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
His Three-fold Life of Man in 40. His Book concerning Election Predestination 40. 40 Questions concerning the Soul of Man Answered On the two Testaments of Christ viz. Baptism and the Supper 40. His Prophesies concerning the last Times 40. His Book of the Incarnation of Christ 40. His Great fix Points and smal points 117. Theosophick Questions with Answers Of the Heavenly and Earthly Mysterie A Prayer-Book Of the Divine Vision An Exposition of the Table of the three Principles Of the knowledge of God and all Things and of the true and false Light being an Epistle A Tabâ—e of the Revelation of the Divine secret Mystery Behmes Way to Christ in 12. The life of Iacob Râ—hmens written by Durand Hotham Esq Mr. Tombe Artic. pede Baptism 40. Mr. Horns Considerations of Infants Baptism 43. An Exposition of the 11 first Chapters of Ioâ— by Mr. Caryl in 40. A Doubt Resolved concerning the Ordinances of Christ by Mr. Willam Allen 40. The Doctrine of Justification asserted and vindicated against Mr. Eyve and Mr. Baxter of Kiderminster by Mr. Iohn Eedes Minister of the Gospel 40. The Christians daily VValk in holy Scurity and Peace by H. Sâ—xden 12. The Right use of the Promise by Ier. Lewis 12. Three Questions of Justification Christian Liberey and the use of the Law by Mr. Samuâ—l Forshâ—â— of Banbury 8. A Treatise of the morality of the Sabbath by Mr. Abbot 40. An Exposition of the Canticle by Tho. Brightman 40. The Antiquity of Magick and the Descent thereof from Adam proved by Bugenius Philalethse 80. Lumen de lumine a new Magical light communicated to the World by the same Author 80. Prophetical Prognostocks on the Warrs of Christendom written in high Dutch by Paulus Felgenhowre Translated into English in 40. The Protestants Practise Containing the sum of Christian Divinity written by a Reverend Father of the Church of England 12. The whole ground of Physick and Chyrurgery by that great and famous Physitian Daniel Sennertus Dr. of Physick Englished by I. O. late of Trinity Collodge in Cambridge 80. The Orthodox Evangelist by Mr. Iohn Norton of Boston in New-England 40. The Chymists Key or the true Doctrine of Corruption and Generation by that Judicious Artist Henry Nollius Englished by Eugenius Philalethes Short Arithmetick or the old and Tedious way of Numbring Reduced to a new and brief Method by Edward How 's 12. Philosophy Reformed or the great and deep Mysteries of Nature discovered by that Learned Chymist and Physitian Oswold Collins To which is added Paracelsus his Philosophy to the Athenians Englished by Henry Pinnel 80. A Book of Graces and Prayers for Children 80. A Fresh discovery of the High Presbyterian Spirit by Mr. Iohn Goodwin 40. An Epitomy of Stenography or an Abridgement and Contraction of the Art of short-Writing by Characters being a Collection of what is useful and the best in other Writess with other additions by Iob Everard The History of the Life and death of Dr. Iohn Thauler who lived at Coleu in Germany in the year 1346. and who from a vain Conversation was miraculously turned to an Extraordinary Degree of holiness of Life 80. An English Greek Lexicon containing the derivations and various significations of all the words in the new Testament with a compleat Alphabetical Table where the English words are put first and the Greek is joyned together with the several Interpretations of all the proper Names of Men Women Cities Countreys Hills and Rivers Published for the encrease of Knowledge by Ioseph Caryl George Cokayne Ralph Venning William Bell Matthew Barker William Aderley Matthew Mead and Henry Iessey Whereunto is also added an English Greek Grammar by which the meanest Capacity may attain to a competent knowledge in the Greek Tongue 80. Mâ—ntiuntur qui dicunt se non sentire esse Dium nam etse tibi affirmant interdiù noctù tamen sibi dubitant Sen. Claudius 1 Cor. 13 12. Heb. 11. 3. * The flesh * The first Principle The second Principle See Pag. Ecl. 10. 20. * Spirits Concerning Magic see farther pag. Paraâ—el * That is simply of it self for as the Soul is not of matter Form c. yet it has a body wherein its Image is exhibited So Spirits are not of Matter Form c. yet they have Bodies which are distinct from them but not as our gross bodies subject to our outward sences but to our inward For had they not bodies they could not be visible to our internal eyes which pierce into their Kingdoms and habitations which bodys are of a very like nature to themselves Now as the good Angels and Spirits have Bodies wherein they are sensible of all the blessings of the Eternal Sphear So the evil Angels and Spirits â—ave in which they are sensible of the wrath and fiery property of the dark World For without bodies there could be no sensibility c. Their Bodies likewise are of a spirituall substance made out of Sulphur Mercury and 〈◊〉 in the inward ground of Eternal Nature the bodies both of Angels and Devils being of the same Matter but that those are Harmoniz'd by the property of the Light or second Principles these 〈…〉 by that of the dark or first ' Pâ—inciple * â—i e. may be seen felt heard smelt c. See pag. Ioâ— 1. Tobit 7. Nidor lib. ult Formic Gen. 18. Gen. 19. Exod. 12. 29. 2 Kings 19. Iudges 13. Dan. 6. 22. 2 Esd. 4. 2 Mac. 10. 30. Luke 1. Acts 12. Marull Spalat lib. 1. cap. 8. See p. Mr. Lawrence Communion and warre with Angels pag. 16. 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Mat. 13. 10. Plutarch Vit In vita Behm See p. p. They 'd rather enter the herd than return to the fiery Centre Matt. 3. 31. The fall i. e * The first Principle overcome the second or Paradise thorow all See further pag See p. Gen. 2. 7. * i. e. Labouring under an imperfect sight * The Tree of life is the second Principle or love of God See pag. The Tree of Good and evil the properties of this World See p. The Tree of Death the awakened properties of the dark World or wrathfull Principle the seat and habit ation of Luciser â— and the evil Angels See farther p. * i. e. His lotsing or sleeping to the heavn'ly Image by being awakened to the earthly This is meant of the second Principle where Adam should constantly feed and where there is always a coatinual variety and full plenty of that Heavenly meat which entises the soul and which is freely given * This is the Tree of good and evil which is the spirit of this World in which the Devil had shed his â—ssence though it was not manifested nor should have been but by Adam's putting his mind into it and transgressing the Command of God then the Devils Tincture prevailed and the Curse blended with the Blessing and so Paradise was lost * i. e. They shall utterly dye to or lose the Hav'nly Image or be so obscured as
case In PLUTO'S Court they would usurp a place For when the outward body doth consume In Hell such take their Hell-prepared room Their souls there having some such shape or hue Of beasts whose actions they inclined to Assuming there some hideous form or feature Rarely resembling their deformed Nature Thus may you see within this outward place We 're either Men or Beasts when here our race Is run we shall to the Tartarean den Go if we beasts are but to Heav'n if Men. Man was a Man created and a King And Lord and Ruler over every thing But now that state h 'as lost for which he groans Having gain'd dunghils for his Crowns and Thrones Now of a King he is a servant made Who once immortal now to Death betray'd Therefore behold him pourtrai'd to thine eye See where himself his Crown and Scepter lye The Lamb the Type of Innocency too Which LUCIFER with ADAM overthrew Under the great and massy Globe of Earth As if deprived both of Life and breath This is the fallen state of Man who must His Crown not unregarded in the Dust Permit to lye but what sum e'r it cost Strive for to gain the Scepter that he lost And tho he now lyes slain depriv'd of all Crush'd with the weight of this terrestrial ball Yet shall this fallen Man at last arise And o're his now lost Kingdoms Regalize O man with joy expect this blisseful day Rouze up thy self enquicken'd with the ray Of life divine Shake off this clogging Earth And strongly presse after another birth For that attained once thou shalt be then As once thou wast a Lord and King agen In the Hieroglyphic see the lowest Globe Which represents this vast terrestrial Orb This World wherein we Live this outward Earth Where we poor mortals draw a fading breath Where Souls immortal in a mortal case As in an Ergastule remain a space Which World 's a mighty Prodigie and those Who it consider in its Mazes lose Themselves for every thing perspicuously The power shews of Heav'ns High Majesty How admirable is her Form and Nature How beautiful and well compos'd each Creature How full of beauty and of Lovelinesse How sweetly brave is she in Nature's dresse So that the eyes of man do dote upon her And Highest Trophies raise unto her honour How various and delightful are her climes Some smiling later some bedress'd betimes Some wearing all the year a liv'ry green Some diversly with painted mantles seen While others dress'd in mantles made of snows Themselves as'twere in silver garbs expose How variously delightful dressed is Each clime and Countrey with a native blisse How variously through ev'ry Region are Her happy riches and her costly ware Her helps and her commodities for Man Her treasures and her pleasures too which can Delight her heart spread by a bountioâ—s hand And all exposed unto his command Aspiring mountains here their heads do show Their pleasant dales empal'd with woods below Here th'row the midst of them the silver streams Run trickling o're the stony pearly gems Here pleasant Hills adorn'd with lofty pines With Oakes and Cedars there the Elms and Vines Sweetly embracing all the Hillocks side Towards the East fill with their branches wide Here stand the Laurels with a verdant hue Here spreading Beaches lofty Ashes too There by the Brooks grow brittle alder stems Willows and Sallows love the silver streams A thousand other trees here make a Grove Where the sad Tuttle murm'ring wooes his love Where the sweet Nightingalls compose their layes Where other Songsters sing on several sptayes Praising their great Creator with their Notes Proceeding from their pretty warbling throtes Hard by are Meads in ammelled with flowers Cover'd with grass sprung from Zephyrian showers Where seems to be an everlasting spring Where Grashoppers in their shrill notes do sing Where feed the branched stag the fair horn'd Ox The clambring Goats the silver fleeced flocks The fair spread Mare and the couragious horse Who kicks the rocks down with his heel's strong force Among the woods the several beasts of prey The roaring hests of their strong Prince obey The fowl Ioves mighty Bird doth rule Within The Chrystal river several fishes swim And all these for the use of man were made Good who oft times converts them into bad About the Earth the liquid Ocean beats Scareing his sister with his boistrous Threats Athough she knows JEHOVAHS word is gone That she shall never drowned be ag'en Within whose liquid depths such wonders are As with the Earths or heavens may compare But round this Globe with a vast azure bent Is bended round the starry Firmament Wherein the twinkling Lamps beday the nights Where are fixt wandring less and bigger lights There Cyathâ—a ruleth Mistriss of the night With the clear splendor of her borrowed light The Sun day's King and Lord of all the rest The clearest hottest brightest and the best Bâ—gilds the day and with a glorious splendor His dayly service doth to mortals tender Thus hath the great Creator full of Love His wondrous blessings poured from above Upon this world that on this earthly stage Man comfort take might in this pilgrimage And not abuse them as most men have done And souls and bodies by them overthrown But if that now such outward bliss remains After the change of Adams faulty stains What was the beauty and the comliness The splendor and incomparable dress The Earth had when she from her Maker first Came e're that she was by his mouth accurst E're that she had put on inglorious weeds And cherished accurs'd and banefull seeds Should I lanch out into this endless main My shallow Barque could n're return again Sâ—ch seas of water and of wonder too Appear and shew themselves unto my view My eyes no objects on this earth do meet But they my globes do with their wonders greet For not the smallest fly nor creeping Ant Do wonders and what 's admirable want So that I am amazed and must cry Great is the power of his Majesty Great are the wonders that this Globe doth hold So great that they 're not able to be told Therefore expect not at my hands that I Should open here Dame natures Mystery Or that the nature of all things below I here should in this Epique Poem shew Or that I here the mighty wonders tell That in this Orb terrestrial do dwell This were an endlesse task would Ages tyre Not Books of Worlds but Worlds of Books require This would for not the heat-born gnat in truth Or worm but of 't deserve a Poem doth A glorious study 't is to study Nature To read the great IEHOVAH in the Creature To meditate his mighty wonders here And Trophies to his Name thereby to rear The great Creator made all things that be For profit pleasure and commodity Of man alone therefore His holy Name He ought to praise and thank him for the same Let some therefore dive to Earth's Centre and The secrets of
form and order laid This huge vast Molâ—s or live creature some So have affirm'd I'n this a Sceptic am That there no disagreeing seeds appear'd All was by order weight and measure rear'd Heav'n Earth Ayr Seas Fire Water Land and all Beasts Fishes Serpents Birds the which this Ball Iâ— habâ—ted they so created were That they partak'd of each internal Sphear And though those Kingdoms ever disagree Were in the World in compleat harmony So had the great Creator order'd it And them so in their place and order set That there was no disunion for that seed Of disagreement conquer'd was and hid The lighter World was Master th' other did Obey as servant and all things were good To what serv'd this the brutish Animal God's mighty Wonders in their earthly Ball Contemplate could not God Almighty then In his own holy likenesse formed Man His shape it may be somewhat like to this We now do bear But his pure Body was Compos'd of Sulphur Mercury and Sal Out of the inward ground spiritual It s nature was as all things then create Most pure and good and in a perfect state Into this new-made Form God breathed then The breath of Life which gave a Soul to Man Which Soul Eternal is so fram'd by God That from three Kingdoms it its being had Three Essences do it compose so made That it may stand or be to hell betray'd Or like an empty Vacuum which is Capable to be fill'd with Wo or Blisse For what the Soul cleaves most unto when she Puts off this case she to Aeternity Enjoys Nor is she God as some do deem But 's express'd Word or Breath to me doth seem Or a shot Ray from that diviner Sun Who is in all things and is yet but One. Adam thus made perfect and good by God In Paradise is plac'd a bless'd abode Then was the golden age indeed Earth gave Nor Weeds nor Thorns but cloath'd in liv'ry brave Had a perpetual spring continual green In ev'ry place on ev'ry tree was seen No dainty Flower which art makes now to flourish But then the Earth did naturally nourish A constant verdure it retain'd and then With thousand flowers spotted was the green Each tree at one time bore both fruit and flower Each herb to heal but not to hurt had power No sharpnesse in the fruit no naughty smell The worst fruit then our best now did excel No hurtful herb no poysonous Root grew there Of 'ts own accord the Earth all things did bear No Summer's parching heat nor Winter's cold There was one temperature did all infold Boreas broke not his Hyperboreaâ— den Nor did wet Auster or that Eurus wen From theirs A pleasing Zepher only kist The waving trees No cloud nor foggy mist Caus'd from the Earth's ill vapours she had none No Sea-got cloud arose between the Sun And th' pregnant Earth no sudden storms of Rain No snow no hail nor thund'ring was there then Tempestuous Orion threatned not the Seas Nor shew'd the time to sail the Pleiades Saturn had then no naughty influence A fructifying power came from thence The Planets not in opposition mov'd The Heav'ns the Earth the Earth the Heav'ns lov'd Heav'n sent no storms Earth's beauties to deface Earth with dull mists dimm'd not Heav'ns brighter face No starr there was that had ill influence All Rays were blest that were projected thence All things in perfect Harmony agreed In Heav'n nor Earth was there discording seed The Lion with the Lamb did play the Bear Rob'd not the Bees nor sheep the Wolf did fear The crested Cock undauntedly stood by The Fox as then devoy'd of sublety The Toad no venom had nor poysonous sting The Scorpion Nor did then the Birds great King Feed on the rest nor did the Falcon prey Upon the Dove nor Fishes in the Sea Did feed the Cormorant the lesser fry Fed not the greater nor was enmity Then found in Birds in Fishes or in Beast LOVE all conjoyn'd in Love all still did feast ADAM is Lord and King each animal Comes at his beck and doth obey his call All bow their lofty heads if he comes near The Hart nor timerous Hare his presence fear The shaggy Lion Bear the Bull the Bore Couch at his feet him as their God adore He wanted not then as we now do want Help from the Beasts nor physick from the plant Meat from the Fowles and Fishes nor had he So grosse a Body to be fed as we Upon the tree of Life he only fed No vapours then arose to dull his head No sleep e'r clos'd his watchful eyes nor knew He want of it no hunger did accrew His soul like ours was not parturient He saw th'row all things knew what all things meant Gave names to all the Creatures and did frame Them as their natures so he gave their Name Nor did he want the Camel nor the Horse To carry him he in himself had force Enough to move his Body and to bear It where he list o're Sea or th'row the Ayr. No water could his Body drown nor fire Consume nor subject was 't to Death 's dread ire It then immortal was imperishable Corporeal and yet unalterable He such a Body had as Christ had on After his glorious Resurrection In this state ADAM stood but God foresaw The wo that he soon on himself would draw Therefore he thus forewarns him New made Soul Work of my Hands in whom no pheeces foul Remain a second Deity O thou For ay mayst live Thou art immortal now Thou art an Angel and I thee prefer For to possesse the Throne of LUCIFER For this end did I thee Create that the Voy'd Throne of LUCIFER possess'd might be Thou shalt enjoy and if thou stand'st upright Th' Eternal mansions of ne're fading Light Look to thy self therefore for thou mayst guesse LUCIFER envy will thy happinesse He 'l strive to overthrow thee and to gain Thee to the mansions of â—â—ernal pain Thou' rt now in Paradise thy soul doth move In my bright Kingdom of Aeternal Love Now take thy choyse I thee a free-will give Whether thou 'lt mortal be or ever live The way â—'le tell thee 〈◊〉 thee what to do If then thou fall'st the faâ—lt shall lye on you Thou' rt now in Paradise a second God If then thou would'st 〈◊〉 this bless'd abode Put not thy will into thaâ—â—ingdom where Reignes in my wrath thâ—â—allen LLUCIFER Instead of Light an Angâ—l thou wilt be Of darknesse then unto Aeternâ—ty Nor put thy mind into this â—â—rth below Lust thou not after it if thou dost so Thou shalt a carnal Body have 〈◊〉 be Subject to Death lose Immoâ—â—lâ—â—y But put thy Mind thy Will tâ—y Fâ—culties In my Light-Kingdom exercâ—â—â— thou these There Feed not on the Tree of death nor on The mortal fruit but feed thou still upon The Tree of Life Th' one darknesse th' other death But this doth true Aeternal Life bequeath Thou seest now what
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 Noâ—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 ' â— 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 Eâ—gaâ—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 Taenâ—â—us or th' entrance into Hell Or from the third to the first Principle But thus the Angel to the Pâ—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 Aâ—ysse A sinking down from the third Principle Towards the Centre of the deepest Hell The darkest pitchy Night that ever was Her saâ—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 â—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 moâ—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 aâ—d pains to pains Câ—oser Confinement and more chaines to chaines But having drunk a draught of Stygian Nectar He â—wrodâ— 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 musâ—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
things in the World do shew The mighty wonders of Man's pregnant Brain The Muses and Apollo's wits it drain Would should they go about but to recount The same indeed they Number do surmount But whosoe'r Contemplates Man may see The matchlesse Wisdom of Heav'n's Majesty Thâ—se are the Seas of endlesse Wonders where God's admirable power doth appear For who-soe'r into these depths doth go Shall the Creator's Wonders see and know Into which Seas infinitude I fear So slender ' vessel as mine own to steer Nor am I suffer'd now to swell my verse These things although Arcana's to reherse Nor yet Geography's fair Lists to enter Fair Eâ—ROP'S limits or great ASIA'S Centre To speak of or to tell what bounds do close Scorch'd AFRICK AMERICA what Seas To say what River Mountain Lake or Ground Or Seas do such and such a Countrey bound To tell each soil's abundant fruitfulnesse It s divers properties and various dresse To say where grows the sweetest Grain and where Best wine what Lands best Hemp and cordage bear What Countrey Timber Cattel Silk and Lead Yeelds Where most Mines are where best Horses bred The Countreys temp'raments the peoples manners Religion Laws Rites Customs Habits Honors These things I leave to others to reherse They come not here in compasse of my Verse For should I lanch into so vast a Main My slender Barque could ne're return again Although indeed all these be Wonders great They are not those of which I mean to treat Fill'd with a fire that now inflames my Soul That with strong ardors in my Breast doth roul That fill's me with a sacred rage and beares Me from the Earthly into mystic Sphears I write Know therefore this World two-fold is Fill'd with a curse and yet retains a blisse Full of deformity and uglinesse Though washed over with an outward dresse And yet there is a part that doth indue The Robe of happinesse and beauty too In one part stand great BABEL'S lofty Towers SODOM'S profane and AEGYPT'S wicked Bowers Where LUCIFER triumphs and raignes as King In 's Throne of Evil and his Court of Sin Sorrow and Care Labour and Toyl and Swet Trouble vexation round about him set Here SATURN'S Lord though 't is by usurpation Here he committeth spoil and devastation Here his great Princes with their Hellish art His Stygian Vice-Royes govern each a part Who here malâ—gning mortals happinesse Do cause them one another to distresse Here bloody wars the stained Campaine spread With mangled Limbs and Bodies butchered Here is the Chrystal turn'd to Crimson flood Distained with the gore of humane blood Here thousand Orphans thousand Widows stray Here thousand Captives chain'd are led away Here Famine rageth here contagions spread That scarce the Living can intert the Dead Here sicknesses and all diseases are Here miseries unhappinesse and care Here also all the sinnes in order range Provoking all Men â—or to take their swinge Here avarice here cruelty and here Lusts murthers rapines drunkennesse appear Here Ryot Luxuries and wantonnesse Here also pinching scraping and excesse Deceit and cheating have their Residence Within the vast Realms of this mighty Prince Within the circuit of great BABYLON Where mighty LUCIFER has pitch'd his throne Where like a Prince and like a Lion stout For 's prey he wâ—lks his Countrey round about In th' other part of this great Universe Which mask'd to mortals yet true beauty wears IERUSALEM and blessed Sâ—ON stand With famoâ—s Edâ—â— and the Holy-Land Fair Paradise felicites bless'd site Where pleasure and unwearied delight Where Plenty Peace where Justice Righteousnesse Where Truth Love Piety and Happinesse Dwell sweetly link'd There still a springing green And constant verdure sans decay is seen No Winters blasts no stormy Rages there No wars nor cruel Discords once appear No vices Vipers brood no blood nor murther No cheats deceits no Rapines nor disorder No Lusts nor avarice nor base impiety No cursing Men blaspheming of the Deity No Oaths nor Rancor no injustice nor Ambition Envy Stimula's to war Can there approach here only dwels community Peace Meeknesse Love Truth Wisdom Joy and Unity Here King of this part sacred Iesus sits Who to his Vice-Roys also parts commits The holyâ— Angels under whose command They with impartial Iustice rule the Land And for the good of mortals still expose Their vigor to the Rigour of our Foes Our Stygian foes who were it not for them From th' Earth would quickly root the mortal stemm All that both good and blessed doth appear All that 's delightful or contentful here All that is beautiful or doth delight With hurtlesse pleasures both our heart and sight Proceedeth from the Happy Influence Of this part of the world Likewise from thence Proceeds our health mortals chief wealth content Blisse Joy peace concord and true Blandishment All that both Evil and accursed is All that is ugly and all bane to Blisse All that is hurtful poyson sicknesse death All discords wars infections jarrs beneath On th' other side comes from the Influence Of that part where inthron'd sits Hel's black Prince Now were That gone this Earth an Hell would be And were not This here we 't an Heav'n should see So that this Eart'hs a medly checquer'd still With black and white compos'd of Good and Ill. The darker part where Sathan rules doth here Perspicuously to mortal eyes appear Th'rowout the world and blessed Paradise Obscur'd by clouds is hid from mortal eyes And as it were triumph'd upon and fled From th' Earth and thence for ever banished What said I hence for ever banish'd No I must recant and if I did say so For â—illed now with a prophetie Rage My Life and all that 's dear to me engage I dare I will that Sathan's tumbling down And shall bereft be both of Rule and Crown E'r long this Earth so long the Stage of Hell Love's blessed influence e'r long shall feel Cherâ— Saints and tremble all you wicked crue A Day of blisse of sorrow be to you It shall Chere Hearts Night's sable blacks are gon And fait Aurora now begins to dawn Turn to the East your long-expecting eyes And see this Sun in his bright lustre rise His Kingdom then no longer shall be hid Nor under clouds of darknesses abide None then shall say where is this Kingdom where This Paradise for then it shall appear In all its lustre th'row the Earth and then Iesus alone shall raign the King of Men. Nothing but Peace and Righteousnesse shall flow With Joy and Blisse and all content below Then shall IEHOVAH'S gracious will be done On Earth as now in Heav'n by every one For this end was the Earth created shall The end not be for which God made this ball Effected then for hitherto we see The Devil King was of this Globe not he But now he shall be King alone with shame â—ell banish'd Earth I A TRUE PROPHET AM. But now my thinks your words assault mine ear Where 's Paradise desirously you
and spight would be against the Good Whom he should think were past his reach or those Who naked should themselves to him expose Hoping thereby to make them sin or that They should grow through oppression desperate But God who bounds the Seas doth Hell command And binds the Devils with the self-same Hand Man as the Sages not untruly say'd Peculiar Genii has both good and bad Each good Man has an Angel guardian And evil Daemon has each evil Man For to attend upon him one doth still Egg Man to Good the other unto ill As doth a careful Nurse attend the child She suckles lest by harm it be beguil'd Or hurt and as she joys to see it grow In strength and all perfections even so The Angel tuâ—ular attends his Ward And daily it doth from all evil guard He joys to see his charge to grow apace In Heav'n's perfections and the strength of Grace He guards his charge from ills and doth undo Hel's plots and snares and stops his fury too And were it not for such an Angel's guard To shun Hel's snares a Saint would find it hard What owe we then unto Heav'n's Love that sends So good a Nurse that Man so frankly tends So evil Men ill Daemons wait upon Who joy to see them in Hel's Races run They have their several charges too and they Also upon their charge attend alway Each seeks his charge to hale to TOPHET even As the good Angel to bring his to Heaven Sometimes these Genii bodies take and then Themselves they do exhibit unto men For Bishop Bruno heard a voyce cry thus No Bishop I am thy ev'l Genius E're long I 'le fetch thee and e're long indeed A Roof fell down upon his cursed head So Marcus Brâ—tus his ev'l Genius spy'd Whose Fate presag'd the night before he dy'd Cassius Parmensis saw a Daemoa that With horrid looks presag'd his evil Fate Who being asked what he was he thus Reply'd I am thy evil Genius Good Men likewise have their own Genii seen And with them also conversant have been Bâ—din relates a story of a Man Who was directed by his Guardian Angel at all times who forewarn'd him still That he prevent it might of any ill That threat'ned him or if he did not well He by some sign him of it still would tell And ev'ry morning such his holy care Was him awak'd and stir'd him up to prayer And every night he in a dream did shew Those accidents that should next day ensue So that he was fore-armed still and thus Preserv'd till Death by his good Genius One Iacob Behre a very pious Man By prayer obtain'd an Angel Guardian Which both himself and 's Wife saw every Night About their Bed like to a shining Light Such is God's Love and such the Angels care That we as children they as Nurses are I do believe that there are many now That by the guidance of their Angels go Steer as they do direct are guided by And have converse with their own Genii And tho men may not often see their own Genii and though themselves they have not shown Often unseen they act and do direct Our actions and us from Hel's harms protect They do inspire us and as God commands Sometimes they help sometimes with-hold their Hands Good Angels help good men the evil still Entice and draw them to the pits of ill Most men are by Good or ' ill Genii led In all their actions tho they 'r undescry'd Therefore behold within the Globe I paint An Angel Guardian waiting on a Saint An evil Daemon which another leads Who in the pathes of sinn and Tart'rus treads But the deep Magic of each mystic Sphear We shall below at full describe not here We here proceed shall tho in homely garb To shew the Myst'ries of this outer Orb. 〈◊〉 This Woâ—ld from th' inward Worlds its being gat And of their natures doth participate The curse with blessings good with bad doth blend Both Centres hither do their forces send This is the stage on which both act 't is here Their influence and power doth appear This is the field in which these powers do band And strive which of them may Man's heart command This is the receptacle here below For Heav'n and Hell their Wonders both to shew So that here is as 't were conjoyn'd in one Both Sodom Aegypt and Ierusalem The Devil crafty in his hellish art Rejoyced much to see this World produc'd From two more inward beings now he us'd His utmost skill and it stood him upon This World's and Adam's soul in union For to conjoyn For well he thereby knew A place of pleasure should to him accrew Infernal Spirits find some ease when they Imbody in some earthly bodies may The herd of Swine they 'd rather enter than Return into their smoaky hole agen Leaving their fiery Centre they as 't were Come forth of prison for to take the ayr Here they disport themselves and closely lurk With eagernesse to do their fathers work Which is to draw th' immortal Souls of men For to inhabit their Sulphurious den The Devils tremble when they think upon This outward Fakrick's dissolution For then more strictly shall they wrapped be In their own Centre to Aeternity This wily Serpent all his craft did use His poyson th'row this Earth for to diffuseâ— Which he no way effect could b' Adam's lapse Only a way is made He him intraps Assaults his free-will doth expose to view This World 's rare beauties when 't was formed new Shews him the tree forbid whose dangling fruit So pleasing with a new made creature suit He well knew would This was the only gate By which he hop'd to overthrow him at He knew beâ—orehad the sad consequence Of Adam's â—all Therefore he strives from whence He waâ— created to attract him and Thereby to lessen him of his Command Adam was King sole Pâ—ince and Lord of all The Eaâ—th but lost it by his fatal fall Sathan knew he millions of Souls should gain By this meanes to encrease his hellish train And hop'd it may be for to conquer all That should produc'd be on this earthly Ball If Adam should not fall he likewise knew He in this World should nothing have to do But should be banish'd quite which is the state Is promised for which the Angels wait To see Hel's power banish'd Heâ—v'n's alone To have with this World's Spirit union Then shall the curse be fled and Paradise To flourish here we shall see with our eyes But Adam's fatal lapse from what to what In briâ—f my slender Muse shall now relate Th' Aeternal one or th' one Original Th' internal World's which Principles we call Or his right hand or left hand Wrath oâ— Love Considering doth with his Spirit move On them what Images there Spiritual Were he gave them substance corporeal And by his Fiat this great Machine made Of nought and in such
Within its golden Fruit should you but tast You 'd be for ever happy ever blest No longer then in stupid Ignorance Should you enchained be then happy glance From brighter Light would in your Souls arise See then would your blind Soul and dimmer eyes Made bright discern betwixt all good and ill Tâ—anscendant knowledge then your brains would fill You should be wise and like the Gods this knew They well should happen if you eat to you Therefore they did prohibit you this Tree Lâ—st you by eating like themselves should be Thus should you dye fear not such scare-crows now See how the glit'ring Fruit doth lade each bow Look how they 'r painted with Vermilion dye Like golden starres set in a verdant Skye Or like the blushing Roses which are seen New peeping forth thorow a verdant Screen Look how the Apples blush see how they stand See how the boughs bow down to kiss thine hand All 's at thy choyce which on this fair-spread Tree Come tell me Eve most liked is by thee See here 's a fine one this or this best likes Thee do but look what many pretty strikes Of red and yellow paint here 's one that skipps Unto thy mouth here thine own Cherry lips Are answered thy softer skin thou mayst Here find but there 's a mellow one whose tast So sweet delicious that 't wil ravish quite Thy looser sences with extream delight Thou hast such choyce thou know'st not which to choose Come take this on my word try what accrews By this here take it prethee eaâ— and try If thou a Goddesse art not by and by Tempted by these fine words and that fair Fruit Fear holds her Hands desire prompts her to 't At last she takes the sugar'd bait doth eat Findes it for th' present very pleasing meat Now on its pleasing hue her looks she cast Then with her tongue the sweeter Liquor tast She doth mean time her husband passing by The place she thus attempts Look here what I Have got said she so fair an Apple yet Thou never saw'st 't is passing pleasing meat Melts in my mouth I wonder'd much that we So strictly were forbid this pleasing Tree As mortals here we shall not make abode I shall a Goddesse be and thou a God We shall be wise as they here eat thou this I first have prov'd me thinks it pleasing is Adam invited thus receives the fruit And without long delay falls rashly to 't He that hath drunk the juice of Aconite Or the lethiferous Henbane strait his sp'right O're fir'd or too much cool'd a punction feels With grievous smarting rage his body reels His eyes grow dim his sences stupid stand The blood doth in his Face nor Feet nor Hand Can he scarce wagg the World turns round his Head Grows dizzy by and by his spirits fled From his swell'd Carcase dead they leave him so These guilty couple 'gan to feel their wo Strait operates the Fruit a shivering cold Upon their naked Carcasses takes hold A sudden tremour shakes their Limbs their Eyes Close on a sudden and dark mists arise Mix't with thick vapours 'fore their sight they found Themselves amaz'd Cast in a kind of stound The light they had they loose Some drunken sot Oâ—'e charg'd with Wine or Bear till h' has forgot To use his reason a strong drowsinesse His fume-farc'd Brain and weakned eyes possesse Whilst that he 's drench'd in Lith and sleepeth fast His fellows for a punishment do cast Agreed they thence him to a Wood do bear Pull off his cloaths and naked leave him there Fast sleeping on the grasse When sleep the Fume That did molest his drunken Bâ—ain o're come Had he awakes and his unclosing eyes Rubbs with his hand he is about to rise When that he feels himself a cold he sees Before his eyes the Skies and wavering Trees Finds that he has no cloaths gets on his feet And ev'â— ' object with'amaz'd eyes doth greet Amaz'd he stands wonders how he came there Looks still about views round and every where For to resolve him none he spies doth go Doubts wh'r he dreams or is awak'd or no Now on the ground now to the skies are hurld His eyes Like one dropt from another World He stands and knows not what to say or do Just so do stand and act these guilty two They are amaz'd they scarcely know the place All things do seem now with another Face Gods Image shrinks into a cloud the light Of that bright Sun obscur'd is from their sight But by and by the Wrath 's awakened And now they see their eyes are opened They know they 'r naked see their beastial Form They are asham'd of it they know the harm They 'ave done unto themselves both Good and Ill Indeed they know that Shun but this thy will Sathan rejoyces at his victory His poyson doth diffuse immediately Thorow their Bodyes now they ' ave fading breath Bodies to sicknesse subject and to Death Now they Sol's heat do feel now Hyems cold Which to keep off themselves in leaves they'nfould Now have the starres a power over them A death they pick may now from ev'ry stemm The Beasts no longer them obey if nigh They come they dread them and away they flye Fowles use their wings to shun them Sorrow Feare Anguish and Trouble Heavinesse and Care Anxiety Tears Sighs and Passions they Are subject to Their Bodies made of clay To all distempers now This they brought forth By feeding on the Principle of Wrath. God doth no longer unto them appear Now as a Father but a Judge severe They tremble at his Voyce behind the Trees They think themselves from his all-piercing Eyes To hide He sees them and amidst their feares He thundereth these words into their eares You guilty Souls where are you have you thus Transgrest See now how you are like to us Ah foolish Adam that wert thus befool'd When I before to thee the danger told Art thou a God or thou a goddesse Eve See how the Serpent did you both deceive Now ye are like the Beasts This banefull fruit From which I charg'd you so hath brought you to 't Thou Eve with Grief Pain Sorrow Trouble Care And great discomfort shalt thy children bear Subject to Adam and thou Adam get Thy food shalt with hard labour toyl and sweat Curs'd is the Earth for this thy folly Stay Here thou no longer must Hence pack away Thou 'st lost the pleasures of bless'd Paradise They are obscured from thy blinded eyes Nor may's thou e're return A flaming Sword Plac'd in a Cherubs hand the door doth guard Thou hast endued now mortality Go and enjoy this World in misery Thus spake God's Justice then his Mercy brake A deeper silence and him thus bespake Where art thou Adam is that Face of thine Muffled in Clouds that was so like to mine Where art thou lost O sad my Wrath doth say Thou should'st in this sad case remain for aye But
did this mighty Kingdom colonize Because we would be free here we Command Are Kings there servants did obedient stand We are grown mighty and our powers we 'l try To make all World's bow to our Majesty Our fires Love's Waters shall consume we 'l see Who shall be greatest either I or he A World betwixt us not long since was made Wrath's essence there as well as Love's was shed Ours made Rocks stones flints Mines of Iron and Lead His Rivers Trees Ayr Gold and Silver bred In ordering them there was an higher hand Which to conjunction did them both Command And strange such opposites should mixed be In every thing in equal Harmony But that Usurper got the upper ground And under his our Essence strictly bound So that he Lord was ours a slave and thus He thought for aye to Lord it over us O how I raged O how the fire flew From my bright eyes how I shook Hell you knew Full well But yet no way there was that I For to release our essence could espy I a sworn Foe to Harmony did gret At Heart to see our essence bound and fret Did to behold my mortal Foe to sport Himself on Earth and call it his own Court. Making a Paradise of it whilst there I for to set a foot did scarcely dare O how I long'd for a confusion and To have my Essence like to his Command To vex me more and to encrease his blisse He made a Man for to enjoy all this By what I thought would hurt me most of all Gained I have the Rule of Earth's fair Ball No way our Essence to release was left But by the fall of Man alwayes to sift I then began In Paradise there stood A Tree was partly evil partly good This was to Man prohibited Love knew If he should eat thereof what would ensue For by that meanes alone our Essence might Released be Loves Essence put to flight I then bestir'd my self and by my guiles Made them to eat thereof who poor exiles Do now repent their fact their Joy and Blisse And every thing on earth subverted is Our essence now doth ev'ry where appear And like it self begins to domineer Now we 'l command the Earth Love's essence scoff For I intend you shall be Lords thereof Are not we mighty now who like to us Hah who can match us when we can do thus Our Foe who thought in Earth to captivate Us prison'd is thus alter'd is our state But let us now provide for th' Future Gain We may a Kingdom better than maintain It being got Our Foe hath footing there Still who will strive for to regain his share And beat us back again the which he can Ne'r do but by redeeming fallen Man About him all our strife will be for Love Still loves this Man all Creatures else above For him I know his Forces he 'l engage Therefore the World must be the fighting stage For our two Powers He 'd not let us have one Would Man obey him or with him Conjoyn But wee 'l deal well enough his Paradise Now cann't be seen wee 'l set before Man's eyes The Earth's vain pleasures which shall captivate Him to us rob him of his future state For present Pleasures far more pleasing are Than those hereafter promis'd few know where Wee 'l have a thousand wayes experience Shall make you masters in our Arts Commence For to beguile poor Man wee 'l do it tho We nothing gain by it to rob our Foe Of his delights But Man is mighty great Without him our Kingdom cann't be compleat Which is exceeding vast you know it wants To fill each corner such inhabitants Who most men gain shall I with Love do vie Nor can he Man's Soul Correct more than I. He without Man cannot his Wonders show Nor I without him what my power can do Therefore when one you gain'd have to your lore He 'l sooner gain to you a thousand more But all of you mark this No Soul doth come In flesh no Babe springs from its Mothers womb But that my Foe a little spark doth place The which he calls his Image or his Grace Within the Centre of its Soul This then You must endeavour to root out of Men And in its place place mine for that once gon He 's perfect with us and is sure our own But if extinguish it you cann't I say Smother't with the World's pleasures what you may And be you sure it ne'r begins to glow For if it does the better gains our Foe I know you will be circumspect therefore To such free Agents need I say no more But go and do your work maintain our might Within the World against Love's power fight My ayd you shall not want Go mighty Prince Lord of the ayr with all your Forces hence March to the lower Orb Do thou abide I' th' Airy Regions over storms preside Tempests and blust'ring Winds Do thou direct Some naughty influence from bad aspect To new-born Infants with blasts mildews blites Afflict the Earth and spoil her best delights Mighty Baalzebub follow him and be Thou Lord of discord plagues discordancy Man Beast and Earth falls under thy large Lot Do thou Men disunite send murrain rot Amâ—ng the Beasts send Locusts vermine and Do what thou canst for to aâ—flict the Land Great Belial with thousand Legions wend Thou next into the Earth thy Forces bend To make of no effect Love's goodnesse seek Holy Idea's in Man's mind to break Disturb his intellect Chymera's vain Strange untrue fancies cause thou in his brain Next Pitâ—on go with thy innumerable Legions of Daemons be throu strong and able For to pervert the Truth infatuate Man's understanding Cause him Truth to hare Potent Samaeliel Saâ—â—an Enemy To Love and goodnesse thou thy Forces try Justice for to pervert Wrath Terror Ire Disperse th'row out the World set all on fire And bring confusion if thou canst For us Do thou destroy all things Asmodeus Thou fiery Spirit raise such to the seat Of greatnesse who Lovâ—'s Forces may defeat With Pride and Cruelty indue them Hie Thou next with thy Troops bitter Meriri Seek thou to hinder Man's perfection Disturb his happinesse and union With our Foe Love and let thy Pride expresse Thy high and mighty Forces statelinesse Next march swift Asteroth to men of Parts Make known our secrets Sciences and Arts Let 't be thy work continually to fill Their busie brains with our delighting skill Ten thousand Legions I assign to thee Abaddon Spirit of Impiety Take thou away all comfort sicknesse death Destruction cause to all that are beneath Thy power Mammon tho the last nor least For thy power reach shall from the West to East See that that thou all dost cause the world to love Preside o're riches and all things that move Below the Moons sphear tie the world to Man And they cann't mount unto Loves Kingdom thenâ— Under your banners march may those mixt sp'rits
a great Maâ—e an horned Devil stood Upon the Earth a mighty Dragâ—n trod Bearing a sable 〈◊〉 displâ—y'd on high In which was fairly 〈◊〉 VICâ—O 〈◊〉 This was to shew his trâ—umph over 〈◊〉 And Love's fair Oâ—â— in this fame 〈◊〉 an Realm and to shew them that here he reigns alone None but himself there sits upon the Throne On 's right hand set of that dark 〈◊〉 The potent Princes every one a Throne Possess'd Balzebub Sathan Asmodel Miriri Mammon Ast'roth Beliâ— With thousands more Commanding Dâ—â—mâ—ns who In strange and various shapes appear'd in view On 's left hand sat Prince Pride in 's face Disdâ—â—â— Pourtrayed was big were his looks his Train Hung lower than his Feet â— Peacooks pâ—â—me Shaded his hory Crest with strong perâ—â—â—â— His ' brodered Gâ—wn did smell pendanâ—â— did dâ—ck His flagging Eares black Chaâ—nes prâ—â—ing'd his neck Finer than all the rest he was one hand On 's side was plac'd a â—larâ—ing hellish braâ—d The other held Next him sat Envy who Did garments specâ—'d with swelling â—oads indue A meagre Face hâ— had and hollow Eyes Lean jawes thin neck and spinâ—y armes and thighs His Head aâ—guiferous a poyson strong Continually drop'd from his spungy Tongue At 's feet 〈◊〉 sat his servitour With Enmity who for his service bâ—re Two mighty Scorpiâ—â—◠〈◊〉 was next Who held his pawes continually convext With Clawes like iron 〈◊〉 a 〈…〉 He had no Ornaments 〈◊〉 hair did gracâ— His hellish Corpse Next furious fiery 〈◊〉 Quick flamâ—s and fiery darts sat belâ—â—â—ng forth His hands were arm'd with steel a Dragon's 〈◊〉 A crosse his shoulders with live Snakes was ty'd A Lions foce he had Next goatiâ—h Lust Sat in a Throne all over-spread with dust A stinking smell he-had the skins of Goats Were ty'd about him in the stead of Coâ—ts The down of Sparrows want of hair supply'd Upon his scalp his eyes on every side Still rowl'd about Tun-belly'd Drunkenâ—esse Sat next his ugly shape a Tongue expresse Cannot nor 's horrid brother Gluttony With thousands more whom the man's 〈◊〉 desâ—ry Did in their Pomp Amaz'd almost to see So many Princes 'bout Hel's Majesty He nearer drew when the great Prince of Hell Shaking his drieâ—y locks these words did yell Forth from his piâ—chy mouth black smoak and flame From 's cursed throat with 's words together came Welcom my Son unto these glowing parts I have considered thy great deserts For which I did permit that thou might'st see My Kingdom 's Glory and my Majesty Here is a Throne and here a Crown lies by For thee when it shall be thy destiny To leave the prison of thy Soul I do In the mean tiâ—â—â—ny power confirm on you Thou shalt my great Magâ—tian be and show Strange uncoth Wonders in the Orb below Hau Let this blast imbue thy fetid Soul Accepâ— may power and let none controul Thy might and force Go to the Tree of Death Eat of the fruit and so confirm my Breath Chuse what thou pleasest there is choice nay all If thou canst use them in the earthly Ball For our great Glory Our great Mysteries When thou hast earen thou wilt better prize VVhen thou shalt be confirm'd Love theâ— shall flye None in thy Heart shall ever reign but â— This said he nodded to the Prince that brought Him thither who conceiv'd his Princes thought Doing obeysâ—nce both withdrew and strait Towards the Tree of Death they ambulate A narrow Vale they enter where nor Tree Nor spire of grasse or any herb he see Coâ—ld on each side huge cloudy Rocks mount up Which hanging over almost kisse a top A thick dark shadow on the ground they cast From hollow crannies comes a â—aetid blast Which 'mongst the windings frames a murmuring voice And getting out 〈◊〉 horrid hissing noyse Doth make Thoâ—ow the midst a pitchy stream The which from Styx and other Rivers came Runs this they follow till they saw it shoot Its sooty waters at the very Root Of the mortiferous Tree in there it fell Conveighing thither all the dregs of Hell By which that Tree is nourished He now Lifts up his eyes and that strange Tree doth view The trunck more hard than solid steel for moâ—â—e With filthy spawn of Toads inclosed was Poyson of Asps instead of shining guâ— Thorow the bark from every limb did come Thrice fifty Cubiâ—â— scarce could close about Its mighty bole one every limb stretch'd out Hung crawling Vipers sucking with delight The juyce of Henbane and of Aconite From off the leaves which gave a filtâ—y stink And were more black than Pitch or blackest ink An horrid blast arising from the ground Concusse the leaves which make a dryery sound In their forc't Kissing Bitterer then sooâ— Mixed with Gall and Wormwood'd juyce the fruit Was which thick sparsed here and there did grow In sundryâ— coâ—ours on each sable bow A while he views this Tree Hel's horrid Fiend From 's smoaky throat at last these woâ—ds doth send Seest thou this stately Tree those Fruits I wis Are our Ambrosiâ— and our Nectâ—r is That humid â—â—yce you see no other 〈◊〉 But what grows here our Prince esteemeth good No Winter with its nipping frosts bereaves This lurid Tree of these his fable leaves Nor leaves nor blâ—ssoms adds the spring unto 't Nor yellow Autumn robs it oâ— its Fruit It thus continues as it is and tho We daily feed thereon it doth not grow Barren of â—ruit for tho we cul apace Others supply straitway their vacant place And should we off the Fruit we see now pull Next moment renders it again as full We need not fear but hâ—re is choyce enough For every Prince hath here his several bough Yon' fair spread arm whose fruit so rarely dy'd Spec't like the Peacock's tail yields food for Pride Yon Snake-betwisted bow Toâ—d-specled fruit Doth best the slaverâ—ng Chaps of Envy sute Yon' sire-coloured â—ome loves mighty 〈◊〉 Lust thinks that jeâ—â—y Apple better worth Yon' mighty Limb which bâ—â—reth Apples thrice As big as all the 〈◊〉 Loves Avâ—â—ice Yon' juicy Fruit which liquor doth express Thorow the skin loves beastly Drunkennesse And those two thick fruit-pressed limbs close by Belongs to wantonnesse and gluttony On that feeds sloth and that arm which you there Behold doth serve the Table of despair Yon' strange-shap'd Fruit which on that bow you â—ee Is suck'd upon by foul-mouth'd Perjury It 's endlesse to name all Rare Fruit beside All these we have upon the other side Step hither look hereâ—s gallant Fruit indeed Here 't is and if you please that you shall feed These are the Fruits will ope your dimmer eyes Will make you subtle and exceeding wise These these will shew the vertue of this Tree And I will tell you what those Apples be Seest that fair onewith Crimson-circleâ—deâ—kt And here and there with Characters â—espeâ—'t Should'st thou eat that as good a liâ—guist strait Should be as he that seâ—en years had â—â—t Poring on books enduring cold
sins to thee Thou hast committed 'gainst our Majesty And ouâ— most dear Son Granted from ABOVE Sent by Belief and sealed by gracious LOVE Down on his knees he falls his eyes directs To Heav'n and both his clasped Hands erects On high Dear Saviour cries he out O how My prostrate Soul doth to thy Mercy bow Lord what am I that thou should'st supplicate For me poor worm and from my sad estate Into a Blisse not thought on ravish me O Iesu Thy Love is immense I see O how I feel the blest Effects of thy Blest Mediation To thy wounds I flye Those sacred wounds from which a Crimson tide Of Sanctifying healing Blood did glide By which thou hast appeas'd the Wrath of God From me averted his chastizing Rod And gain'd this Pardon for my sins Oh! how I o're my soul do feel it gliding now How sweet it is my melting Soul now could Dissolve and Die a thousand Deaths it would For thee my Saviour That I ever sinn'd It me repents against so sure a Friend Oh now I see how I resisted have Against those motions that desir'd to save Me from my sins how sensible I am Of my defaults and now how full of shame Am I but thou hast pardon'd all On fire My heart is now to dye I long Require Now what thou wilt I ready am and will What e'r it be tho ne'r so hard fulfill Ah Monsters sins on you my eyes I wink Oh! how I loath you when I on you think I now abhor you and as monsters do Lest ye devour my Soul shun all of you But Christ has pardon'd what I did commit Now Eyes pour forth your Tears of Joy for it Break up new springs and from your watry Cel Rivers and Seas of joyful tears expel These are not bitter like your other cryes If He priz'd them he these will better prize Those flow'd from Grief but these from Joy do flow By 〈◊〉 returns of Love these greater grow These not from sin but from blest Ioyâ—s do spring Tho' signes of â—rief yet gales of Comfort bring When barren grow of lympid Tears my eyes Their want O breast supply with groâ—ns and sighs Caus'd y the drawing in of what I long For Pâ—aâ—ses ever sit upon my tongue All my Soul's faculties to him still move Who so immensly hath and doth thee Love Whilst thus he chaunts upon his bended knees The song of Praise he at a distance sees Tâ—o striving with an equal pace to gain The place where he was Wings the one sustain With which she cuts the gentle ayr her feet Scarce touch'd the Earth th' other with garments light As ayâ— painted with Anchors was adorâ—â—d And 's swiftly ran and both os if they scorn'd To be out-vy'd by Eurus swimming came Unto the place where he was Crimson shame Perch'd on his cheâ—ks when he perceiv'd they were Two Heav'nly Nymphs and that they both did share Their free embraces 'bout his neck The Dames Perceiving it discovered their Naâ—es VVe are two Sisters FAITH and HOPE they cry'd VVho from th' Imperial Towr's are sent to guide And to support thee in this way should'st thou Selfly adventure here without us two Thou 't quickly languish Hope will thy desire Nurse up and keep thee that thou maist not tires Faith will support thee and by her thou tast Shalt Heaven 's Joys before thou them enjoyst Under both armes they take him up and so Fast link't together in the way they go Swif◠〈◊〉 seems to loiter in the ayr A new-shot dait nor swifter wind compare May with their pace He by those Nymphs so born That scarce his feet upon the Earth doth spurn The ruder way they left behind and now Enter a kind of Paradise they do Continual verdure still adorns the place Which called was they told him GOD'S FREE-GRACE The Sun a lively splendor there did show Warming with gentle heat sweet flow'rs did grow On both sides as they went the grassy floor With a Smaragdine Carpet covered o're Did court their eyes and in its lively green The sparsed flowers like pretty starrs were seen All sorts o' th' best Autumnal Fruits did sue With their o're-loaded-bending armes unto His Hand to cull their profer'd store delight And plenty both unto the Feast invite Since here he enter'd a new vigor seas'd Upon his Heart he feels it strangely eas'd New streams of gentle oyl fall down upon His Soul he longs now after union With Christ his Saviour his still warbling tongue Sings Praise and Halelujah is his Song Now from those everlasting streams of Love Which on his Soul do flow he thus doth move His lips and tongve creating in the ayr Such vocal sounds as these VVhat may compare O God! with thy free Grace The Sun the Light Nor springs their streames nor the aerial bright Aura's their cool refrigera's so free Do give as thou this liberal Grace to me Not my deserts but thine own Love doth cause These streames of Comforts and these gales of Joyes These beams of Grace of Grace so freely given Purcha'st by LOVE by Love sent down from Heav'n These may obedience to thy Laws require Obedient to be is my desire It is my meat for 't is Obedience can Conveigh the Nectar of the Gods to Man O how I 'm rapt my eyes perstring'd before Did thee beyond the fleeting Clouds adore At what a distance did I comprehend Thee sitting at thy Father's dexter-Hand But now I see those eyes too thou hast given That thou hast daâ—ed from the highest Heaven For to descend and my poor worthlesse heart 〈◊〉 Glorious Temple to Convert Now need I not to daâ—t my weaker eyes Against the holâ—â—â— of the vaster Skies Now need I not seek to the deeps below Now need I not beyond the Mountains go To find thee out it is enough if I Thee in my inward Temple seated ' spy Ah there thou art Thy Beams of Light and Love Thy streams of Glory do thy presence prove Thy gales of Comfort Peace and Joy shew clear That it is Thee and I hee alone dwells there A Malefactor when condemn'd to dye Having no other Hopes immediatly Before his execution a Reprieve Comes from the Judge How joyfully receive The welcome news he doth when he doth know His 〈◊〉 he to the Iudge his Son doth owe Who not his pardon only gains but feasts Him at a Banquet with his noble guests How hearty then are his acknowledgements How strongly to his Service his intents Are fixt how he to every one doth praise His Mercy and his Bounty and alwayes Obedient aud officious is glad If he occasions has to serve him sad If he has none but by degrees these heats By Time and Pleasures vanquish'd he forgets The dangers past and what he ows to him That sav'd his life at least the sence of them Is not so fresh nor his desire as Strong for to serve him as at first it was So our Caelestial Pilgrim for a while
See where they mock him how they presse the blood With a Thorn'd-Crown from out his sacred Head See how they scourge him here the Crimson stream Blushing to see their Rage reproveth them See how the whole Worlds sins are on him thrown A spotlesse Lamb who guilty is of none But see their wickednesse encreas'd lo here He 's Crucifi'd see how the cursed Spearâ— Pierces his blessed side O sacred spring Which doth Health Life and t' all Salvation bring Will they accept of it this stream doth run Not for a few to sip but every one Here drench his lips may without price all may Drink of this stream which from his side doth flow See how it runs how plentifull the Blood Flows through the whole World and becomes a flood Châ—ist dy'd for all that Dogma is untrue Which says he dy'd but for a very few And those elected partially by God Before or Time or Man had their abode O stâ—ange Shall God to Life some few Elect And all the Woâ—ld besides O hard reject Thus says the wicked then If God has chose Me unto Life I cann't Salvation lose Let me live how I will If good I be If I 'm rejected I no Heav'n shall see I 'le take my swing in wickednesse for I As God decreed has shall or Live or dye 'T is true God from Eternity foresaw Who should be dam'd and sav'd but that no Law On such impos'd then this Election In Time is doth Conditionally run That they persever in Obedience And Faith if not they then may fall from thence So all Elected are not one debarr'd From Life who otherwise do think a hard And cruel master of the Lord make rather Than a most merciful and Loving Father As God conditionally Elected All In the same manner was our Saviours fall For every one nor must it follow then Because he dy'd for all therefore all men Must sav'd be it Conditionally is Suppose there were a Well so full of Blisse That all Diseases it would remedy And that it free for every one did lye It is employ'd though 't be for every one That 't is for those that come and those alone Effectually 'T is just that they who will Not thither come keep their Diseases still Nor doth God's Will depend on man 's in this Because God Wills it so God's Will it is This is that Living spring whilst man remains This still shall flow to wash his fouler stains Without this he cannot be pure nor come Where Christ is to the new Ierusalem O blessed spring Water of Life here we The highest words without Hyperbole May use O 't is the blessed Nectar of The holy Angels and bless'd Saints above His flesh is there Ambrosia 't is by this We may attain an Apoâ—heosis By this bless'd food all heav'nly Souls are fed And through the Earth it doth its Bounties spread Think it not strange if those may feed on 't too Who live in India and that never knew Or heard of this bless'd Iesu's dying day Circumscribe not his flesh and Blood I say No one without it can be sav'd O damn Not all that ne'r heard that he dy'd for them This Blood 's a Living sâ—ring poor souls impute This to themselves and yet themselves pollute With beastly sins His Blood hath wash'd us clean Cry they and so continue in their sin O sad presumption whilst they crucifie Christ in their Hearts by 's Blood we 'r sav'd to Cry I say His Blood 's a Living spring and your Soul feed on 's flesh must drink his Blood most pure If that Salvation you intend to have 'T is that believe me that alone must save What this his flesh and Blood is partly you Do know the same and shall more clearly too The farther in this way you go 't is that That every pious Soul doth animate It is a Sacrament tongues cann't expresse 'T is Life 't is Virtue Power Holinesse By it all things subsist it penetrates All things all quickens all things animates The Angels food the same Humanity That sits at God's right Hand the same that the Jews crucifi'd that ' rose again and is Oâ—â— Propitiation 't is the same 't is this Thou seest here his Life and nothing there Did in 't without a mysterie appear He bound was spit upon whipt crucified Pierc'd with a Sphear thorough his sacred side Here Contemplate all is mysterious and Man may by it his vast Love understand See here where he gives up the Ghost here thou Upon the Wings of Contemplation now Mayst ride O sacred Death See where the Sun Obscured is how Rocks do rend in twain See how the Graves are op'd see where the dead Arise O this this is the Day they did So long expect which oft in dayes of old The Prophets by their Prophesies foretold Now trembles Hell now all the Devils quake Now suffers Luciâ—er now Hell doth shake For now the Light shuts up Hel's Centre now The mighty Wrath of God is broken too Christ underwent it and for mortal man Through th' envious Wrath made now a Path again He pierc'd the Principle of Wrath and there Love Wrath and Light all reconciled were O sacred Sacrament these mysteries Are hid and strange to more prophaner eyes But I will more declare attend and be An Auditor unto no one but me I in the Scriptures dwell there find you may What I declare as clear as is the Day When Adam fell in Paradise O then He ' wak'd the Wrath of God against all men That should succeed the Wrath then potent grew And like a wall bar'd up the way unto Blest Paradise all men excluded were And 't was impossible to enter there This Adam saw too late then was the seed The blest seed of the Woman promised VVhich should by being bruised in the Heel Of Death break Wrath's strong head and make him feel His mighty power This Adam saw and all The Patriarchs and Prophets that 〈◊〉 This should in this they all rejoâ—â—d thus saw With joy old Abraham this blessed Day The fieâ—y Law to Moses given forth VVas represented by those terrors Wrath The Zeal and Justice of Iehovah and In which no man but Christ alone could stand So Moses could not into Canaan bring The Iâ—raeliâ—es now learn we by this thing That 't must be Iesus who for all hath dy'd Who by great Ioshua was typisi'd None enters Heav'n till he that came from thence First enter'd had 't is for the mighty Prince Iesus the Saviour that this honour was Kept and till he had not a man could passe See then the work of this God-man 't is He The second person in the Trinity Who flesh indues such as you have no foul Stain tincting it in that an humane soul Cloth'd with a Body such as Adam had Before he with grosse flesh and Blood was clad Three Principles intire he had abode He then did for you all the
resign Do what thou pleasest Lord with me For I am truly slain I being subject unto thee At thy dispose remain This is the state which Reason's foolish Schooles Do nominate the Paradise of Fools Because their high adored Deity Reason 's cast down and on the Earth must lye When the holy Ark enters the Temple then Dagon must fall and break his Neck so when Wisdom divine its Beauties doth display Upon our Souls Reason much pack away That is too shallow for to Comprehend Those things which WISDOM'S Wisdom doth Command It 's a false Judge and cannot truly see Beyond the dark Clouds of Moâ—tality The first degree in wisdom's sacred School Is to be Wise by first becoming Fool Fool to the Earthly Reason in Divine Wisdom a Wise man by subjection shine Mistake me not I 'l not have you put out The Souls bright Eye and so become a Bruit I 'ld not have Reason banished from Men Meer Animals indeed they would be then But that our Reason passe not those Bounds given To terminate it by the Hand of Heaven But that our Reason should its weaknesse own Confesse that Heav'ns Arcana's are unknown To her That her weak eyes cann't gaze upon The glorious splendor of bright wisdom's Sun And not to dare with a proud scrutiny To search Heav'ns secrets with her pur-blind eye Our eyes are Lights unto our steps but shoot Their Balls against the Sun he ' l put them out Reason's our Guide below but when she flees 'Gainst wisdom's Sun she loseth both her eyes Reason's illuminate and soar's on high When wisdom lendeth unto her an eye Then her eye passeth to the highest Sphear Searcheth the deeps and seeth Wonders there But before Reason can this eye attain She must acknowledge that her own are vain This Lesson now Heav'ns Pilgrim learn'd and He Subjects his Reason to Divinity He knows he must be born a new and then He knows he must become a Child agen With such Heav'ns Kingdom is implete you know Children are Innocent and harmlesse too They 'r pretty Lambs poor Tenderlings their eyes The seats of Innocence of Smiles the prize They have no wills you may do what you list To them they are not able to resist But if you hâ—rt them the defence you have Their Tongâ—â—s are which with cryes for pity crave Set them down here they cannot stir or go Till you remove them they no evil know The Devil cannot hurt them they defie With pretty Innocence his subtilty They know no guile they know no evil nor Sin They made fit for Heav'ns Mansions are The 〈◊〉 â—o such who gain the Child-like state 〈◊〉 hath already read their woful fate Thâ—se who offend such Babes had better be 〈◊〉 with a Milstone cast into the Sea They are his Care his tender Lambs who these Offend do highly Châ—ist himself displease Oâ—r truâ—-resign'd and child like Pilgrim now His to 〈◊〉 's highest will doth bow But whilst he at his Altar prostrate lyes His Angel speaking thus Commands him rise Arise thrice happy Pilgrim Let us still Proceed for that I 'm sure is Heav'ns Will Thou almost fitted art for to behold Those glories which by Tongues cannot be told Thâ—â—ce bow'd the Pilgrim not to him but God And on they went in Heav'ns illustrious Road. But by and by two flying Coursers brought Thither at th' Angels beck a Chariot Into 〈◊〉 they went no sooner seated they Were but th'row th' Ayr the Coursers Wings make way Earth 's left behind and now they launched are Into the calm Sea of the gentle Ayr. The Angels Pilot guide and Charoteer Who upward drives and from the Earth doth steer A place there is not view'd by mortal eyes Which 'twixt four Worlds just in the middle lyes Thither the Angel took his Course and on A rising Hill to Land his Chariot came Alighting there they mount unto the top Where was an antique Crosse erected up After the Pilgrim round had view'd the place And with his eyes su'd to know where he was The Angâ—l then his long-kept silence brake And this unto the holy Pilgrim spake This Hill on which thou stand'st doth lye between The four great Worlds from hence all may be seen Cast down thine â—ye that which thou seâ—st below Is th' outward World from which we came but now Where yoâ— ' dark mist is upon thy lest Hand The Devils dark internal World doth stand Where yon bright Light on thy right hand doth shine Is the Light World or Paradise divine Over thy head from whence that glory springs The Mansion is of the great King of Kings Th' Aeternal World and thither 't is I know Thou pressest and desiâ—ous art to go Th'rough Paradise the way doth thither lye Which e'r thou cann'st attain thou here must dye Here thou must crucified be for that Through Hell thou must passe e'r thou canst come at Blest Paradise and dangerous it is To passe th'rough Hell before you Death do kisse Death will disrobe thee of whatever may In Hell's dark Kingdom thy brave progresse stay Thou must to all things crucified be And no impediment retain with thee For if thou bearest any thing on which Wrath 's mighty King his iron claws may pitch He will torment thee and inforc'd by pain Thou to this Crosse return must back again Thou canst not passe his Kingdom until thou Thy Head to blessed Death dost freely bow For by this Death thou gain'st thy Saviour's blood Which thorow Hell thy passage will make good Wrath 's King may threaten then but dare not dâ— For 's eares the least of injuries to you But if thou ventur'st th'row his Kingdom and Noâ— Crucified here thou can'st not stand Thou se'st the Way now if thou can'st embrace A happy 〈◊〉 here is the Crosse and place Châ—â—st made Death easie fear not then to dye But let this Mount be thy Mount CALVARY This said the Angel bid the place adiew And th'row the smooth ayr in the Chariot flew Leaving the Pilgrim to encounter Death And to gain Life by yieldâ—ng mortal breath The Pilgrim being left alone unto The Crossâ— he ran and his sweet lips did glew Unto its hard sides from his mouth there came Blessings and hearty kâ—â—â—es mix'd with them About its sides his grasping armes did twine Enclosing it as Elmes the tâ—nder Vine Bless'd instrument by Death of Life cry'd he Man's gain Hel's pain losse to Mortality The zeal of Heav'n the blessed sâ—oyl of sin The Key that shuts Hell out and lets Heav'n in The Way to glory and of Crowns the gain The Bar to Death and everlasting pain To Death but 't is of Flesh and Sin the Way The Road to Life and everlasting Ioy. Come Death come Death I now prepared am To Dye Come nail me to this Crosse O come Come strike me with thy killing Dart for I To give the Ghost up of mortality Of Flesh of Sin do long Come here 's my Heart Prepared to receive thy
killing Dart. Thou shalt slay me but when I yield my breath I Victor am for my last foe is Deaâ—h DEATH then appear'd though terrible he seem To others doth he pleasing shew'd to him 'T was not the common Deafh that takes away The little breath we in this world enjoy T was not that heap of Bones that frightful Death Which digs mens graves and robs them of their breath That slays whole thousands every Day and feasts His fleshlesse Carcasse both on Men and Beasts No 't was another Death which yet would seem To some more terrible and sierce than him This Death 's both foe and Friend a foe to all The sinful Man Friend to the Spiritual This kills the sinful Man but durifies The outward slayeth that this rectifies The sinful Man trembled to see the â—ace Of Death and his vile execution place O how he strugled but it was in vain The Pilgrim scorn'd him longer to retain His willing armes he gave to Death who straight Both Feet and Hands with Nailes did perforate And fix'd them to the Crosse and there upon That Tree to true mortification He did attain the Flesh the World and Sin Was slain all which so long alive had been This dying Swan now drawing near his end In such sweet notes his latest breath did spend Vain world adieu No more on you I le cast my dying eyes This sacred crosse Than all your drosse To me 's a greater prize Vain Flesh be gone No longer on Your Beauties will I dote The World and you I bid adieu To sail in Death's safe boat Too long I 'ave been Alive to Sin But now upon the Crosse That life I 'le leave And Death receive Yet gain Life by Life's losse I have o'rethrone Temptation And often giv'n the soil But now I 'le quell The Root of Hell And 's nest in my breast spoil By me hath sia Resisted been But now its root I will Though by the strise I lose my life For growing ever spill My Feet are nayld Affections quail'd Unto this Crosse my Hands My active Life Now ceaseth strife Are bound with iron bands Refined things May take their wings And speed to others now I passive am And dead become To live I know not how My Face grows pale My Spirits fail My dying breath doth flye Hast Death I pray Take life away For I do long to dye Death at these words struck th'rough his tender heart And Life and death at one stroke did impart Rivers of sinful blood ran down from his side The sinful Nature groaned thâ—ice and dy'd Flesh left the stroke and was enforc'd to yield And to triumphing Death bequeath the Field Thus he to Blood resisted and did share In this first Death nor doth he others fear Now he has tasted this By this who fall Fear not th' Eternal nor the Natural A pleasing Victim on the Crosse he lay Heav'ns Sacrifice and Death's most blessâ—d prey Go Hell and tempt him now with sugard Pills Thrice gild thrice dulcifie your bitter ills Use all your Art use all your Eloquence Conjoyn your Words and your false Excellence Go all conspire in one him to deceive See if he ' l either hear you or believe Your subtle prating Strength and policy Together knit with all your subtilty And see if either will admission gain Away all your endeavours are in vain Do not not you see he 's dead think you that he Then with your subtilties will moved be Go spread a Table and set on the Board The choysest vyands fruitful Earths afford A thousand Cups with all her pleasures fill Tempt him and see if eat or drink he will Away vain Ideots you have lost your prize Hell and the World 's cousen'd when Man thus dies O blessed Death that seals our eyes our eaâ— Our mouth that they nor tast nor see nor hear Can what Hell gives or shews or speaks to us Thrice happy Man whom this blest Death frees thus A dead Man 's wholly passive what you list You may do to him he cannot resist So here our Pilgrim dead upon the Crosse At the disposal of his Father was And truly mortifi'd he hangeth on The Crosse until the â—ngel takes him down Th' Heav'nly Nuncio with Peace's Olive bough And with victorious Palmes and Laurels flew From the Aetherial Court a wreath he brought Which cann't be by Earth's Gold and Silver bought It was a Branch of purest Gold which he Commissionated pull'd from Lifes fair Tree To make a Garland for the Pilgrim's Head And happily to crown with Life the Dead One Hand bore this as precious a thing And 's Sacred he in 's other Hand did bring A garment 't was of Scarlet dy'd in grain Whose Tyrian blushes Virgins blushes stain The Pinks and Roses as he passed by Hung down their heads to see a better dye Blushed for shame but growing pale with spite They being outvy'd themselves disrobed quite This Garment tincted was in that blest Blood That Crimson spring that deep dy'd Scarlet flood Which flow'd from Iesu's sacred side when he Dy'd that the sinful World might saved be The Ermin-lined Purple which doth lye Solely upon the back of Majesty Though cover'd over with Avacan Gemms To this rich Robe a simple Garment seems Man though he 's cloath'd is naked without this With this cloath'd though he 's naked cloathed is Unto the Crosse's foot the Angel came And with his lovely eyes considers him He sees the Pilgrim dead the sinful man Flesh and its Members crucifi'd and slain No gashly sight this was Death not enhance Did those fresh glories of his countenance This Death although h' had made him freely bleed Wrapt not his Body in his sheets of Lead His eyes were sweetly clos'd his cheeks did look Like those of the departing Feavour-struck A dying Fire seemed there to lye Which able was to court the nicest eye From thence the helpful Angel takes him down And with the Golden wreath of Life doth Crown His pious Temples on his Head he pours Out of transparent Viols crystal showers Pure water taken from the Fount of Blisse Which every Limb from head to foot doth kisse Which cleanseth every Limb and part And so The Stone 's deep black converted is to snow Stript naked of his former rags upon His back he puts the bloody Garment on A Noble colour White is turn'd to red The Work 's now almost throughly finished Thus cloath'd and drest to Life the Pilgrim came Another Man and yet the very same He look'd as if he were new born agen His eyes saw now what he had never seen His wandring Orbs on every thing do passe As if enquiring in what place he was He saw a Region which his eyes ne'r did Before behold The Region was hid Before but now lay open to his view His speaking eyes the willing Angel drew For to declare what place it was He brake Silence and thus unto the Pilgrim spake Locus Purgatorius inter
Mundos OAvarice for Gold and Silver 's prize The golden Truth thou ' ast turn'd to drossy Lyes Best things corrupted prove the worst of all By Rome's false Limbo doth true LIMBO fall The Christian Churches first blest Founders sure Their Streams delated from the Fountain pure Heav'n put that breath into their mouths which they Inspired thus to others did conveigh The holy Ghost upon them breath'd nor was Their Words corrupted by an humane glosse Then flourish'd Truth and all our Hyerarchie Rejoyâ—'d so pure a Church on Earth to see No pitchy clouds of error then did presse 'Twixt their eyes and the Sun of Righteousnesse The Truth shon then as clear as doth the Sun Mounted in 's golden Chariot at noon Christs Church sees clearly still where e'r it be Scatter'd through others and the Head is he But envious Sathan when he saw Truth so Extreamly spread and o're the World to grow He sew'd his Tares of Errors and did blind With clouds of darknesse Man's true eye the Mind These faster than the true Wheat grew this crop Of evil weeds did soon the Wheat o're-top Darknesse grew on apace anon the Day Could not its Light but here and there display Th'rough the small cranies of dark clouds then 't was Pride and Ambition in Rome's Church took place Then crept in all those Ceremonies then The Truth gave place unto the wiles of Men. Then Avarice with her hook'd Talons made Such Laws which turn'd Religion to a Trade And for the Love of Money did disguise Fair Truth and cloath'd her with a pack of Lies Something of precious Truth something of Day Under disguise under the clouds there lay Your Silver ISIS about Chelsy's not The same as where his bubling springs do put First forth their Crystal Heads near Thorlton for Churne's wondrushe's and Cherwell's waters there And Tame's Coln's Brents with his clear streams do run So on the other side he entertain Doth Ock Lad Kâ—nnâ—t Surrie's Rivers too Whose severe Waters with his mingle do Yet with these may at Châ—lsy run the same Pure waters which from his clear spâ—ing-head came So pure Religion's streams by this time had With many of Hel's Stygian stream lets spread Which were polluted with their Waters yet Amongst them Truth 's pure Crystal streams did â—â—iâ— But so bemudded that they scarce were seen But by those clear eyes who did dive for them The snowy flow'r is mixed with the Bran The chaff with Wheat one sift the other faâ— We must not â—â—ing them both away and make Th' â—ne uselesse for us for the other's sako We must beware when that the Tares we cull Lest we with them the wheat up also pull Fifteen Cent'ries and two decades of years After Christ's death from Isleben appears A Light by which Rome's muddy streams were seen By which the Truth men strove to câ—ll between Error 's black clouds But Zeal them so possest They her rejected 'cause by Rome's hands drest So fearful were they of a Romish dresse That Truth they ' ad rather leave than her possesse In that false Habit many Truth 's despis'd Were thus because by Rome they were disguis'd Among the rest and not the least this place This Region which thou now behold'st one was And 'cause Rome's fopperies had obscur'd the Light Of it forsooth they it discarded quite And by the ears it from existence whorry For fear of entertaining Purgatory The Truth of it now testifie thou mayst To others now thy self thou seen it hast It is not such thou seest as Rome doth fain For th' all-corrupting Gold and Silver 's gain This is the middle Region and doth hide It self between four Worlds on every side They bound this place Would'st thou know who those be Who yonder up and down you wandering see They are departed Souls who had begun The holy Race to Sion's Hill to run Who had Hel's broad Rode left and who in this Heav'ns Path some progress made had towards Blisse But e'r their Natures purified were E'r they attain'd had to that happy Sphear Which unto Paradise immediate leads Paâ—ca assunder cut their vital thread Their parted souls then to this Region flew Where they must perfect what they had to do VVhere they 'till purified must remain E'r they to Paradise admittance gain Th'rough Hel's deep Centre must the Soul first pass And th'rough a Sea of Fire to that of Glass Th'rough the first Principle as thou anon Shalt see Now if the Soul 's not cloath'd upon With Christ's sanguinous Robe the second and Most holy Principle she cannot stand But there is captivate or beaten back Unto the Crosse t' endure the holy Rack By putting off the first that so she may With th' second Principle her self array Then may the passe and not before Those who In flesh this holy Robe do not indue But dying hold by Faith 's strong clue are brought Hither to finish what remains unwrought The Way to Heav'n is not so easie as By poor beguiled Man imagin'd was Straight is that Gaâ—e and narrow is that Way Which Mortals doth conduct to perfect Day He that to presse th'row this straight Gate would seâ—k Must fling the World and flesh from off his neck They cannot enter Heav'n with him nor can Some Notions prove a Saviour unto Man The Work must somewhere finish'd be if on The Earth to Heav'n they go if not 'till done It fully be they here remain But those Wend straight to Hell who Hel's high-way had chose Man calls God merciful yet makes the same God the third part of all mankind to damn Hard-hearted Man dost thou not know there is An armed Cherub 'fore the Gate of Blisse Dost thou not know that Paradise is kept By Armes unwearied Eyes that never slept By a bright flaming Fauchon which enough Of terrour strikes to keep the wicked off Or tell me Man hast thou yet never heard That Imperfection cannot passe this Guard Nor flesh nor blood can enter Heav'n nor can Ever come there the least imperfect man No Imperfections enter Paradise If Man 's not perfect then before he dyes A some by no means grant where shall he then Be perfect made but in this Region 'T is true degrees â—ere in perfection are None throughly perfect still he comes where Mortality of immortality Is swal ow'd up where he beholds the Eye And Face of God without a Screen to this None can attain whilst in the flesh he is How few are there that to a perfect State Arrive before Death Life doth terminate To such a State I mean in which they may To Paradise go and make here no stay When their Souls fly their Bodies Souls must clear Be purg'd on Earth from what they drunk in there It is not Notions that the Work must do It must be real and done throughly too This Work not in tâ—e Head but Heart doth lye That 's most regarded by th' all-seeing Eye If they with Christ are truly risen
THis said he gave a Hand of blushing snow Into the Pilgrim's hand in hand they go Inâ—o a Labyrinth of rapting sweets Where Joy in an Ecstatic Rapture greets His welcom'd Soul where his amazed eyes Saluted are with such vatieties Of all delighâ—ful Objects that he knows Not how for to Contemplate all he throws His Orbs upon So pleasing was that Book That on which side he knew not first to look Witâ— cursory eyes at first them all he view'd And then his sight a second time renew'd The ayr was there serene no clouds did dare Upon his Caerule Marble Front appear Ten thoâ—sand smiles lay wrapped in that blew Which heats nor colds nor such strange changes knew One Temp ' rament the which no storms assail Nor winds disturb a cool Zephâ—rian gale Only salutes was in that place a still Crystalline Dew such as from Hermon Hill Descends fell on the Herbs and Trees that there â—n green silver and golden Robes appear Such silver clouds as made a Chariot For Iesus when he from Mount Olivet Flew to the Habitation of his Father â—id here and there with lustrous splendor gather Their Cynthean beams dispersing up and down â—n Circles brighter than Ariadn's Crown Th' Aeternal Heaven's glorious beamings shon Upon that Orb an everlasting Sun To it they were which never ' rose nor set Nor changes here of Night and Day permit 'T was alwayes Day 't was alwayes Noon it was There alwayes Sun shine in that springing place All the Idea's of what we behold Upon this Orb shon there in purest gold In greater claritude and brightness far Than the Night's Goddess or the evening Star O the sweet Joyes our Pilgrim's swelling Heart Ready to burst did to his eyes impart The Lively Rayes that darted were from them Told that his Soul now bath'd In Joye's sweet Stream A verdant Meadow first did chear his eyes With several colour'd gay varieties Amongst the green were sparsed here and there Gold-tincted Flowers Purple silver'd fair Blew Yellow Orange Lilied white and red With thousand Colours else the Earth be spread So rare a shew they made so great delight They gave that our Pilgrim ravish'd quite Alass our Rose though here she seem a Queen To Death her self would blush had she but seen How far the meanest Dasie here surpast And how her best blush by it was disgrac't Had but our Lilly been compar'd to those Which there grew she for shame her maiden snows In melting tears would on the Earth have shed And sorrowful hung down her shamed Head Alass brisk Pink or sel or Blush compare But to the meanest of the flowers there Thou would'st be forc'd to yield the Palm to them And seem as do to thee base Dasies seem Our sprightly Green-grass green compar'd unto That Grasse's lustre bears a yellow Hew And as much difference or more is seen Than is 'twixt Autumn's yellow and Springs green The Gold-strip'd Tulips which do court our eyes In the first Spring with rare varieties Are bâ—t the shadows of those flowers which Grace The Grass-green foot-stool of that happy place The Angel pressing hard the Pilgrim's Hand Se'st thou sai'd He how stil these flnowers do stand With what varieties they are indu'd How Beauty by each other is renew'd How comely all in order plac'd do prayse Their great Creator with their unheard Layes Just so the Saints do dwel in this blest Sphear In such varieties and Love appear No dissonant murmurs from their mouthes proceed Nor doth their difference a difference breed For where would all their Beauties be if they Should not in various works themselves display All several beauties have and yet they be Though several Beauties One in Harmony But th'rough that place where Heav'nly Flora had The Earth Caelestial with her beauties clad Where so many thousand painted Stars were seen For ever fixed in a sky of Green Run a soft River of dissolyed Pearl Whose waves did into Crystal Ringlets ' twerle Without the help of blasts for none came there But what from Angels mouthes emitted were The Fount from whence this Crystal River came The Throne of God is and the spotlesse Lamb From thence those streams which doth this River feed As clear as Crystal soft as Wool proceed From th' upper Region unto this they flow Uniting Heav'n above to Heav'n below Down Crystal Rocks the Crystal Waters glide And pearly streams o're pearly Pibbles slide Creating by their fals so pleasing noyses That they for Bases serve to Angels voyces On each side of the green-fring'd banks there grows The candid Lily and the blushing Rose Fairer than e'r the Earthly Valley bore Pestum nor Sharon e'r such sweets once wore The bleeding Hyacinths and fond Narcisses Hung o're the bank whose Heads the water kisses Leaving her Pearls for to renew their youth The precious Tokens of her moister Mouth Chaplets of Violets crown'd the River's brink Whose â—â—emblâ—ng blew heads of the Waters drink And for each sip their purple mouthes receive Thâ—y in â—eqâ—ital their perfumes to give Into the Câ—ystal stâ—eam the Angel goes And liquid Pâ—aâ—ls upon our Pilgâ—im throws In Liâ—es blest Waters in this Living stream Where 〈◊〉 on Waves ride he baptized him Where 〈◊〉 kisses toâ—ch'd his skin thus he Knew what with Waâ—er 't was baptiz'd to be His Ruby Lips drenâ—h'd in the Câ—ystal waves The blessed Water he with joy â—eceives He 〈◊〉 drinks and now he 'l thirst no more After Earth's Riches or her golden O're Her honours pleasures Gold nor Silver nor A thousâ—nd Eaâ—thly Diadems compare May with the least drop of this blessed stream No they are dung to it they Gold to them When out he came those Living Waves had thrown He saw his youth and purile dayes again Upon his back his harder skin grew 〈◊〉 And his dimn'd â—yes obstructing scales had dof't His feebled joynts and leather nerves grew strong He went in old but now he comes out young He needs no Physic this hâ—d all made good Hâ—s Health restor'd as well as youth renewâ—d Such vâ—rtue has this stream which when he knew His head he humbly did to Iesus bow His Lips in prayses blest his holy Name Who him had counted woâ—thy of the same But on each side the River smiling stood A Grove of Laâ—â—els and of tâ—ller Wood Whose blâ—ssed branches seem'd their heads to shake Uâ—to the 〈◊〉 tones the waters make All Tâ—ees that we upon our Earth can spy Grew there in their essential purity The best of ours to the worst of them Would as the Hawthern to the Cherry seem Or as the Bramble to the precious 〈◊〉 Or as terrestrial Trees to Trees divâ—ne No evil Tree nor quality was there Divine and yet sâ—bstantial they were When near our Pilgrim came he cast his eyes Upon these flourishing Trees of Pâ—radâ—se An Emrauld green upon their Leaves did dwell Which never from their happy Branches fell Some edg'd with silver some were strip'd with Gold And Pearls instead of berries Bays
their cheeks do lye but see Thâ—â—â—â—qual measures raise theâ—r suavity How sweet a method in their make was seen See how their Gold is chequered with green How passing sweet their outward beauties shine Nor are their inner beauties lesse divine Too long I cannot on these Eulogize Nor too much pâ—ayse their heav'nly suavities Heâ—v'n's Choristers when they begin their Songs Of prayse with this Fruit's juyce do oyl their Tongueâ— The sacred Sâ—riphs when they tune the Keyes Of their shril Tongues for everlasting prayse And Halleluâ—ah's of this Fruit they eat Which doth their prayse-â—ip'd Tongues on fire set Whilst Sion's Harpers strike their trembling Chords Marying their Ayres unto their quavering Words All of us Love this Fruit for it inspires Our Songs inflames our Tongues with Heav'nly Fires Thâ—s Fruit it is which makes a Pâ—et shine And makes his Numbers and himself divine This Fire inkindles in his noble breast Which makes him Loves lascivious layes detest Supâ—-caelestial are his harbour'd Fires His layes are tuned to the Angels Lyres 〈◊〉 divine and spiritual Songs do bear 〈…〉 Soul unto the highest Sphear 〈◊〉 Pâ—â—â—mes and rapting Hymn's high Keyes Fâ—oâ— gâ—aver Epods up do often raise His Soâ—l then with 〈◊〉 fury He Makes Dis to tremble at his meloâ—y In this â—â—uit's juyce his lipâ— he drenches this His 〈◊〉 and Hippocrenâ— iâ— One 〈◊〉 of this sweet juyce can make him do More than 〈…〉 Muâ—es and Apoâ—â—o too The Kingâ—â— Hâ—â—per eat this blessed Food When 〈…〉 Spirit he so sweetly chew'd By this inspir'd he wrote those Heav'nly Layes Those Hymns of Joyes and those Psalmes of prayse This made the maâ—tyâ—'d Fathers often sing When scorching Flames their burning armes did fling About their naked flesh whilst furâ—ous kisses Sent their rejoycing Souls to lasting Blisses That neighbour Pattâ—n which transparent seems Doth also hold inestimable Gemms They apples are although unto our sight Each one appears a big-swell'd Maâ—garite The Persic gulf not yet the Eastern Seas Did ever Unions yield so fair as these Not all the Children of the Cheripo's Could half the value match of one of those Fair radiant Globes whose lustrous beamings forth Sufficiently do testifie their worth These to the Eater give a Beam of Light A more than Lynx's â—ye a piercing sight Which through the feigned Cloaks of Spirits can See their true shapes although they false put on Though Hel's â—rince should his swarthy hide paint o're With Virgin Beauties though such wings he wore As I have on Should he Angellic cloathes Put on his visage paint with purest snows His Snakes to Amber Curles convert his brow His Horns pull'd in with pollish'd Ivory strow His jagged Teeth in order set and from His horrid Mouth breath nothing but Perfume His knotty tail tye round about his wast And over that ten snowy Mantles cast Pare all his clawes hide his deformity And uglinesâ—e with borrow'd braveâ—y And strive his utmost egg'd by cunning hâ—te Our speech as well as cloathes to imitate Yet will this Fruit discover his deceit Lay ope the Monster and make known his cheat The Eyes it gives cannot deceived be They th'row false paintings and adornmeâ—â—s see Discern Impostors who usurp our room Desâ—ry Wolâ—â—â— which in borrow'd sheep-Skins comâ— See Sathan's blacknesse th'rough his painted skin See th'row his Angels shape a Devil within Those eyes it gives are acuous and divine And know false borrow'd shapes from genuine O how should Mortals for this fruit entreat Which frees them from the Sâ—ygiâ—n monsters cheat Which shews his fuco's and his subtilties Heretic Errors and prestigious Lyes Which though he cometh in an Angels dress Betrayes him to his genuine ugliness For want of this good souls have been misled And into ills lâ—y false shapes ravished Those snares do most intangle which he uses When Moâ—tals he under our shapes abuses By this bless'd Paul th' imposture's shape espi'd Although of Christ and him he testâ—fy'd And having seen him he to Hell betray'd Him and deliver'd the Divining Maid By this the Infant Church had eyes to sâ—e Iesus from Idols Truth from Heresie The cunning tricks and wondrous subtilties Sathan still us'd to blind the Heathens eyes This then discover'd his impostrous cheâ—ts Made known fair Truth and his most foul deceits The next though palenesse in their cheâ—ks appear Lesse Lovely nor of lesser virtues are How sweetly kissing in the Diâ—h they lye These are the Apples of true unity This precious Fruit bears Adamantine glew Can chain a thousand Hearts aswel as two With truâ—-Love Links fast in a Knot together That Hell nor all his Ramms shall break the tether 'Twixt Spirits this frames a true unity And binds with bands of best Community An hundred Hearts it can so fastly bind That they shall seem but all one Heart and mind This can do more for the dread stroke of Fate By this Friends heares link'd cannot separate It tyes immortal gives though Death can slay The Carcasse yet cannot take these tyes away For spite of Death their Souls together still Being joyn'd they visit one another will By this the Saints a sweet Communion have With those who long since past the silent Grave For Death to a Communion spiritual To such is no impediment at all Those out of Bodies with perspicuous eyes Can see Hel's plots and cruel subtilties And to their Friends they oft permitted are Those precipies timely to declare By this the Patriarchs the Apostles the Blest Saints and all the Martyr'd Fathers be Alive to this Day and by this alone Man may with them still have Communion Thus Friends divided by the Hand of Fate By this alone are made inseperate For this gives tyes that cannot broken be By the weak Hand of frail Mortality All the Apostles of this Fruit did tast Which link'd their Hearts so fast By this Communion with each other they Kept though they o're the Earthly World did stray Apart and those who did survive the rest Communion kept with those whose Deaths were blest By martyrdom which Courage stout did give To know the Blisse in which their souls did live Thus blessed Denis joyn'd in unity After their Deaths did Paul and Peter see Crown'd with glorious Crowns of sacred Light Array'd with Roâ—es of more than snowy white By this Fruit thus they after Death with one Another held a strict Communion That golden Pattin which stands next to this Of Fruits with brightnesse cloath'd the Arca is Heave'n's brightest Tapers in the Skies do blaze With lesser Lustre and lesse sparkling Rayes Than these whose beamings and illustrous shine Preach their ownâ— Beauties and their Worth divine We much desire that man should seed on this Illustrous Fruit for by this Fruit he is Acquainted with us by this Fruit alone We have with Him and He has union With us by this our several Hierarchies Our Beauty splendor and Attires he sees To Man by this illustrous Fruit alone Our Care and kind Philanthropie