus when his key unlocks the Cloud from thence The Lightning poures its radiant Influence 288. But as the unexhausted Fount of light Which dwells so deep in Phebu's splendid Eyes On all his royall Roabs doth shed its bright Effusions and his Charet beautifies So that about Heav'ns Circuit He is roll'd Enthron'd and cloth'd in nothing else but Gold 289. So from thy Spouses more than Sun-like face The Lustre all about his Rayment darted A Lustre whose divine and gentle Grace It self with kinde magnificence imparted Unto the mortall Texture which so pure And piercing Brightnes else could not endure 290. Thus when a dainty Fume in Summer Aire To Lambent Fire by Natures sporting turns And gently lights upon Mens Clothes or Hair With harmlesse Flames it playes and never burns Its habitation but feeds upon The delicates of its own Beams alone 291. As the Disciples wonderd at the Sight Which peeping through their fingers they beheld Two strangers they espied in rayment bright Which Jesu's overflowing beams did gild They wistly look'd upon them musing who The Men might be and what they came to doe 292. The first ware horned beams though something dim In this more radiant Presence on his face Full was his beard his Countenance was grim Yet sweetned by a meek but royall Grace His roabs were large and princely in his Hand He held a mystick and imperious Wand 293. A golden Plate he ware upon his breast In which the Ten great Words enammeld were A grave and goodly man he was and drest In such attire that they no longer are In doubt about Him but conclude that he Could none but Moses the Lawgiver be 294. Grave was the other Stranger too in face But in his Rayment wonderous course and plain He seemd to want a Mantle that which was Long since thrown off by him on Jordans plain The serious beams which darted from his Eye Spake Eremiticall Severitie 295. Behinde him stood a flaming Chariot Whose Steeds were all of the same Element 〈◊〉 was their fire more than their Courage hot And much adoe they had to stand content When they had well observed this they knew Such Tokens could none but Elias shew 296. These two grand Prophets whom thy Lord gave leave To wear some glorious beams though He were by A reverend Discourse did interweave Of the great work of his Humanity With high ecstarick Words displaying how At Salem He Deaths Powers should overthrow 297. A Doctrine which on the Disciples ear And this their Master knew full hard would grate And
she the Reins Almost as soft's the Hand which them contains 58. As through the whirling Orbs she faster flies The new Imbroyderie to the Starrs she shows They twinckled all asham'd of their own Eyes So was the splendid Zodiak which throws His spangled Girdle round about the Sphears To keep in order and gird up the years 59. Orions Blush confess'd how much this sight Outvied all the glories hee could show His yeilding Count'nance fell and to the bright Triumphant Apparition did bow Three times hee tri'd and faine hee would have 〈◊〉 How to unbuckle his out-shined Belt 60. But comming to the Soveraign Palace she Hasts in to her expecting Lord and layes Her Face and Work upon his Footstool He Her dainty pains with high Approofe repayes Yet On this Ground had thine own Storie grown The Girdle would said hee have fairer shown 61. With that unto his Cabinet hee goes Where Spirits of purest Gemms extracted lie Out of which Heart of Richnesse hee did choose The softest Dropps and in one Jewell tie Such Rarities as my Tongue cannot tell But thy dear Soul their ravishments shall feel 62. For to the Girdle having linked it He deign'd to grace Me who stood wondering by Take this said he and see how it will fit Thy Psyche but more mine Be sure to tie It close and straight that by this Token she May understand how neer she is to Me. 63. The second Houre's scarce entring since I took It and my leave and heer the Present is Come wipe thine Eyes a purified Look Is 〈◊〉 due 〈◊〉 where the sight is Blisse 〈◊〉 Phylax op'd the Girdle whence such beams Broke loose as drowned Psyche in their streams 64. For as the rurall Swain whose courser Eyes Ne'r star'd on other beauteous things than what Begay the simple Fields when first hee spies A Princes Wardrobe open straight is shot Quite through with Wonder and in fear doth deem The sight is too too glorious for Him 65. So mortall Psyche was at first dismayd At the immortall Spectacle When hee Cries out What Error makes thee thus afraid This Zon's not torrid though it flaming be Nor sent thy Spouse this Token to destroy Thine Eyes but diet them with sparkling Joy 66. See'st thou that Building there which lifteth high Its shining Head and scorns to pay the Sun Homage for any beams for sanctity Glitters about it and 'twixt every stone Lies thicker than the Cement know that this Illustrious Pile the Jewish Temple is 67. Many long years had run their Round and spent Their own upon Heav'ns lasting Orbs before This Fabrick first grew to its Complement But here a moment raisd it and to more Magnificence than it at first could shew Such potent Art from Maries fingers flew 68. That reverend Senior whose high-mitered Head Points out his princely Office is the Priest You in his awfull Count'nance might have read What his Attire proclaims Were he undrest He still with Virtues would arrayed be Who now clothes holy Robes with Sanctity 69. His left Hand on his Sealed Mouth he lays Back to the Altar hee his right doth stretch His Eyes are full of talke and trie alwayes How they without a Tongue his Minde may preach At length that Throng of People there began To guesse the Sense and what befell the Man 70. Whil'st hee did on the Incense Altar place It s aromatick Fuell and supply What Heat or sweetnesse there deficient was By many a fervent Vow and pretious Sigh His Clowd flew highest for the Incense smoke Soon fainted but his sighs through all Heav'n broke 71. And being there upon their odorous Back An Angell gets whence posting down to Earth Unto the Temple hee his way doth take Where standing by the Altar hee breaths forth A sweet repayment unto Zachary Of what his Soul had panted out so high 72. Behold sayes he thy Vows and Prayers are Come back to fill thy bosome with Successe I am no Messenger great Saint of Fear Trust Me and trust thy priviledged Blisse Thine Heart so fruitfull in sublime Affection Hath for thy Body earn'd an high production 73. Thy dear Eliza whom thy Piety As neer in Virtue as in Wedlock ties Shall have a son in whom thine Eyes shall see The fruit of both those Knots whom Heav'n doth prize So high that I aforehand must with thee Bargain about his Name John it must be 74. A Son of Smiles and Gladnesse hee shall prove And make thine aged Heart young with Delight The Morning he is born shall Joy and Love Together spring and take their blessed flight To thousand Soules where they shall sit and tell What Hopes what Wonders in thy John do dwell 75. Never did friendly Starrs conspire to frame So Fortunate a Birth for Noblest Kings In Gods own Eye wherein the World doth seem Lesse than these Atoms on the Airs light wings Great shall thy Sonne appear Let Doubting go Immensitie resolves to make him so 76. For whil'st hee nestls in the narrow Cell Of thine Eliza's Womb the Spirit of Heav'n O how much vaster than all it shall fill His breeding Heart which when it once is thriven Unto a pitch mature shall nobly prove To Earth how it by Heav'n alone doth move 77. No boist'rous roaring Wine or rampant Drink Shall his sweet Lipp defloure His cup must be Fill'd at some Virgin-Fountains Chrystall brink And teach his Palate too Virginitie For in his sacred Veins no fire must flow But what Heav'ns Spirit pleaseth there to blow 78. And with that fire He Israel must refine Israel o'r-grown with rust and filth that so He may make clean the Way where his divine Redeemer means close after Him to go For braver Flames ne'r warm'd Elia's breast Than in thy Sons shall make their gallant Nest. 79. Alas the Priest replies decayed I Want Blood enough to paint a Blush at this Too worthy News Can fifty Summers fly Back and with Youth my withered Spirits blesse Frost in my Veins and Snow upon my Head Bid me already write More than halfe dead 80. Nor in Eliza doth less deadnesse Live How then in two such Winters can there grow A Spring whose sudden Vigorousnesse may give New Lives to Us and make them over-flow Into a third Sweet Angell thy strange Word May well some sign unto my Faith afford 81. Sure then thou know'st me not the Angell cries For had'st thou known that Gabriel I am Who in the Presence-Chamber of the skies Give high attendance to God and the Lamb Thou might'st have well presum'd no fraud could come From purest Verities eternall Home 82. Yet shalt thou have a sign and I will fast Seal 't on thy faithlesse Tongue which asked it Henceforth thou shalt be Mute untill thou hast Seen what thou would'st not credit Then I 'le let Thy Tongue be loose again that it may sing A Benedictus to thy gratious King 83. The Angells Word full in the Priests face flew And fastned mystick Chains upon his Tongue He soon
each busie blast Become's a stiff stout man whose face to store With beauties purest charm's unto the East The spirit flyes and in Aurora's cheeks The best of orientall sweetnesse seek's 40. But knowing that his breath was rank and spoke The place from whence he came he turn's his flight Into Arabia's gardens whence he took The flower of every flower and spice which might Perfume his words that from that double bed Of his soft lips hee vocall Balm might shed 41. The silk worm's wealth the dainty ermin's skin And every thing that makes young Princes fine Into one gorgeous suit hee crouds and in Each seam and jag doth gold and pearl in twine For in his passage as through earth he broke Great store of these hee from her bowels took 42. But for the fashion he was fain to run To Court and see how gallants there were drest Men of more various transformations than In Proteus wit and fiction e'r exprest Thus at the last accoutred to his minde He plots where Psyche hee may safest sinde 43. Sheeall the morning was retir'd at home Close in the sweets of his dear companie Who from her Lord the King of Soules was come His restlesse but delicious suit to plye And with exact attendance see the maid Might to no sudden danger be betray'd 44. In his al-ravishing looks you might descry More reall sweets than Lust in his had fain'd Heav'n clearly looked out at either ey And in his cheeks ten thousand graces reign'd As many little loves their nests had made In the curl'd amber of his daintie head 45. He from the Rainbow as he came that way Borrow'd the best of all that gorgeous store Which after gloominesse doth make heav'n gay And it about his mantles border wore A mantle spun of milkie down which from The Birds of his own Paradise did come 46. Upon his lovely shoulders dwel't a pair Of correspondent wings the driven snow On Scythian mountains doth in vain compare Its virgin plum's with these which feare no thaw Lesse white lesse soft are they and will at last In melting tears confesse they are surpast 47. High is his great extraction full as high As is the loftiest and the purest sphear There dwels his father Prince of Majesty And millions of his Bretheren are there Who all are Princes too that land alone Numberlesse Kingdoms doth contain in one 48. When Psyche first was born his wing he spred With ready tendernes her to imbrace That she might rest in that delicious Bed To which all other Feathers must give place Great was the Mother's care and love but yet The Infant was to Phylax more in debt 49. That was his Name and sure he made it good No tutor ever spent more learned care The stoutest Champion never bravelier stood For those who under his protection were Than Phylax did for Psyche being able To prove himself as strong as she was feeble 50. No Danger ever drew its forces neer But he was neerer still and did withstand All plots of mischeif that incounter'd her Arming her feebler Arm with his strong hand While she was weak and knew not how to goe He flew about her businesse to doe 51. As she grew greater so his care did grow Her weaning time being come he spends his art To make her quite disrellish things below Which likelier were to cheat and choak the heart Then make it live its proper life for she Was born to live unto eternitie 52. When she had learn'd to build a word aright He taught her heav'ns high language and the song Which lately in the quire of soveraign light Incessantly dwelt upon his own tongue Desiring virtue might be her first growth And Halalujah broach her holy mouth 53. But when she well could goe and well discern The way she went he spred before her eye Ten goodly Paths and these you needs must learn Say's he to trace as leading to the high Gate of beatitude God's own hand did Draw all these tracts upon mount Sina's head 54. Lo here is room enough the King's high-way Lesse kingly is then this All Hero's who Have climb'd above the world wish'd not to stray Beyond these bounds Be but content to go Where Saints and where thy Lord before hath gone That thou mayest overtake him at his throne 55. Thus did he gently grave upon her heart The Characters of blisse thus every day He reads some lecture least the tempters art Her young and pliant Soule should make his prey But they this morning being all alone She beg'd a story and he told her one 56. My Dear said hee there was a youth of old Almost as young and no lesse faire then thou Upon his head smil'd a soft grove of gold Two small half-heav'ns were bent in either Brow Nor were those Hemisphears sham'd by his eys Which the best stars above dar'd not despise 57. All Roses blush'd when neer his lips they came Whose purer crimson and whose sweeter breath They thought and well they might their double shame No Lily ever met him in his path But if his hand did touch it straight in spight 'T was pale to see it self out-vi'd in white 58. Faire was his stock his sire great Jacob was Not by the wife whose blear and waterie eye Did its dim self bewaile and was the glasse In which the world read her deformitie But by that Queen of Sweets whose price seven 〈◊〉 Doubled in service was yet seem'd not dear 59. He Rachel's son and her best beauties heire For her dear sake and no lesse for his own Sate pretious next his Fathers soule whose Care Was bent his own Delights in Him to crown He lov'd his children all yet far above The rest his Joseph he did love to love 60. He hunts about the proudest world to buy The choise of purest and of brightest cloth Brisk in the Tyrian and Sidonian die With which he cloth 's his darling being loth That fewer colours should adorn his coat Than all the world in him did beauties note 61. As when the gallant Peacock doth display His starry Train the winged People all In shame and discontent do sneak away Letting their plumes now all our-sparkled fall So Joseph's Roab by which himself did seem So fair his Brethren cloth's with wrath and shame 62. 'T is true said they our Father though hee were The puny Brother yet he ssiely did Incroach upon the Blessing which the Heir Was doubtlesse borne unto But yet He sped Onely by Craft had Jsaac had his eys As Jacob now hee would have been more wise 63. But though the old Man lov's his luckie Cheat So well that hee upon his younger Son Throw's all his Heart We hope no want of meat Shall force Us willingly to be undone Nor any Pottage that this Boy can make From the least He of Us our Birthright take 64. Thus they repin'd not knowing there was writ Upon Heav'ns adamantine leaves a Law By which this scorned Youth at length should
115. Had Delilahs tongue not been so Musical It ne're had ventur'd upon Sampsons might Nor in his Chamber conquer'd more than all Philistia's Powers could do in open fight But when the strongest Bands were all in vain With her soft-language she did Him enchain 116. Puff'd with Heav'n-daring Pride and Victorie Great Holofernes fear'd no dint of Fear When walled in with his vast Army He Vow'd the Jews stock up by the roots to tear Yet Judiths glozing Tongue made Him her Prey His Heart first then his Head she stole away 117. O then let Prudence stop thy sober Ear When any worldly Charm doth tune its strings Much happier is it to be deaf than hear The Musick of those faithlesse Flourishings Which sliely stealing to thine Heart will there With everlasting Jars thy Conscience tear 118. The Voice of Truth though wonderous plain it be Flows with more Hony than all Tongues beside With Hony so sincere that Puritie It selfe a long with all its Streams doth glide Here mayst Thou be Luxuriant yet thine Ear No Surfet from this Fulnesse needs to Fear 119. Let others slander't with the Name of Pride I 'l stile it Virtue in Thee to disdain That empty Foam of Prattle which doth ride Upon the idly-busy Tongues of vain And shallow Men who though they all the Day Spin out their long Discourses Nothing say 120. Have patience tickling Accents to forbear A while that Thou the best of them mayst gain Years post about apace the Time draws near When thou exalted on Heav'ns glistering Plain With those rich Notes shalt enterteined be Whose Consort makes the Sphearik Melodie 121. My Philax's blessed Voice there shalt Thou hear And all the Winged Quire whose dainty Tongues The Triumphs and the Joyes of Heav'n doe chear With the brisk Raptures of their lofty Songs Songs which no Ears must drink but those which are On purpose kept and not enchanted here 122. On Acoe so hard this Lesson grated That in her Heart she wish'd she had been deaf Yet since their old Rebellion was defeated She feard the Senses could have no Releif By standing out And well she knew beside Who most should feel it when her Queen did chide 123. She Sigh'd and let her Lute-strings down as though She loosned had with them those of her Heart And then O sweetest Wombe of Pleasures how Shall Acoe live said she now I must part With Thee And here She fetch'd another Sigh And kiss'd her Lute and gently laid it by 124. Next Osphresis came in who in one Hand Courted a Civet Box and in the other A nest of Rose-budds built upon a wand Of Juniper and neatly set together Which Psyche seeing Use it warilie Roses wear Pricks as well as Leaves said She. 125. Could all the Balme of Gilead all the spice Of happy Arabie but inform Thee how To counterplot those fatal Miseries Whose certain seeds in thine own heart doe grow I could approve such Helps But They We know Are frail and mortal Things as well as Thou 126. Alas so deep Corruption rooted is Ev'n in the Centre of thy fading Breast That O dours strive in vain to weed and dresse The tainted Soile How largely 't is confest By former Ages dead and rotten now How sure Mortality in Man doth grow 127. And shall the Son and the Apparent Heir Of Rottennesse mispend his Time upon Unnecessary Sweets by which the Air Trimm'd and inriched is and that alone Sweets which each silly Wind which whisketh by Snatcheth and scattereth in proud Mockery 128. Why should'st Thou take such Pains to make the Prey Of stinking Wormes so sweet and dainty why Upon perfumed Pillows wouldst Thou lay Thine Head when it to rot must onely lie This Cost and Pains for nothing usefull be But doubling of Corruptions Victorie 129. Wert not a cheaper and a wiser plot Aforehand with displeasant Smells to be Acquainted that the brackish Grave may not By being strange be bitterer to Thee At least not to be tainted with the Sweet Contagion which in Perfumes We meet 130. O Osphresis that Thou didst truely know What Crops of Odours and what Beds of Spice What Hills of Sweets what Plains of flowers grow In the delicious Lap of Paradise Thou couldst not chuse but generously disdain These poor Perfumes of Earth to entertain 131. Yet all the purest Names of Odours are Short of that everlasting Incense which From Heav'ns high Altar doth its volumes rear And Blessednes it self with sweets inrich Save than thy self for these which will one day Thine Abstinence with Plenitude repay 132. And yet mean while I will to thee allow Far richer sweets then those Thou throw'st away In virtue's Garden doe but walk and 〈◊〉 hou Shalt meet such spicy Breaths of holy Joy As will compell thy ravish'd Soule to think This Worlds Gentilest sent but pretious stink 133. Such Breaths as will perfume thy heart indeed And all thy Thoughts and Words aromatize Untill their odorous Emanations breed Delight in Gods own Nostrils who doth prize The sweetnes of all Incense by the sent Of the meek sacrificers pure intent 134. Here Osphresis thrice on her Civet and Thrice on her smiling Posie smelt but yet At length she dropp'd them out of either Hand When she perceived Psyche's Countenance set With a wfull Resolution and strait As Geusis enterd meekly did retreat 135. Geusis brought in her Hand an Honey-combe Which prompted Psyche thus the Maid to greet What if that Nest of sweetnes hath no room For any thing that is intirely Sweet What if the Bee hath in that Cabinet More of her sting than of her Honey set 136. Full hard it is to eat no more than may True friend-ship keep twixt safetie and delight The least Excess will Thee to Pangs betray And break thy Work by day thy Rest by night Indeed a surfet goes most sweetly down But strait with Gall the heart is overflown 137. The raging Sword 's a keen and ravenous Thing Witness whole Armies swallow'd up by it Yet Luxury doth wear a sharper sting And wider ope her hungry Throat is set No reeking steel thou ever yet didst see Blush in the guilt of so much Blood as Shee 138. Of his Sobrieties sage stayed weight Had great Belshazzar not been cozen'd by The cruel sweetnes of her soft Deceit He had not in Heav'ns scale of Equity Been found so light as by Darius down From his high Empires Zenith to be blown 139. Of Her in time had Dives taken heed When in each Dish for him She lay in wait When into every Boule her self she shed And made of each superfluous Bit a Bait Beneath the wretched Gallant had not lain Acting poor Lazarus his part in vain 140. His broiled Tongue had not so clamorous been In lamentable Out-cries to obtain No crowned Cups of lustie foaming Wine But a few drops of Water to restrain Those free and jovial flames which now did trie On him another kinde of Luxurie 141. But Lazarus whose meek
All who sleighting merit it 194. But when with soft and gentle Tremor Thou Wousd'st sweetly exercise thy Self apply Thy reverent Thoughts to Him upon whose Brow Sits the bright Crown of highest Majesty God to wards thire will his own Eyes incline And on thy Heart with daintie Awe will shine 195. And thou stern Hatred as relentlesse be As Rocks or Soules of Tigres in thy Spight But see the Dart of this thy Crueltie Misse not its proper Butt thine onely fight Must be with Wickednesse on which accurst And dangerous Enemy doe all thy worst 196. All other Foes how fell so e'r belong Unto Loves Jurisdiction for She Knows how revenge to take on any Wrong By drowning it in mighty Charitie Thy Wrath is sharp but Hers is gentle Thou With Steel dost break but She with Warmth doth thaw 197. Be wary then to guide thy Stroke aright For close the Sin and Sinner joyned are Least when against the Crime Thou think'st to fight Unto the Person thou extend'st thy War The Person 's Gods who Nothing Hates which He Hath made and therefore will not suffer Thee 198. Hope lavish not thy fruitlesse Expectation On any Birth which this World forth can bring Why should st Thou dance Attendance on Vexation On Winde on Froth on Shaddowes vanishing In their original and gape to be Replenished with pure Vacuitie 199. On Fulnesse rather wait and lift thine Eye Thy longing Eye to Heav'n where it doth dwell Far off indeed the Object is but thy Discerning Power at distance doth excell Be brave and confident Thou canst not misse A Mark so ample and so fair as this 200. Since Absence than is Nothing unto Thee But its bare Name for to thy reaching Eye The Thing is Present though it hidden be In the dark Bosome of Futuritie O be Fruition 〈◊〉 thy 〈◊〉 And climbe 〈◊〉 into 〈◊〉 201. But Thou tart Anger nev r gad abroad To finde Meat for thy washpish Appetite Home will supply Thee with sufficient food Food which would fatten Thee with true Delight What faults soever Thou espiest here Fall to and make thee merry with the Cheer 202. This Item doth no lesse belong to Thee Pale thoughtfull Jealousie Let no surmise Of Others Bus nes breed Perplexitie In thine but in ward turn thy prying Eyes And give the reins to thy Suspition here In any thing which is not fair and clear 203. I give thee leave ev'n not to spare thy Queen Be diligent and if thou wilt seveer For such an One in time past hadst Thou been Immured safe in neversleeping fear Psyche could not have layn subdued by The Charms of Lust and fouler Hercsy 204. Yet Sorrow thou thy Tears may'st safely spend On forreign and on publick Mischiefs Thou Mayst help Compassion freely to extend Her reaching Bowels and her Bounty show In sympathetick Tendernesse to All Whom tyrannous Disasters hold in Thrall 205. Provided all thy Store thou pour'st not forth To quench thy Neighbours flames but savest some To wash away the stains which from thy Birth Have daily multiplyed here at Home These well deserve them but no Drop shalt Thou On any Temporal Losse of mine bestow 206. O no! A Tear's nobler Thing than so Nor must be squander'd in such vain Expence No Oriental Pearls though married to Some rich Embroydery show such pretence To Beauty as the pretious Beads whose Mine Lives in the fertile Wombe of humane Eyn 207. Let wanton Fortune take her proud Delight In trampling on what Error Goods doth call That Title on their Back cannot sit right Which at vain Changes beck must Rise and fall Let her insult why should thy Tears flow down For Fortunes fault and not lament thine own 208. Joy thou hast heretofore too carelesse been In distribution of thy lavish Smiles What is 't to Thee if fields abroad are green If Plenty with her Blisse thy Coffers fils If any thing without Thee prospers when Thou poor and parch'd and barren art within 209. If thou at Home canst nothing worthy finde Of thy applauding Notice no brave feat Of resolute Virtue no soule-plying Winde Of Heav ns great Spirit no adventarous Heat Of holy Love alas thy Merriment Is but th' Hypocrisie of Discontent 210. 'T is but a Shaddowie Dreaming Pleasure which Doth float and play in thy fantastick Brain And cannot unto thy Hearts Region reach Which still beclowded is with pensive Pain Yea ev'n thy Laughter doth with Wrinckles plow Thy face and in thy Mirth Cares Visage show 211. Wherefore in God and what of Him in thy Own bosome thou canst see fix thy Delight And then walk out yet onely to descry What Hearts doe pant like thine that onely sight Abroad deserves Thou shouldst Spectator be All else with Grief suit better than with Thee 212. And you the Rest whose neer attendance on My royall Person doth in you require Exact and generous Duty see you run Not on the bus nesse of your own Desire But mine which should be yours and know that I Better than you your selves can you imploy 213. So in this Realm of ours such Peace shall rest As the intrusion of no storm shall fear So of your selves you all shall be possest And reign in your own Bounds as I doe here So no Agenor henceforth shall entise You to conspire to your own Miseries 214. But if you scorn to walk in Honors Way Which way is Doing what becomes you best Yet must not I permit you to betray Your own Capacitie of Welfare least In your Mishap I prove a Sharer no Your Queen her Power better knows than so 215. She ending here The Passions each on other Cast their uncertain Eys and much adoe They had their itching way wardnes to smother These strict Injunctions did gripe them so Yet none so venturous was as to lead up Against the Queen their Stomachs forlorn Hope 216. Thus vex'd at one anothers Faintnesse they Hung down their sheepish looks and bent their knees In token they were ready to obey What Laws soe'r her Majesty would please On them to lay and so went blushing out That they into Subjections guilt were brought 217. For those whose Palats never yet did taste The blessed Sweets of Holy Discipline By wilfull Licences mad Revels cast Up their Accounts of Freedome and repine At any Chains although they keep them in From rushing to the slaverie of sin 218. Psyche observ'd how they this Regular Bit Into their Mouths like sullen Horses took How peevishly they foam'd and champ'd on it As loth such serious servitude to brook This made her instantly resolve to ride Them hard and weary out their lustie Pride 219. Nor theirs alone but the loose Senc's too Whom their new Laws had almost Passions made So hard they grated on their Necks and so Straitly they ty'd them to a stricter trade Than they before had practis'd or then was Profess'd about the World where they did passe 220. She by a Peremptorie brave Decree Enacted Scorn of every