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
of such Worlds as these For I confesse I do believe there 's four And never was and never shall be more Three of these Worlds are infinite but this Grosse World both visible and finite is It matters not unto Salvation Whether there be a thousand Worlds or one Such Worlds as this I mean but it is meet That we should know those Worlds of which I treat For to be ignorant of these is to Ignore the blisses that we ought to know How vain is Man for fancy'd worlds to hunt And of himself be wholly ignorant These Worlds of which we treat no fancies be For to deny them is plain Blasphemy And of them to be ignorant no lesse Then to be ignorant of Happinesse These World 's not disputable are for we Do by experience know such Worlds there be Therefore no longer will I prologize But clearly set them forth before your eyes Pray cast your eye upon the Figure and The order see in which the Worlds do stand See here four Globes So stand the Worlds but yet Not in this order as you see these set But to man's sense these figures do I guesse Their place and order best of all expresse Though once be higher than another plac't We call that highest which is inner most Who can at one expose to perfect view Whole and compleat Shell Skin and Kernel too As in an Egg you see the outer shell In that the white i' th white the yolk doth dwell As in an Onion first the outer skin Then several others folded are within Its strict enfolding which do presse upon The heart or centre of the Onion As several Circles one within another Drawn some are farther some more near than th' other Unto the Centre So these Worlds display Unto your understandings best you may So are they plac'd The Centre of them all We highest the Circumference lowest call So see in Man his outward case doth hide A noble Soul Which doth more inward bide This outward World is as the crust or shell In which the other Light and Dark Woâ—lds dwell This outward World is the Circumference And farthest from the Centre Life from whence It doth receive for from the inward this Produced was Most plain the punction is Before the circle and the Yolke before The white or shell But then youâ—l say this more Containeth than those Worlds that brought it forth So this is greater than what gave it birth Those suffer no dimention can nor lye So comprehended As the Sun the Skie Contains you see his rays and influence Howbe't no bounds can close they 'r so immense As God's in heaven we say yet every where So th' inward worlds in this world closed are Life floweth to the finger from the heart Man 's soul 's in man and yet in ev'ry part Alas How blinded are the souls of men Whilst here inclosed in their fleshly pen Whilst here in prison fetter'd fast they lye Whilst they all things judge by their outward eye They see this earth wherein they live and so That there 's an earthly world they surely know Now other worlds some do believe there are The natures of these worlds or how or where They be most men ignore for of the same They several fancies in their heads do frame For speak of heav'n strait way they cast their eyes Towards the blew seas of the Chrystal skies Beyond the same a most Majestick Court Whose bliss doth pass the bounds of all report Where all the Saints in brightnesse like the Sun Seated on Thrones where every one a Crown Possessing praise and Hallelujahs sing To God who there sits on the Throne as King They think there is and that their souls must fly Thorow the Welkin to it when they dye But speak of Hell strait way their thoughts do go Unto the Centre of the earth below Where they in their imaginations frame A Realm of Sulphur Darknesse Fume and Flame Where great BEELZEBUB as a King commands The smooky Devils and sulphurian bands Mistake me not I do not here deny Nor Hell's nor Heav'ns true locality But here in reference to those I speak Who carnally both hell and heav'n do seek And who know nothing nor of Heav'n nor Hell But by report as they hear others tell Accounting it impossible to know Or Hell or Heaven while they dwell below Such of themselves be wholly ignorant And the true sight of Hell or Heav'n they want How they two several Principles be and How different they do not understand How they in one another dwell and yet A gulf eternal how betwixt them set Tho Summit of their knowledge is to know The nature of terrestrial things below They are content the other worlds should rest Till they of this by death are dispossest But all such may miss of the blessed sphere Who know it not nor be assur'd of 't here Therefore we first will with this world begin Best known to man this which he dwelleth in From whence we step by step at last ascend Shall to th' Eternal world the farthest end Man must from this the lowest world get up By the Internal worlds unto the top And summit of his joyes the way shall be Shewn in this book with perspicuity But man a while my purpose here supplants The chiefest of the earths inhabitants Of whom a word for he 's the principal And should be Prince and King and Lord of all The Microcosm little world or Man Containeth all the outward great world can Is it not strange and wonderfull that such A little thing as Man should hold so much Man is a wonder and Gods image divine If truly Man within his breast doth shine It is not head arms body members fair That maketh Man he rather may compare Himself unto some beast in painted dress Except the inward do him Man express What difference is there 'twixt a man and beast None sure at all or little to be guest If 't wan't for Reason and an immortal spark Which hides it self within his hollow Ark This makes him Man and like a man to act Which gon he 's like a beast in shew and fact A man hath sense he eats he drinks he sleeps Wallows in pleasure seldome measure keeps Subject to hunger thirst to heat and cold Sicknesse Diseases and converts to th'Mould Of which he 's fram'd and like to other creatures There perisheth his beauteous forms and features All this the Beast doth then we thus may say The fairest Beast is made upright of clay Men that we see within the great Creation Lie wallowing in all abomination In filthy Lusts contagious pleasures foul As if they never never had a soul Are not such Beasts yea perfect Beasts or worse For Beasts most commonly follow natures course Their beastial actions acting in sobriety When men fulfil their Lusts in all Impiety Acting most beastly in all foul inormity And worser then the brutes in their deformity That were it not for this their outward
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
Love will mercy shew In Enmity The Serpent's and the Woman's seed shall be This Love in mercy to you will infuse He shall thy heel but thou his head shalt bruise The Gate of Life is shut lost's thy blest state But Time shall come when it recuperate Shall be the Gates of Death broke down and one What thou hast lost recover shall again From Paradise they go or Paradise Rather departs from them their blinded eyes Cann't pierce into the holy Element Which in this World as in a prison pent Remains Like to a Tree whose springing sap Causes the Tree grow green when to the top It doth ascend but when unto the root It goes how bears the Tree of leaves and fruit There it lies buried and the Tree seems dead Till its remounting all begreens her head So did the World appear lost was its grace A darker Vail now hid its brighter Face Far greater difference this change dâ—d bring Then 'twixt cold Winter and the pleasant Spring Or like a burning Torch which being sat I' th midst of some great Room doth dissipate The darker shades which by and by immur'd In some dark Lanthorn all the Room 's obscur'd And scarce a Ray of brighter Light is seen So is the World to what it once hath been The Devil's poyson is diffus'd th'row all Things that compose or circundate this ball Both good and bad together blend in some Things more of Good in others more doth come Of Bad the Rose hath more of Paradise Then faetid Hemlock Pinkes than Margs or Crise The Lamb then Tygers Apple-trees than Yew The Doves than Hawkes Nightshade hath lesse than Rew. The Devil chose those creatures that were arm'd With Teeth Hornes tallons clawes that others harm'd By them might be for had he chose the Dove Or Lamb could they like Hawk or Lion prove Discording Seeds now grow in every thing Confusion thorow all the Earth doth spring Wrath's Principle doth penetrate this Ball And what aboâ—t it is coporeal Both good and ill together mixed are All things created of them have a share This ill lay hid before We poyson may Into our Bodies safely take allay The same with other good ingredients In such and such a quantity It rents The Body else if it superabound So this great Orb in pristine state was found Or as in Man all Passions hidden lye Which none if not awaken'd can descry Nor do they hurt him But awaken those The Mind and Body both they discompose So dormant lay the wrathful Principle As sparks of fire in ashes wrapt untill By Adam's fall it was awak'd the same Hid spark by Sathan's blown into a flame The Planets now forego their wonted Love Contrary'ng do in opposition move Th◠〈◊〉 Aspects the starry Orbs immense Do now receive a naughty influence Such to the Earth they give The Heav'n and she Now seem to be at deadly enmity From her thick vapours and bad stinks arise Which as her darts she sends against the skies Sol sucks her moisture forth with vehement heat Her parched sides as with his scourges beat He doth And Heav'n her flowring Corn with round Ice-bullets forceth to the very ground Syderial blasts Mildew and storms he sends Then from his window agil lighâ—'ning wends When that enough he with his Summer scourges Has beaten her comes Winter then with surges He doth bedrench her Face Contracting cold Robs her of all her Beauties very old She seems when snows hang dangling on her head Chaps which for heat did now for cold do spread Then storms of Rain and blustring Winds do make Her Brooks o'reflow her Trees and Mountains quake Thus they oppose each other now the Seas Beat with the Wind do threat the very Skies Sometimes excurring from his wonted place With brinish floods doth wash his Sister's Face Now Love is lost no longer unity But wrath and hatred 'mong the Creatures be The Lamb now fears the Wolf The Lion tears The Kid for food Bees rob'd are now by Bears They stings receive The tusked Bore the Cow Assaults The tender Dear and Hares are now Slain by the Dogs The mighty Elephant Serpents and the Rhinoceroth supplant The harmlesse yields to those of greater power All fill'd with Ire each other do devour Serpents now stings receive strong poyson Toads Reptils with Reptils Plants with Plants at odds Are now Now death-Hemlock and Woolf's-Bain hold With too much heat this that with too much cold Doth kill Now Bryars Nettles Thorns and Weeds With hurtful Plants the Earth accursed breeds Now Whales eat other Fish Trout Dace devoures Minnows the Perch The Pike the Rivers scoures To catch the smaller Fry Eeles Gudgions eat And them the Herns Fish now for Fowl are meat They too on each another prey The Kite On tender Chickens Hawkes on Sparrows light Thus Enmity arose thus wrath and strife And thus each Creature seeks each others life And all or most seâ—k humane blood to spill Because that Man was cause of all their ill All this did spring from the first Principle Which open'd strait when our first Parents fell And thus the World from its first happy state To this we now do see it in was brought But now the Time 's at hand all long to see This World again a Paradise shall be The Wrath shall be dethron'd the Lamb shall Reign In purity when Christ appears again O hast thy coming Lord This blessed Day Let us behold Lord Jesus hast away Wrath 's mighty Monarch se'ing how he had wrought And the whole Orb under his power brought By Adam's lapse rejoyced much and straight He doth his Kingdom 's Princes convocate With the whole Host of Hell to whom he thus Speakes Princely vassals Who is like to us What power can contend with us I see The Light World's strength cann't match our Policy This Day brave Princes have I subject made A World and Man too by our guiles betray'd I need not tell what you already know That I to Love am an Eternal Foe So he to Me or that continual Jarrâ— Betwixt us rise and everlasting warrs Our Kingdoms opposite you know Contend For mastership which strife shall never end We differ in all things nor shall a Truce A minutes quietude from Armes produce We are as strong as they I scorn to bow To him for I a way have gained how For to encrease our strength You Kingdoms and Whole Worlds shall have now under your Command So many vassals shall this Kingdom stuff Wer 't not so vast 't would scarce be large enough For to contain them you great Princes now I will advise you what you are to do The World and Man which I have gain'd I see By strength and cunning must preserved be You know aspiring Princes you and I Left Heav'n for prying into the unity Because we scorn'd but for to be above For why should mighty Wrath give place to Love We left those Orbs and did them all despise And
at any time deny If they sincerely ask my Company I Queen am of that place of such delight Whose heav'nly Beauty recreates the sight Of all that enter there and now I come To let you see unto Ierusalem The heav'nly the true Way such guides I 'le leave That if you 'l follow none can you deceive With false illusions nor draw aside But be you sure to follow still your Guide Although you able are to comprehend The whole World in a thought yet if you bend Yoâ—r whole Imagination to conceive The Glory of Ierusalem bereave The Earth the Seas the Skies of all what e're May glorious or beautifull appear And with them frame a glory all shall seem Unto the glory of Ierusalem But as a grain of dust to mighty Gemms Or as a Candle to the Sun 's bright beams That I may give thee some small glimpse of that Most glorious House I have a Picture brought With me of it and that I may invite Thee with its beauty to attain't a sight Thou shalt have of 't APOCALYPSIS then She call'd a Nymph that 's much desir'd of Men. Her tresses hung like waves of gold upon Her shoulders her transparent garments shon With far more lustrous beauty than a gemm Diaphanous Earth's Beauties were in them With Heav'n's intermixt a curious Hand Had here the Sea and there the stable Land With Groves and Rivers Gardens Founts and Springs With all Earth's pleasures and all living things Express'd The Sun the Moon and Stars he might With all the Beauty of the Heav'n's delight Fully behold wrought with Stones highly priz'd The Heavens and Earth were there Epitomiz'd So that she shon like the bright Evening Star Or Phoebus mounted in his high-noon Carr. A Chrystal Key with which the inward sight She did unlock her left hand held her right A scroul of Paper This GRACE did unfold That he might there Ierusalem behold His greedy eyes fix'd on the Scroul did wait VVhen her blest hands would ope the picture straightâ— VVayes the unfolding it more dazling beams Than could proceed oâ—t of a masse of gâ—mms Flew thence and like the agill Lightning strook His eyes perstâ—ng'd them and his Body shook Prostrate he fell not being able to Bear all those Beauties which together Flew From thence This splendor is too great he cries For to be look'd upon by mortal eyes Heav'n's Eaglets only can behold this Sun And without striking blind their eyes upon It gaze How wil't perform thy word to me Unlesse thou giv'st new eyes I cannot see If that a shadow of its glory does Perstring thine eyes says Grace and ' maze thee thus VVhat will the full fruition of it do VVhen in its hâ—ghest lustre it by you Shall be beheld An Alabaster box Her snowy Hands with a cold Key unlocks From whence she drew a Sov'raign eye-salve made Of Purity upon his eyes she lai'd The same and bid him boldly view the Light For that pure Salve from hurt would guard his sight At her Command his baulmed eyes he now Erec'ts and doth that glorious splendor view VVhich doth proceed from the bright radiant gemm Of which is made the new Ierusalem A glorious City there he saw the Pen Nor Heav'nly Tongues of Angels nor of Men Can it expresse or half its Glory tell Its beauties other beauties all excell More than the brightest gemm dark glasse or far More than Gold durt or Sol the meanest star Rap't in a kind of extasie he moves In that bright splendor round the City roves He with his eyes taken with so much blisse His Soul out of his body wrapped is Himself among the Thornes he sees and there Views what his tongue to utter doth not dare O glorious Beauty cries he out one graâ—â— Of thee will more than recompence all pain And trouble that we on the Eard endure For to possesse thee O bless't Light immure My Soul for ever here where reigns true Blisse Where is true Joy and where true pleasure is Adiew vain Earth and all thy foolish pleasure Worser than Dung compared to this Treasure And Joys I find Ah what are Crowns to thee Least particle of true Felicity Lighter than chaff of lesse esteem they are Than dung if they with heav'n's bright Crowns compare O how I 'am rapt O how I now esteem The glorious Vision of Ierusalem Grace smiling at his Rapture warbled forth These words This sight of such esteem and worth Is that to very few it granted is The favour to behold this sight of Blisse Amongst those very few thou seest thou art For ever then record it on thine heart And let this Beauteous sight attract thee 〈◊〉 That thou astray mayst not hereafter go Nor think that thou already art in Blisse This but a sight and at a distance is Of futâ—re happinesse which gain you may If you persever in the stricter way But if backslide and in your sins remain This Heav'nly City you shall ne'r attain How vain the choysest of Earth's pleasures are If with the least of these you them compare Let this consideration beget A fire of constant sacred Love to it So that thou mayst with greater ease presse on Till thou the harder way hast overcome For if thou dost heav'n's Beauties contemplate Earth's in compaâ—ison to them thou'lt hate Whilst to this sight thine Eyes are married The way thou se'st not that doth thither lead It s glorious Beams o'te-shadow it but I By vailing them exhibit to thine eye The way that leads unto this City will A thick mist strait doth her command fulfill Which like a Vail hid those illustrous Beams And now the way pourtray'd he sees it seems To lye here over Rocks th'row Vallies there Here dark black Caves there Seas of Blood appear Here precipices thick here thornes here steep And stony places there strong Watchmen keep The passages a thousand dangers show Themselves along the way that he must go If he to Salem will attain His eye About he cast no other way espy He could so that necessity compells He that wayes must when there is no way else Nor Rocks not precipices nor cries he Sanguineous Seas now shall discourage me Since I have seen those Beauties which do Court My Soul for which all dangers seem a sport Will for 't is fitting that Aeternitie With fleshe's hazzard should attained be Come I'm resolv'd and ready am to tread This narrow Path which doth to Sion lead I 'le leave this World and for my future good Fly over Rocks swim thorow Seas of blood This said APOCALYPSIS then withdrew And GRACE her hand did to the Pilgrim shew A hearty Kisse on which he straight inferr'd Unto the path from which he lately err'd She him conducted where stood HOPE and FAITH Who ran to him assoon as in the Path He came To whom themselves the' excused thus For your deviating pray blame not us 'T was your own fault for whilst we with you kept We know not how into a
is of her store But thou this Mount despise must and be poor Desie Earth's Riches 'Till from Heav'ns blest done Thou dost receive them then they are thine own When Heav'n adorns thee with Earth's pride then thou Shalt like an Angel truly shine below Thou then shalt honour God and every gemm Shall glory but to touch thy Garments hem All what thou dost here in thy passage meet To stop thy way shall tumble at thy feet No power have they then to hurt And thou Regard them shalt no more than dunghills now 'Till then thou leave them must and follow the Most rare Example of Humility With that she from her sacred Bosom drew A Picture and reposâ—d it to the view Of the Caelestial Traveller where one The best skill in the Graphic Art had shown The Pencil guided by some hand divine Had there trick't out the fruitfull Palestine Had shew'd Iuâ—aea and Ierusalem The famous Temple Iordan's Christal stream All Gâ—lâ—ee the Hamlet Nazareth And Bethlehem where God in flesh had Birth His Life his Miracles his Death and where He â—uried was was rarely pourtray'd there Beâ—old said Alathia here 's the story Of the great King of Meeknesse and of Glory Who cloath'd himself with mortal flesh and blood And shed the same to do poor sinners good This is the Pattern of Humility View this fair Copy thou the ectype be Consider the immensity of Love Past the poor reach of Man and far above His most capacious thoughts to Comprehend The depth of it which to the very end Of AEternity doth reach Immensity Of Love and Oceans of Humility With pious reverence turn here thine eye Thy Saviour view in 's Infant Majesty See how Heav'n smileth in his eyes what Grace Already beameth in his sacred Face Those Rayes divine though vaild with flesh and blood Break through their Closure and make bright their Cloud O depth of Meeknesse O great Caesars fling Your Crowns and stately Robes aside The King Of great Olympâ—s and of all the Earth Humility doth â—each you by his birth See where he lies his high-roof'd Chamber is A despicable Stable look how this Poor Crib supplies a Cradle's place you see No gilded Cradle here no Couches be This Hay grown soft by 's sacred touch doth own A happinesse serves for a bed of Down The Crib's hard side a pillow is alasse His Chamber-fellows are the Ox and Asse Darknesse surrounds the Earth and whilst 't is hurâ—d Through Hearts as well as Eyes into the World The Sun of Righteousnesse doth come 't is he That Day and Light and Sun to all must be His Winter too snow hangs on every bough Tearts had their Ice their â—nows and Winter too But in the midst of Hyems is the King Born that to Hearts and to the World 's the Spring See Where his Mother the blest Virgin on Her bended knees doth wait upon her Son Nought but Humility can here be seen In all the World 's great King and Earth's blest Queen See where the Virgin-mother 〈◊〉 about His sacred limbs a clean but homely clout You see no Tyrian-tiâ—cted mantle there Shining with Gold no uselesse Vailes appear Brodeâ—'d with Lace a piece of home-spun cloth Is Vaâ—l is Mantle Rug and Blanket both For lack of better Aâ—as see where spreads Upon the walls busie Arachne's threads See with what pains that careful Animal With her best art labours to hang the Wall Nought but Humility can here be seen In all the World 's great King and Earth's chast Queen Although this birth with so much lowlinesse Accompan'ed simplicity expresse And of small value seem t' ambitious Earth Heav'ns Choresters rejoycing at his birth Sâ—ng this Antiphona Salvation is Come unto Man by this blest Genesis VVhilst others answer with a high-tun'd voyce Rejoyc O Earth both Eâ—â—â—h and Heav'n rejoyce Salvation now is come to you below At Jesu's Name all heaâ—ts and knees shall bow VVhilst thus his great Name the Caelestial Quire Râ—sound his mystic Birth they all admire AEâ—ernity before nor eâ—er shall Again a Wonder see so mystical Th' AEternal God takes humane flesh and blood And all what Man has sin excepting had O Wonder wonderfull indeed it is The greatest Wonderâ—â— e'r told was this His â—nd was to redeem fall'n man but you May see his Life to be exâ—â—plar too O â—ioâ—s lowlinesse See where he stands To be Baptiz'd by Iohn's lesse worthy Hands See how the Chrystal Streams his Limbs do kisse From whence they take a far more purer Blisse And if that any staines they have from thence The sacred touch of his blest flesh doth rince Them clean see how part of those gentle Streams Loath to depart are chang'd to Chrystal Gemms Which from his skin receive their lustre they Melt into Tears when that they glide away You see no glaring Gold no gaudy Lace Upon his back no Pedlars shops embrace His Holy wast one seamlesse Coat supplies To hide his Beauties from prophaner eyes All Ornaments O single Poverty The Wing'd inhabitants of ayr they be Not destitute of Nests the Foxes they Have Dens but he whereon his Head to lay Has not a place Heaven and Earth's great Lord Earth don't the favour of a Home afford Now view his Court they like himself are clad Two coats two scrips two pair of shoos forbad They were poor Fisher men such chose he they Happy forsake the VVorld themselves deny All things The sinners and the Publicans Are oftentimes made his Companions The Supercilious Scribe and Pharisee Scorn him and he his blessed Company Denies to them their Pride and wickednesse Are opposite to 's Worth and lowlinesse See here the mirror of Humility See where he humbly on his knees doth lye And though he Lord be yet â—e thinks it meet For our example to wash clean the Feet Of his Disciples the slaves office thus He takes who is Lord o're the World and us See where he doth his Body break O that You had but eyes to see the blessed meat He gives under those Elements of Bread And Wine His Body and his Bloud is shed Thereby into their Souls though from your eye 'T is hid he gives his blest Humanity They on his Body feed and I must tell You here he wrought a mighty Miracle All those who truly do receive this sood Do feed upon his Body and his Blood Not by a notion really they do A Sacramenâ— indeed yet known to few The mirroâ—r of all Paâ—ience see he that The Angels thought a Happinesse to wait Upon and at whose Call ten Legions would His foes have into thousand pieces pull'd Is bound and fetter'd see what Majesty Reignes in his eyes mixt with Humility See with what meeknesse he doth turn his cheek Whilst it the wicked multitude do strike See how he bears their buffets where they spit Upon his Face â— see how he beareth it Speaks not a word but rather pitties them Who slay their own Souls in their muâ—thering him
Idea's of what ever was Or shall upon this Earthly Globe take place Thus is the World Aeternal and shall be Never dissolved to a nullity For the great God will ne'r annihilate The least thing that he ever did create But yet the substance perish shall but the Forms shall remain unto Aeternity Some in one Principle some in the other VVhen all things shall return to their first mother On the fourth Day after the Third-Dayes even The Sun the Moon and all the Lights of Heaven Created were the first Day 's flitting Light Now fixed was and in the Sun took site The Heav'n impregnates then the female Earth And first her Seas to Fish and Fowl gave birth Assoon as God his mighty FIAT spake Then from the Earth all living Creatures brake Made by the same Hand that the Earth had made And from the Earth's own Mother being had And yet the Earth was their own Mother too They from her Mother in her womb indue Four Elements which when the FIAT was Spake Essence into living Forms did pass And thus the World and all things God had made VVas Good and in 't no evil being had But the bright Throne from whence the Prince of Hâ—ll As I have told you into darkness fell Stood empty still and to supply his place There not one Angel ' counted worthy was Therefore conspire the Holy Trinity To make an Image of the Deity This Man we call to whom a Soul was giv'n The perfect Image of the God of Heav'n He was ordain'd for God did him prefer â—or to possâ—ss the Throne of â—uciser Had he but stood Of Earth this man was made But not of such on which you Mortals tread It is an Earth which may in secret ' bide Under the covering of your fleshly hide 'T is such an Earth that Stone can penetrate 'T is such an Earth as has in Heav'n a seat 'T is such an Earth as Man's blest Saviour Put on when he rose from the Grave in Power As clear as câ—ystal and aâ— thin as ayr As bright as Venus or the Morning Star Fâ—om the same Mother of your Earth it came In which there harmonized doth remain The quintessence of the four Elements In which there are no disagreeing rents Such was the Body of the first made Man Such cloathing his ennobled Soul had on In this the Soul the Image of our God By th' Holy Spirit breathed in abode His Soul as you'rs are was created from Three Principles and from three Worlds did come Of all she did partake and seem'd to be Conjoyn'd Rays or one Beam made out of Three Man being thus created our great King The Lord of all things him to Earth did bring Unto the new-made World and there his God In Aeden bid him to make his abode Then in that place this inner World so gay It s everlasting Beauties did display This place to which thou now art come did there With all its lovely Beauties then appear In this did Adam live this is the place Which ever since was called Paradise God had appointed this Felicity In Aeden only at that time to be Because he knew that Adam there would fall Which made him not to spread it over all The new made World If â—dam had brought forth In innocence then over all the Earth Had this World open'd been and which one day Th'rough all the whole Globe shall it self display Aeden was not the Paradise for there All sorts of Beasts and other Creatures were Sathan had power to enter there but in Bless'd Paradise he nor the Beasts were seen Adam alone did dwell in Paradise In Aedâ—n Aeden held this World of Joys Here Adam dwelt and happy had he stood For neither evil nor the mundaâ—e good Should he have known for whilst he here abode He should have press'd after the Heart of God His mind to the Aeternal World alone Should have and not unto the dark World flown Nor to the earthly Orb He should indeed The Wonders of the Light World have display'd But down a precipice himself he hurl'd After the Soul of the terrestâ—ial Woâ—ld He long'd which was the Tree forbid and when He tasted the material fruit he then Was captiv'd by the Spirit of that Orb And was indued with a fleshly garb And had his Soul not lived in that suit He had been mâ—tamoâ—phiz'd to a Brute Thus Adam fell thus Paradise and all His issue feel the effects of his sad fall Thus Adam lost that Body which he had Bâ—fore he with his fleshly one was clad And so 's Soul was as all the Souls of Men Imprison'd are within a fleshly Den. To gain that Body then Man's work should be Which Adam lost by the forbidden Tree The which must cloth the Soul when she doth flye The Tabernacle of Mortality If not she naked goes to Hell and there Doth some black horrid ater garment wear Thus our King Iesus when he triumph'd had O're Hell and Death his humane Soul he clad With that bâ—igâ—t â—ody th◠〈…〉 Which coâ—ld â—ppear alâ—ho the dooâ—s were fast Among his Lov'd Discâ—ples In this place He 〈◊〉 dayes aâ—ter his rising was Herâ— in thâ—s Oâ—b he stay'd tâ—ll he did move Into the bosom of 〈◊〉 Love Tâ—ll his â—sâ—â—nsion dâ—y till he on high 〈◊〉 into Heav'n's Aeternal Gloâ—y flye Tâ—en 〈◊〉 Humanity he in the Thâ—one That 〈◊〉 diâ— once posâ—â—ss â—at down And there he 〈◊〉 at God's right Hâ—nd and makes Atâ—onâ—ment for his dear Beloveds sakes O blâ—ssâ—d Iesus were it not foâ— thee Not â—ne poor moâ—tal e'r could saved be â—ha◠〈◊〉 lost thou hast regain'd and now The Woâ—ld waits when thou thy great Power wilt shew When 〈◊〉 in Glory wilt come from the skies An◠〈◊〉 â—â—nveâ—â— into a Paradise Dâ—ar 〈◊〉 I declâ—re these thâ—ngs to thee That thoâ— fore 〈◊〉 also fore-â—rm'd might'st be Foâ—t 〈◊〉 thou caâ—'st not here as Adam did 〈◊〉 to moâ—tality yeâ— here forbid Tho◠〈◊〉 to joyn unto the â—oâ—ld's great Sp'right For tâ—oâ—gh thoâ— cann'st noâ— to Eternal Night Faâ—â— back yâ—â— thou that Body may n't indue Whâ—ch otherwâ—se may grâ—nted be tâ— you Yoâ— may not pass into the uppeâ— Sphâ—ar To 〈◊〉 the â—lories and the Wonâ—eâ—s there If tâ—at you should uâ—on the Oâ—b below Offeâ— yoâ—r Will and thirsty mind to throw Till 〈◊〉 shall flesh put off Your mind and will After 〈…〉 press forward still 〈◊〉 foâ— there 〈◊〉 fixâ—tion and â—here In â—lâ—â—y all the 〈◊〉 new Bodies wear 〈…〉 the â—lâ—asure of that â—ove Which 〈◊〉 time thy fleshly cloathâ—s remove Wâ—ll aâ—d tâ—at thoâ— mayst never garments want Unto thy Soul a â—lorious Body grant 〈◊〉 thy mind upon 〈◊〉 set That thou in brightnesse to her Court mayst get She questionâ—ess whilst thou art here will spread Her Bâ—untiâ—s and showr down upon thy Head Her everlasting Graces nought deny'd Shall be by her who is design'd thy Bride But now surveigh thou shalt with thy own eyes The splendid Beauties of our PARADISE PARADYSUS
English speak or else what Good Had his works done us if not understood To Germany they beneficial prove Alone till we enjoy'd them by thy Love Their German-Robes thou took'st fâ—om them that we Their Beauties might in English Gaâ—ments see Thus has thy Love a vast â—â—ch Tâ—easure showen And made what was exotic now our own What thanks Wâ—at praise oâ—e we 〈◊〉 Love so great What cost can recompence your paines and sweat But yet go on don 't Virtues Race decline Finish in spite of Bâ—hman's foes and thine What yet remaines of his choyse works that they By thee tâ—anslated speak our Language may If we reward you not as is your due A better hand shall give a Crown to you Not Palmes nor Laurels but of more renown Of Light Aeternal Christ will give a Crown Pium est agnoscere per quem profecisti THE SYNOPSIS Of the chief things contained in this POEM In the first Part. THe Inxocation The Invitation The Proem The Figure The state of the righteous deplorable if there were no other worlds but this Page 1. 2 The wicked flourish in this world p. 2 Atheists arguments that there is no God nor other worlds p. 2. 3 That there is a God p. 4. 5 6 7 That there are more worlds than this p. 7. 8 The order of the worlds p. 9 Most men ignorant of the other worlds p. 10 The outer form maketh not a man p. 11. 12 Man has lost his King ship over the worlâ—s p. 12. 13 This worlds description p. 13. 14 15 The Wonders of this world innumerable p. 15 Wonders aud secrets to be found out in the bowels of the earth p. 16 In all her vegitables p. 17 In Animals p. 18 In the Element of water and its Inhabitants p. 18. 19 In the Ayr and its Inhabitants p. 20 In the Heavens Starres and Firmament p. 21. 22 23 Man 's wonderfull foâ—m p. 23. 24 Admirable speculations thorowout the whole world p. 24. 25 The world two-fold Sodom and Babylon in one part p. 25. 26 Sion and Jerusalem in the other p. 26. 27 Hell's Kingdom perspicuous in this world with a Prophesie of its downfall p. 27. â—8 Paradise hidden thorowout the world p. 28. 29 30 Paradise may be found in this world p. 30 The sâ—irit or soul of this world created pure p. 30. 31 The power and Magic of this world p. 31. 32 The Oracles and Sybills inspired by this power Spirits that belong to this world p. 32 Astral Spirits p. 32 Spirits belonging to the four Elements Fire Ayr Water Earth p. 32. 33 34 Of subterraneal Spirits Mortal spirits p. 33. 34 The knowlodge of these spirits p. 34 Man above them Magic three sorts p. 35 A Christians prerogative Those skil'd in the Magic of this world subject to danger p. 35. 36 Why the spirits of this world appear not so frequently as formerly p. 36 Sathan's suggestion that there are no spirits p. 37 That there are Pigmies Sylfes and such like spirits p. 37. â—8 God's great mercy that the hosts of evil spirits in this world are not visible p. 37. 38 The numberlâ—sse Legions of spirits which are sent into this world from the Dark and Light internal worlds p. 38 That they are not subject to the outer senses p. 39 Spirits natures siâ— ple p. 39. 40 Spirits have Bâ—â—ies anâ— of what made p. 40 Spirits of all sorts to be seâ—n by the internal eye and subject to the internal sences p. 40. 41 That spirits can appear to the outer eye and be subject to the sences p. 41 That spirits can assume any form p. 41 The difference in the apparitions of good and evil spirits p. 41. 42 How Spirits assume Bodies p. 42. 43 Their command over the Elements p. 42. 43 Histories tectifie the actions of Spirits p. 43. 44 Examples of evil Spirits p. 44 An History out of Niderius p. 44. 45 46 The Acts of good Spirits as frequent as the Bad p. 47 Examples of good Angels p. 47. 48 49 An Hiâ—â—ory of good Angâ—ls â—â—ts p. 4â— â— 49 Why Angels â—pâ—ear not so 〈◊〉 as in ages pas p. 49 50 Why evil Spirits appear not oâ—â—en to the outer eye p. 50. 51 Why evil Spirits subvert not the order of the 〈◊〉 â—or work the uâ—ter subversio of â—ankind p. 51. 52 Man's destruction from himself p. 52 Of Genii good and Bâ—d p. 52. 53 Their diligence about men The apparition of Gâ—nii p. 53. 54 Examples of Guardian Angels Most men lâ—d by gooâ— or evil Daemons The protection of good Angels p. 54 This world the scope of the internal worlds p. 54. 55 Sathan's priviledge in this world The Devils Love to be embodyed p. 55 They tremble at the thought of the world's dissolution p. 55 The Devils Priviledge by Adam's fall p. 55. 56 This world's Creation p. 56 Mans Creation p. 57 Adam's and perfâ—ction p. 57. 58 The Earth's The one temperature before the curse and agreement upon Earth p. 57. 58 The agreement and harmony of the Creatures p. 58 Adam Lord in Paradise p. 58. 59 Adam why created p. 59. 60 Adam's lapse p. 60. 61 62 Adam's sleep p. 62 How Adam should have been in Paradise p. 62 Eve created p. 62. 63 Adam and Eve's state in Paraâ—ise p. 63 Adam and Eve prohibited the Tree of knowledge of Good and Evil p. 64. 65 Sathan's â—unning p. 65 The Serpent's subtilty p. 65. 66 Eve tempted p. 66. 67 68 69 The tempting Apple what it probably was p. 69 Adam's and Eve's farther fall whereby the curse entered into the world p. 69. 70 God's judgement on Adam and Eve pronounc'd p. 71. 72 Christ promised p. 72 Adam and Eve driven out of Paradise p. 72. 73 The curse takes hold on this world p. 73 What the curse is â—ow it lay hid The discordancy and mortality of all things produced by the Curse p. 73. 74 75 The Devil's joy at the worlds misâ—ry p. 76 The opposition of the dark and light worlds The first and second Principles opperation on the third p. 77 Lucifer's boasts p. 78 The Devil 's great Engine to gain soules p. 78. 79 Sathan's malice to mankind p. 79 The seed of God in all Men p. 79 Great Lucifer's charge to the Spirits of the dark world with their Commission to destroy man p. 79. 80 81 His charge to Baalzebub Belial Python Samaliel Asmodeus Meriri Asteroâ—h p. 80 To Abbadon Mammon and other spirits p. 80. 81 Pride Envy Avarice Wrath Despair Iealousie Adultery Lying Lust Luxury Drunkennesse Hypocriâ—ie Swearing Blasphemy Theft Murder sent into the world p. 81. 82 The Stygiaâ— Troops and Deaâ—â— entâ—r the world p. â—2 Maâ—'s 〈◊〉 p. 82 Chriâ—◠〈◊〉 the spirits of the lâ—ght world p. 83 His immense Love p. 83 His Kingâ—om promiâ—ed p. 8â— 84 His charge 〈◊〉 gâ—od Angâ—ls for the protection 〈…〉 p. 84. 85. 86 His charge 〈…〉 Miâ—tatâ—on p. 84 To 〈…〉 Psaâ—kiel Uriel Raphilel â—â—aniel p. 85. 〈◊〉 and others â— 86 Humiluâ— Love
214. 215 An Hymn of Mortification p. 215. 216 The triumph of Death p. 216. 217 The Olive bough of Peace p. 217. 218 The bloody Garment of Christ The souls Resurrection p. 218. 219 Purgaâ—ory p. 219. 220 221 222 223 224 No Imperfection can enter Heaven p. 222. 223 Tâ—e Heathens sâ—lvation p. 224. 225 The Pilgrims passage thorough Hell or the dark Kingdom p. 225. 226 227 228 What the Cherub is that God plac'd at the entrance of Paradise p. 229. 2â—1 The Devil overcome p. 228. 229 The Partition-wall p. 229. 2â—0 231 The Power of Christ extol'd p. 229. 230 Adam's fall the cause of the Partition-wall p. 230. 231 Christ our Saviour's work p. 231 Christ our Saviour only The way to Paradiâ—e is through Hell and how there 's no redemption from Hell p. 231. 232 Christ's descention into Hell p. 232 How it was typified p. 233. 234 The great work of salvation wrought alone by Iesus Christ that dyed at Jerusalem p. 234 The Paradifical world p. 235 The souls resurrection or the new Birth p. 235. 236 The souls study after Regeneration p. 236 The two Principles explain'd p. 236. 237 What Paradise anâ— the second Principle are p. 237. 238 Christ possesses the throne of Lucifer p. 238 How Hell came to be And Lucifers fall The waters above the Firmament p. 238. 239 240. The Aeternity of the world The worlds Creation sucâ—inctly describ'd Adam creatâ—d in Lucifers stead p. 239 The Earth whâ—reof Adam's Body was made p. 240 Adam soul p. 240 Paradise opened in one place of the Earth and why p. 240. 241 What the forbidden tree was p. 241 Of Christs Body after the Resurrection p. 141. 242 Christ gain'd what Adam lost p. 242 The soul prohibited union with the spirit of the outer world p. 242 Paradise p. 243. 244 245 c. The clouds of Paradise p. 243. 244 The Iâ—ea's of all thiâ—gs in this world in their purity in Paradise p. 244 The Flowers and p. 244. 245 246 247 The â—rees of Paradise The Saints Harmony in variety p. 245 The River of Life p. 245 its virtue 246 The fruit of Paradise p. 248. 249 The perfumes of Paradise p. 247 The trâ—â— of Life p. 248. 249 Its virâ—ue The Graces that inhabit Paradise and p. 249 The S ouls â—wrodâ— wiâ—h the Graces p. 250. 251 No◠〈…〉 Paradise p. 251. 252 Aâ— Aâ—gel deâ—crib'd p. 254 Sophiâ— promis'd p. 254 The celebration of the mariage feast p. 256 The inner senses feasted p. 257. 258 259 c. The feast describ'd p. 256. 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 c. The Epithalamium p. 257. 258 259 The Feast of Love p. 261. 262 263 264 Miracles not ceas'd p. 268. 269 The Fruits and p. 269. 270 271 272 273 c. The Gifts of the tree of Life Gifts of T ongues p. 269 Gifts of Reason p. 369. 270 Gifts of Wisdom p. 270. 271 272 Gifts of Healing p. 272. 273 274 Gifts of Prophesie p. 274 Of interpretation of Scripture p. 274 Of Dreams and p. 274 Of Prayer p. 274. 27â— Gifts of Poetry p. 285. 276 277 Gifts of discerning of Spirits p. 277. 278 Gifts of union and Communion with holy Spirits departed p. 278. 279 Of uniou and Communion with holy Angels p. 279. 280 281 Of Miracles p. 281. 282 Gifts of seeing p. 282 Of Hearing p. 282. 283 Of Smelling p. 283 Of T asting p. 283 Of T ouching p. 283 Of divine Magic p. 283. 284 The Abuse of Magic and how the divine Magic comes to be lost p. 284. 285 286 87. 189 290 Why so many lost their labour in search of the S tone p. 290. 291 292 The way to gain â—â—e divine Magic p. 292. 223 What a divine Magitian is p. 293. 294 295 His power and knowledge p. 294. 295 Of those skil'd in 〈◊〉 Magic p. 295. 296 The sacred wine of Love p. 297. 298 The Soul drunk with Lâ—ve p. 298 The Daunce of Love p. 299 The Soul 's râ—pt of Love p. 299. 300 301 302 The Soul's Hymâ— The â—oul the Maâ—tyr of Love p. 302 303 The Baptism of Fiâ—e â—â—d â—he Holy Ghost The glorious humanity of Christ appears in Paradise p. 303. 304 335 The Soul's ravishment in the Armes of Love p. 305. 306 The Conclusion p. 306. 307 In the third Part. ENtrance and Invocation p. 309. 310 Carpers inveigh's against p. 310 Pearls not to be cast before Swine p. 310. 311 That Hâ—av'n may be attain'd on Earth p. 311. 312 Heaven every where both within and without Man p. 312 Heaven not locally beyond the starres only p. 312 Heaven the Câ—ntrâ— of all things p. 313 The Soul sees not without a Body p. 313. 314 The outward Body a prison to the Soul p. 313. 314 The true Body of the Soul p. 314 The true Elements not seen p. 314 Most Visions mentioned in Scripture not seen by the outer Eyes p. 315. 316 A Confession p. 316 Hell and Heaven separated and yet one in another p. 316. 317 A great Happinesse to be the Instrument of Good and converting of Souls p. 317 The Aeternal world p. 317 God not to be known out of Nature p. 318 The Mysterie of the Trinity p. 318 The cause of Heaven and Hell p. 318. 319 And of the torment of Hell and the Ioyes of Heaven p. 318. 319 The Gulf between Heaven and Hell p. 318 How Heaven and Hell are in one another p. 318. 319 The innumerable Wonders of Heaven p. 319. 320 Man the Aepitomy of all worlds p. 320. 321 Christ carries the soul into the Aeternal world p. 321 322 The Gifts of the Graces p. 322. 323. 324 The inexpressable Ioy and ravishment of the Soul p. 324 The entrance into the Eternal World p. 324 Three distinct Mansions or Orbs in the Aeternal World p. 325 The first the still Aeternity p. 325 The farther ascension of the Soul into the Sphear of Angels p. 325. 326 Angels superiority and inferority p. 326 The unexpressable pleasure the Soul receives in this place from the Heart of God p. 326 The Sanctum Sanctorum or fixed Glory p. 327 The Habitation of the Trinity p. 327 The new Jerusalem describ'd p. 327. 328 329 The Soul cloath'd with the new Body p. 330 The Soul's union and Gâ—orificaâ—ion p. 330 God out of Nature unsearchable p. 331 God not to be figured in the Imagination p. 331 Man prohibited to look into the hidden secrets of God p. 331 Conclusion p. 331. 332. The ERRATA in the First Part. PAge 8 verse 19 read 〈◊〉 p 9 v 9 r one VII r once p 13 v. 35 some p 14 v 3 r his p 16 v 29 r Orpine p 19 v 13 〈◊〉 v 19 r mâ—nv p 25 â— 4 r or Ameriâ—â— v 37 â— Sathans p 2â— v 20 r justling v 38 r ore p 31 in the Margert r p 09 v 1â— r â—â—â—us v 30 r soul v 33 â— so p 32 v 30 r fill p 33 v 18 r Asphaltes v 19 r such p 3â—
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
matter simply too Do bodies tho spiritual indue Unto our inner sences they thereby Tho not t' our outer sences subject ly They therefore who acquainted are with the Internal Worlds and their grand mysterie Whose sences are unlockâ—d by that hand Which doth all sences and all Worldâ—s command Can Spirits see and with Lincean eyes Behold their Bodies features shapes and guise Can also touch them and their Bodies feel Can also tast them and their scents can smell The Sulph'ry stinks which from dark Spirits rise The sweet perfumes from those of Paradise Can also hear the Angels sacred Songs The dark Worlds Cursings belch'd from fiery Tongues These are Arcana's which I 'l not rehearse Cause scoffers breathes shall not betaint my Verse Whos 's these things see see with enlightned eyes A word 's enough unto the truly-Wise But go unbelieving Thomas's who sware You will believe not that there Spirits are Except them with your outer eye you see Except they subject to your sences be Who scoff at the internal sences and Deride as whimsies what you understand Not Spirits can such Sadduces to fear In outer Bodies and groffe shapes appear So that your Ear your Nose your Hand your Eye May them both plainly hear smell feel and spy No formes there be within great Tellus womb But Spirits freely may and can assume And Spirits never come in shapes that fright The Evil cann't assume the shapes of Light Some starry Halos still attends the Good Some dark unbrattic shade the Stygian brood Good Sp'rits still in humane shapes appear In star-like Lights or brightnesses more clear Than tho third Orb 's fair and resplendant Queen Seldom in any other bodies seen The dark Orb 's Spirits take an Humane garb Or any other shape within this Orb There is no creature 'mong the numerous swarm But they into its likenesse can transform Themselves and all such shapes assume and use The which the Earth doth any way produce However most times they assume the feature Or of some raâ—'nous or some ugly creature But let good Spirits how they please appear Or in what'ever form or figure here Be manifest a magic still attends That doth distinguish them from Hellish Fiends They bring good news are messengers of joy They clear from fear from sadnesse and annoy The Seers hearts by their sweet presence and Do make them what they are soon understand But those dark Fiends of the Tantâ—â—ean Den How e'r disguis'd strike horror into Men By some hid Magic 's secret influence At the first sight 't is easie then from whence They come to know for tho a sudden fear The good may cause when they to men appear Who'r unacquainted with them recompence That fear they do with a sweet influence Which from their presence flows immediatly Which them doth ravish with its suavity Ask not what Taylor fits their fine array Or makes those cloathes or gowns so fit which they Appear in oft or of what stuff they 'r made Who dons their garments How they are array'd They are self-Taylors and self-helpers too And in a moment can all shapes indue Have they a mind for to be seen they call The Elements who subject to their thrall Do lye unto their help and then of these They form what Bodys for themselves they please But so compos'd that in a moment they Can them dissolve and soon disperse away Th'apt-toâ— be-formed aire doth matter yield Fit for all shapes for oft I have beheld The hanging clouds sometimes a Horse to frame Then to a Lion or a Dog the same Convert and so vicessively to make A thousand Forms a thousand shapes to take So most times Spirits when here seen â—do shroud Themselves within some grosse and airy cloud Which they transform can to what shapes they please And then disperse them into ayr with ease For aire condensed will admit we know Colour and Form witnesse the clouds and Bow Both Good and Bad the Elements can take And of them for themselves fit bodies make The nimble Fire the moistful Water and The Earth do subject lye to their command Dead bodies they can doubtlesse enter that Can them possesse when in a living state And e'r they 'r rotten agitate them so That they about as if alive may go Mouth Arms Legs Tallons and such members they Their force and powers better to display Assume of a grosse substance with their Hands At once they fell a thousand armed Bands With their sharp tallons pierce the flesh and beat To dust the top of Taurus with their Feet With Swords and such like instruments they slay Beat strike and wound and fiercely chase away Mortals sometimes But doubtlesse they may these Things do w'thout Armes or members if they please But whensoever Spirits Bodies here Assume and to our outer Eye appear They put on such as may convenient be And with their inner Bodies best agree For look what shapes their inner Bodies have Such shapes if visibly appear they crave I cannot better represent it than Thus Let a waxen Picture of a Man Be made compleat exactly like and fit And Hollow let the Man then into it Be put the Picture 's like the Man but he In it inclosed close you cannot see So Spirits when they ' ppear unto our eye Their bodies cloath with visibility So that the outer forms the assimulate In all things answer their internal state But that those shapes our outer eyes may see These seen may only by our inner be But how should I this Volumn swell if that I mention should what Histories relate Concerning those stupendious acts which made Men wonder much of spirits good and bad The title of which would swell too high for me And ask more sheâ—ts than in this book shall be So that I wonder much that men should grow S' incredulous think there 's no Spirit though Plenty of actions their beliefs might gain As not to judge the Melancholick brain Or phantasie to be the Father that Did Acts of Spirits Good and bad create So palpable they are that who denies Them may as well Histories Verities Question in all things else Perversity Sticks not to give the Sun it self the Lye What were those spirits that Eubatis house In Corinth haunted What was that did use For to disturb Pausanias his rest Or that who Nero did so much molest Or that which Otto terrifi'd Or those That us'd to sport about the shady brows Of the sad grave of curs'd Coligula What was that ayr and pestilential Ray Which from Apollo's Fane at Babylon Flew th'row the Earth which was no sooner gon From whence it seems it had been lockâ—â— up But all the World drank Plague's infernal Cup And what were those so oft appear'd unto Lancastrian and Warbosian witches too What spirit Iob tormented What was he Caus'd Sarah Raguels Daughters misery Forcing her Grooms by Hymen crown'd at noon To passe the Ferry-boat of Charon soon I should want time to write and
For usual scouts to scare black shades and Nights Hobgoblins Lemures Ast'ral spirits to talk About the fiâ—lds some in Church yards to walk Ghosts Fairies Night-mares dark tâ—â—icula's Affrighting Spectres haunting Empâ—saâ—â— Cadds airy Dâ—mons strange Phaâ—tâ—sms and Legions of other sp'rits to fill the band Press closer numerous swarm your ranks disclose Let yoâ— ' brave Princes nigher draw repose My chiefest strength in them I do for us With man their fight will still be cominus I know they 'r active you great Daemons show Them where to fight let them alone to do Do you dispose them let the aiâ—y Prince Cast mans natâ—vity then learn from thence His inclinations then may you choose Which of these Princes you had best to use Which will most fitting be where one cann't come Another may and have a spacious room Brave Pride who art so like to us you shall Be constitute Lieutenant General Next under thee let Envy march to thee Grand Avarice the third allotted be Then furious Wrath Dispaire and Ielousie March with your bands and let Idâ—latry Go next Adâ—li'â—y Lyâ—â—g 〈◊〉 Lust Luxury 〈◊〉 march you next to these 〈◊〉 your â—wy-sac'd bands in order Seâ— them march after Perjury and Murther 〈◊〉 and Blaâ—phemy your charge is thus By any means to gain Man's Soul to us Take all advantages and bravely fight Against our Foes the Troops of Love and Light I need to say no more nor need I fear But I shall overcome all Men when here I see such mighty powers who can withstand Your mighty â—orces and Hel's powerful Band Go and the World poâ—â—â—â—â—e I doubt not now But Man to us and Love's Prince too shall bow The Sâ—ygian Princes bow their snaky heads And Joy their Captain in their Faces reads â—o they 〈◊〉 and from 〈◊〉 sulph'ry throats Belch oâ—t ten thousand loud confused notes Then from their Centâ—e thousand Myriads go Of teter Sâ—ygian Bands where here below The Earth thâ— ayr and the vast hollownesse Betwixt the Ceruâ—le â—ky and Earth possesse They do And all coâ—bin'd are to annoy Man and his Soul immortal to destroy Black 〈◊〉 triumphing with a sable Bow 〈◊〉 Earth with armes displayed marcheth too Where murthering Hag her skilful hand to try With satâ—l Darts made Abel's life to â—â—ye The 〈◊〉 that ever yielded mortal breath Tâ—â— first that ever felt the Dart of Death And thus this World her misery indu'd Which guilty Adam's crime and Sin pursu'd Can Man escape such powers as these can he In tasety sleepâ— or one poor minute be Secure what can defend him from these armes Or who repel mâ—y Sathan's threat'ned harmes Spirits encounter Spirits must The Light â—orlâ— that aloâ—â— must match the dark Worlds might The Prince of Love of Light of Peace of Truth Beholds poor Man and his sad state with Ruth And tho Man's guilt brought down this sad distresse He Love immense doth still to him expresse And lest that mighty Wrath his Soul devour He will protect him with his mighty Power Heav'n's brighter Bands he therefore Convocates And thus his Royal Will to them relates Blest Princes of this lighter World and ye Vast Troops indu'd with immortality Know Man for whom a Paradise we made By his own folly is to Wrath betray'd He hath deserted us this happy Realm Hath lost now misery doth overwhelm Him and our Image in obscurity Doth buried by the World 's grosse Spirit lye Wrath's Principle hath poysoned the Earth Spoyl'd Paradise with his infectious Breath He now triumphs But what lose we 't is Man That suffers most for his own folly then Shall we desert him leave him to his Foe Strict Iustice might but Love cannot do soâ— Can fier cool or can cold Water burn No more can I from this my nature turn Nor his neglect nor his strange follies move May me to Wrath. O no! I still am Love My nature cannot change I pity have I must I will endeavour Man to save So long as he my Image doth retain Although obscur'd â—le seek him to regain To me and that immortal spark divine Shall like the Sun in its fair splendor shine Can I the Principle of Wrath dethrone Out of his heart and th'out Worlds he 's my own Wrath's Principle although he triumphs now One day again shall to our Powers bow The Earth a Paradise shall be and then All things shall turn to Harmony agen My Foe shall then be captivate Man shall Most happy live upon the outward Ball. Six dayes first past must be that principle Thousands of souls shall to its centre pull I' th' intrim I mans nature too must take My self and dy that I wraths power may breakâ— This I 'le effect such love to man I bear We are as strong as wrath we need not fear His fires our waters shall put ouâ— our Dove Shall fight his Dragon Nought's so strong as Love Noâ— Death nor Hell can conquer it The wrath Already sent hath his black Legions forth Into the Earth Poor man 's in danger hast Unto his succour Let your Troops be plaâ—'t â—ust opposite unto those teter bands Which Hells 〈◊〉 commands Arch-Prince of Angels MICHAEL of all Heavens brighter Legions be thou General Conduct our forces to Earths Orb and there Oppose the Dragoâ— bid man not to fear His â—â—ygian crue Do thou match Satan and To his dark troops oppose thy brighter band Maintain thou Love and Iustice 'gainst his might Do thou with equal force and valour fight â—ll heaven's Host attend thee shall and let Some powerful Angel o're the stars be set To let their male-conjunctions and thence For to direct their better influence Unto the Earth to cause the seasons due Unto the Earth her pleasures to renue And thou Mittatron thy strong Legions place In rank and order 'gainst Baalzebubs face Do you unite whilest he doth discord move Conjoyn thou all in amity and love Whilst that he causes Battails Plagues and Dearth Thou peace and health and fructiâ—ie the earth Next Caphtiel 'gainst Belial thy foe With Myriads of brighter Angels go Illuminate man's minde and make him see For his distraction Belial's policie His stranger fancies cause to vanish quite And of my goodnesse let him have a sight Go Iophiel and hinder Python's force Obstruct his vile infatuating source Exhibit truth to Man open his eyes That he may clearly see grosse Python's lies Ten thousand Legions take thou Ptsadkiel And bravely meet the firy Asmodel Be thou as well as he concomitant With Princes keep them that they may not vaunt Of their high state Let Pride and Cruelty Be banish'd from them let humâ—lity Supply their place whilst that he raiseth jars Cause Amity oppose thy Peace to Wars Bright Prince Uriel flags of light display And 'gainst Meriri with thine march away Stop thou his full carrer and se that you With wisdome and true happinesse endue Man give him eyes to see perfection If that with us he will have union Coelestial Rapâ—iel
Plenty of Goods and great possessions Here dangles Pleasures here Morality Good Carriage Parts and civil honesty Degrees of State whence Kings and Lords arise Earles Barrons Knights Gentry Nobilities Here Power and Authority and here This Bow innate Concupiscence doth bear On th' other side all manual Arts and Trades In clusters hang among the greener shades Here you may find both Grammer Rhetoric With Logic opticks and Aâ—tlâ—etic Musick Physicks Metaphysicks too With Geometry hang dangling in your view Astronomy and Geography there Astrâ—logie and Surgery appear Here nat'ral Magic and Theology Accompan'ed with antique Poetry Here Chimistry Ethicks oeconomicks Phisosophy all sorts and Politicks With many more do grow This is the food Which Man's Soul eats and finds it very good If that you well revolve these in your mind Nor Good nor Bad them in themselves you 'l find Yet may toâ—poyson be converted or Made wholsome nourishment convenient for Man's soaring Soul Here the two opposite Worlds forces often meet and strongly fight Both would his Cooks be both desire to carve Both willingly would at his Table serve That they their Tinctures might infuse for meats Do operate much in his Soul that eates For Beauty which a pleasant harmony Of Blood and humours is just symmetry Of all the parts no evil is nor is 't A sin to have it or a sin to mist't Yet Sathan this to poyson may convert If thorow it he should elate the heart Make those that it possesse make 't nothing worth By spending precious Time to set it forth Sathan endeavours thorow it to cause Pride and to make them greedy of applause To dresse it forth with highest vanities To make adorers with their wanton eyes Then Lust creeps in with other sins and thus Beauty though good is evil made to us Loves Forces strive if thou hast Beauty to Make it most wholsom and good food for you He 'd make thee Chast and strive his Grace to set As Jewels in so fair a Cabinet Vertue shines brightest in a beauteous frame That graceth Beauty Beauty to the same Adds splendor Oft the Beauty of the Soul Is disregarded in a Face that 's foul Therefore if thou art beautiful thou art More fit to serve God with a purer heart For is't not fit that he who Beauty gave Before all others should thy Beauty have Thus pleadeth Love who 'd make it good and thus It may be made both Good and ill to us To ill the Devil would convert thy Wit And understanding by employing it In vanities or some ill Arts or by Converting it to guile or subtilty Loves power would draw it unto goodnesse and His sacred Mysteries to understand Cause by converting it to Wisdom so Wit may our Friend be or may be our Foe All Arts and Sciences may be abus'd Made Good if rightly Bad if wrongly us'd So nat'ral knowledge us indammage may But do great good if it we well employ So whilst that we inspect Astrology Or the starres motions by Astronomy View we may there Gods Wonders contemplate Which may to Earth our eager Love abate Whilst we in Natural Magic look and see The various Wonders that there hidden be We may with greater ardour praise his Name Who out of nothing thus all things did frame Thus it redound may to God's glory But It by temptation we do solely put Our mindes therein or greater things neglect For them or to the stars an indirect Power ascribe or natural Magic passe To necromancy or Hells arts alas How are we lost thus recreatâ—ons May help the mind or prove temptations To greater ills Thus Logick may be bent For to maintain Errors by Argument And Syllogisms when the Truth it shou'd Alone maintain Thus bad it proves Thus good So Rhetoric with all its figures may A false cause to Truth 's prejudice display What may do greater good than may the Tongue And yet what is there that doth greater wrong So Eloquence which should to heaven invite By Satans means doth unto Hell excite How good a fruit's divine Theology Yet it by Satan may corrupted be How many Errors Schisms Heresies Strange Fancies Whimsies horrid Blasphemies Hath sprung from those who thus have study'd by Our Adversarie's subtle ingeny Caus'd Musick Satan doth impoyson too And makes more hurt than good by it accrue To most for those whose minds he doth possesle It stirs to Lust provokes to wantonness Allures to riot and to vanityâ— Thus is't the fruit made of the evil Tree When that it should so minds to Heav'n erect Do find it unto happiness direct Our fleeting thoughts and by those warbling measures Ravish our souls from earth to Heavens pleasures Make us to enter contemplation Of those sweet voices which before the Throne Sing evermore with Halalujahs raise Our duller spirits and make us sing with praise Heav'n's mercies to us and above the poles Divinely carry our harmonious souls Where in a kind of extasie a bliss Not to be spoke they find Thus good it is And now my heart glows with a sacred fire Just is my zeal nor sinful is my ire Gainst those vitiators who in these our times Make Poesie hateful by their wanton rithmes Who feel no sacred glowing heats who prize No flames but what come from their Mistress ' eyes Leave off you looser rithmers cease your pains For shame and trouble shall be all your gains Abuse no longer what in times of old God hath himself made use of to unfold His sacred Mysteries nor let it be Made by you thus fruit of the evil Tree Luxurious wits who feed on Poetry Are thus by subtle Satan drawn awry Whilst they the creame of wit do spend to grace With Eulogies some disproportion'd face Let these low lines you witty ones excite Your ready quills on some such theame to write Then shall mine cede to yours not while you erre And mortal beauties do to heav'n preferre The end of Poesy is the praise of God Us'd to that end it is exceeding good The food of man's soul thus describ'd you see The fruits are of the the good and evil Tree Which may be made or good or bad or so Bring Man to blisse or everlasting woe Therefore take heed to Satans subtle traine That by these fruits thy soul he may not gain For here he shews his cunning and his skill To make thee only feed upon the ill Heav'n's forces strive and if thou wilt obey This Tree shall be the Tree of good and joy And since we must upon it feed we shou'd Eschew the Evil and accept the Good The subtle Serpent our sworn foe with his Vast Troops do use to keep us from our bliss A thousand wayes a thousand stratagems And tricks he haâ—â— he round about behemms Our yielding 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 about he sets To catch us â—â—st his strong and wide spread nets Hel's Troops like Ants do never idle stand But movâ— about Earth's mighty Moles and All wayes to gain the Soâ—l of Man to
tâ—y Which got they straight send to Hel's Treasury Sometimes he this makes use of sometimes that This serves for this that for another Plot. Sometimes the Starres and their â—ad inâ—luence As instruâ—ents he uses and from whence He oft assaults poor Man MARS stirs to wrath And blood Sâ—â—Tâ—R to Avaâ—ice and sloth MERC'RIE to Theft Ambition IUPITER VENUS to Lust and the cold MOON to err His wayes innumerable are and mount Unto infinity the starres you count May first or sands that on the shore do lye He 'l suit all Humours By their humours try To work for his advantage To excesse Of feeding this man that to drunkennesse He doth provoke Leads this to Pride to Lust Another this to doing things unjust To lying Theft Adâ—ltery Perjury And to all manner of iniquity But meets he with a studious Man or one Who hath got conquest o're his passion Unto grosse sins he doth not tempt them he Their strength doth know therefore with policy His shape he changes and with subtle guile Corrupts their knowledge and with errours vile Their Brains doth fill if in Theology Their study be their errours are more high A prying mind finds he in men of Parts He subtlely draws them to his blacker Arts Where with most strange delusions them delude And thus himself in every one intrude He will and suting to their inclination With cunning Art unseen work their destruction But sees 〈◊〉 some who in earnest be To leavâ— the World who would their Spirits free From his sad bondage bid this Earth adiew And woâ—ld with Heav'n a stricter league renew Uprightly walk and very closely presse To find that Gate that leads to happinesse Out of this Earth thus cunningly be deals So soon as he their working pulses feels A mighty Circle 'fore the gate he draws The which scarce touched is with Heaven's Rayes Those then who presâ—e toward this Gate anon Fall into this Fantastic Region For so it is they in a Circle run Blinded and groping wanting heat and Sun A little Light as at a crevice flows Into the place the which these umbra's shows Unto their hood-winck'd eyes Formes Government Words Literal sence Disputes and Cavilment Concerning Ceremâ—â—ies Iudging and Self-gathering in a more righteous Band. With these they sport themselves who like that fire That in the Night leads people th'row the mire And 'bout the Field do cause these blind ones stray In oblique pathes and hinder from the way They should have ta'n In this same Region All Sâ—cts as in a misty Circle run Here gropes the Presbyter whose rigid sp'rit Is took for zeal beclouded too with night In this dark Region's th' independant who Hath a more pleasing sp'rit and better hue The Dippers here do wash their scaly eyes And round about the bolder Ranter flies Here the severer 〈◊〉 and here Fist 〈◊〉 Eâ—thusiasts appear With other Sâ—cts and Fâ—â—â—aticks and all Who pressing forward stay or catch a â—all For such whose love to heaven caus'd them press Towards that gate that leads to happiness Once enter'd here it is more hard to finde Then 't was before they entered this blinde Phantastic place passe this forme that try there Another â—ound them all yet where you were At first you are nor are more neer the gate In this same sect now then you were in that Help't by soâ—e Angel or some brighter ray Of all these Sâ—cts some may invene the way Out of this Region and may finde the gate Which all that Heaven find must enter at All it endeavour can we justly blame Them when they grope about to find the same Alas though some do almost touch it yet Through blindnesse they can have no power to see 't The way 's not Sects nor formes of pleasing sence But Truth and Life to Christ obedience Tho Satan tempteth all men unto sin And doth desire they should inhabite in His harsh-dark principle and rather then He 'd any loose a thousand wayes for men He trys as by this worlds law pleasures yet He 'd rather man should like a Prince be set Then like a slave in his great Kingdom there Both high and low degrees of places are They nearer to or farther from his Throne Are set as they with him have union Those whom this worlds low pleasures catch or those Who by Lust Lying Wrath or Envy goes To this dark world are kind of underlings And are like Subjects to Hells greater Kings But those who to greater perfection Arrive and who have stricter union With Hell and those who knew his Mâ—gic's might Advanâ—'d are and their states are higher pight These do become Pâ—inces in Wrath and these He loveth most for they his nature please Are one with him these do his Wonders show And make his mighty power known below These are his Agents Saints beloved ones Are more than servants these become his Sona Heav'n thirsts not more to have one perfect here To make his Glory and his might appear Than Hell who as thâ— Elder Brother show His Magic first shall on this Earth below Therefore it first I will describe and tell The Power Nature Might and Pomp of Hell Mundus tenebrosâ—s vel tartareus SUppose the mighty Prince of darknesse wou'd Himself incarnate vail with with fleshly Hood His Stygian Face to shew the power and might Of the vast Kingdom of Aeternal Night Upon this Earth He finds a man propense From genial starres to ill a mind immense After abstruser prying piercing Wit Grave look and studious such a Man is fit For this his high design First then he strait Causes his Princes on his elbow wait With all Hel's agents who in clusters presse T' imbue his Soul with deep dy'd wickednesse By their infernal Magic they convert The mortal Tree's fruit to the Evil part He feeds on ill the which his Soul doth stain His freer will unto themselves they gain And by degrees his sences please that he Desireth they should his Companions be They promise then if he 'l obedient Be with what power and Regiment They will indue him His high mind doth come And Hel's disciple doth at last become Some Angel then Hel's mighty Prince assignes To wait on him he good converse declines The Daemons laugh to see him captivate And scoâ—f the Angels of the other state Seeing that he obedient is they now Cause him unto Hel's Image for to bow And as the â—â—â—nce of Heav'n commandeth his A way to gain the same to shun Heav'ns blisse Hel's Prince commands He from the World abstract Must be lest that his deeper thoughts detract From that high work he doth intend him for He fastings vigâ—â—s doth command him nor Lesse prayers than the other World requires Washings and Ceremoies he desires And also that he should be Celebate Thus like an Ape he God doth imitate In all his biddings th' better to beguile Man with his high deceits and cunning vile He spares him in grosse sins it may
and pain A Language or some Rhetorick to gain The juice of this fine fruit did Herod lick When he a God was styl'd for 's Rhetorick And that round apple which hangs dangling there Will make you be a cunning Sophister You apple which is so variegate Will make you cunning in mechanicks strait This Apple here which hangs so fair to view With Mathematick cunning will imbue See what Cylindres and Rhamboides What Quadrats Dâ—agâ—amms Isoce'les With other lines and â—gures printed in Black red and yellow streakes upon the skin These shew its Nature But yon with a Star So fairly mark'd makes an Astrologer Should'st thou eat this which hangeth over us More cunning then was Aeculapius thou 'ldst be and skilfull too in Chirons art If that which hangeth on that bow a th'wart But yon fair fruit which takes up so much room Will make you know before what is to come Of this did Baalam often fâ—ed when he Did by our divination Prâ—pheâ—â—e In former time this Apple was in use Much when Delphean Priests did suck the juice And on the next they fed when they in verse Their Oracles â—id uâ—ually reherse But you five Apples which I shew you now And which do triumph on the upper bough Shall be thy food See here I 'le reach them down Make much of them for now they are thine own Well may'st thou prize them Heav'n nor Earth such fruit Can give which may so well thy nature suit These with thee take and feed upon below But first to thee I will their vertues show This purple colour'd one more cold than Ice Or Riphae an snow extinguish in a trice Will that Scintilla Love hath plac'd in thee Then shalt thou wholly from his chaines be free Flouds of temptations nor whole streams of sin Nor pleasures which the World may draw you in Are strong enough to dout that little spark Which closely gloweth in thy hollow ark Well may they cloak it that it may not flame But 't is this fruit that must put out the same This next although more black than pitch it be Will firmly glew together Hell and thee A thousand chaines shall sooner break than this Resolve thee of so strong a nature ' t is With all Hel's Peers and our great Prince you wil By it hold highest Correspondence still By this third snaky-colour'd one below Thou shalt most strange-amazing Wonders do Th' Eternal flames which wend above the sky Unto the Earth thou may'st call by and by The Hyperborean sconce thou mayst command To aestuate the Sea to Mountains and Mayst at thy bidding Taurus rend in twain Or Atlas fling into the Western main This reddish one bespotted thus with jet The lock'd gates of thy sences ope will set Your quicker eyes although on Earth you stand Shall pierce the Centre of our darker Land Then shall you see us when you please and know How that your Prince and we your Brothers do Our shriller voyces shall assault your ear Your nose shall smell the sulphur of our Sphear And our hot breaths feel blowing in your face Our Kingdom 's dainties tast in every place Banquet and deeply drink with us so you May be on Earth and in our Kingdom too By this last teter one all evil Sprites That b'longs to Hell to please you with delights You when you please may call nay if you will Ten thousand Legions shall attend you still All that belongs toth ' Necromancy Art And Conjuration 't will to you impart That at your beck from hence you may adjure The blackest Fiend to be your servitour Iannes and Iambres Simon and Faustus eat Tho not to fill them of this pretious meat See now what power thou' rt indued with By these rare fruits pluck'd from the Tree of Death The gold of In'd nor Peru not the Seas Rich Treasure purchase may such Fruits as these The fabuliz'd Hesperian fruit of old Were durt to these although they were of Gold Come now thou great Magitian thou shalt go Unto the Body which remains below Our Pomp and Power thou hast seen and I To you our Kingdom 's nature did descry You need no conduct hither now for when You please you my come visit us agen This said he strait his body reassumes And thus Hel's great Magitian becomes My Muse returned from the darker Sphear Her garments rank of Sulphur smell I fear Which may offend with those strange sights which late She saw affrighted now shel'd titubate Should she proceed Like one which newly come From long restraint in some dark Dungion Cannot indure the splendid Light nor dares Sol's beams behold so with my Muse it fares Who newly flown out of the house of Night Dares not as yet describe the Orb of Light Till that in Iordan she hath bath'd her eyes And Virgin Limbs that she may brighter rise New modulizing of his Harp again To sing Heaven's Blisses in a higher strain The end of the first Part. THE EXPLANATION OF AN Hieroglyphical Figure SHEWING THâ— MYSTERIES OF THE External Internal Eternal WORLDS The second Part. LOng mayst thou Phoebus pull my tender 〈◊〉 E'r I will my exalted notes for â—ear My Muse belongs not to thy miteâ—'d Hill Nor to thy teachings dos she owe her skill She from the double-top't 〈…〉 Unto the flow'r-spread Hills of Paradise And there inspired by the Angels notes Her self and Musick to their King devotes Who with the verdant Wreath of Love not Bayes Crowns the choice accents of her tender layes Great Prince of LOVE dain but to touch my tonguâ— With some small coal from off thy Altar flung Inspire my Soul ah let my words bespeak Thy Glory th'row them Hearts assunder break Glaâ—'d o're with steel Here highest Complement 'T is to become thy happy instrument O so intrance me that in Raptures I May sing the glory of thy Majesty The misty horrors of Eternal Night I 'ave shewn the far surpassing joyes of Light Let 's visit now a sight of much more worth May then my teeming Muse with ease bring forth An happy issue May my Numbers show The way to Heaven from this Earth below How deare's Man's Soul unto the Prince of Light Who all doth to his blessed Home invite Where all the pleasures and blest joyes of Hea'vn To crowned Saints by his own hand are given Who would not Heav'n acquire if 't only were T' avoid the terrors of the darker Spheat Where howling Devils spitting fire and flame In Wrath and fury 'gainst bright Heaâ—'n blaspheâ—e Where nought but Sulphur Fire and brimstone hurld About gives light unto that impious World Where pains Eternal in dark cares below With ugly Devils thou must undergo But what allurements hath blest Heav'n to give To Souls that Chastly and divinely Live What Joys what pleasures what true happinesse Do those blest Souls in Paradise possesse One single grain whereof more value holds Than all the pleasures that this World enfolds Ah! these are mix'd with sorrows those have none
Those are Aeternal these are quickly gon When that Earth's vainer Pleasures I behold To Heav'n's they seem like dung to mounts of Gold Or like a pibble to rich Diadems Beset with Diamonds and more costly gemâ—â— Ah let me woo you from this Sphear to move Unto that glorious Orb of Light and Love What tho the way be thither somewhat strait The end ten thousand times will Compenâ—atâ— All Labour 'T is unwilling minds alone Find so much trouble others they find none Thine Eyes turn to the Hieroglyphic see On the right hand the Orb of Majesty Of Light of Love this Paradise is call'd Which is with flameing Sword 's of Cherubs wall'd Which none can enter but those flames must passe Which cleanse the soul This manifested was Once in the Earth and here another Day Its Royal Beauties shall again display It has a being and the Heav'nly wise Vpon his Earth yet fire in Paradise Where they like Angels tho in flesh they move Enjoy the pleasures of Eternal Love Here is the second Principle here is The Orb of Light of Love of Heav'nly blisse Here is the Sun to New Ierusalem Which is the Light of it the brighter gemm Whereof it is compos'd this is the Day Which th'row the Eternal Mansions display Doth its Caelestial Light Heav'n's King he is As are the Saints and Angels cloath'd with this Long'st thou to dwell in this Caelestial place The way I 'le shew help'd by the Spirit of Grace Which if thou follow'st certainly arrive Thou wilt where Christ as King doth Reign and Live That we may shew more plain untâ— your eyes This milky way that leads to Paradise We will suppose as in the darker Sphear We did so now we will exhibit here One as a Pattern by whose foot-steps yâ— May view the way unto Aâ—ternity An Angel's task it is an Angel shall Conduct him therefore to the highest 〈◊〉 And to that highest Pitch tho reach'd by few That on this Earth may be attained to One then who doth in Truth desire to leave This mortal World and to th' immortal cleave Desireth Heav'n unfaignedly but yet Knows not which way his seeking face to â—et Like one who lost upon a wild Heath â—ees A hundred wayes and yet among all these He knows not which to chuse nor whether they May bring him home or cause him farther stray Now this he treads but by and by retreads The same again when that he sees it â—eads Him false now this he tries now that but when He sees them false retreads them back agen Thus labours still in vain but his desire To home doth not although his 〈◊〉 do tire Night now approaches now no 〈◊〉 he spieâ— Quite lost he grieveth 〈◊〉 down and â—ries So 't fares with him he â—ain his Soul conveiâ—h Would unto Heav'n but cannot find the way Benighted he 's with sins and errors 〈◊〉 So that no way appeareth in his view To lead him home all Sects h' has tryd his eâ—e More blinded is by â—heir formality Thus lost he is yet will not he give over Seeking desire 〈◊〉 it self discover His heart and 〈◊〉 still running 〈◊〉 His mind to Heav'n he thus 〈…〉 O glorious Prince of Light in whom there is Aeternal Comfort and 〈…〉 By whom alone all World's consist my cryes Lord hear acâ—ept my Heart 's 〈…〉 Hast thou not promisâ—◠〈…〉 I truly seek thee Lord although I 'm blind Out of the mid'st of hâ—rrid darknesse I To thee eternal Light it self do cry Lord I desire t' apprâ—ath the Throne of Grace To view the brightnesse of thy glorious facâ— All wayes 〈◊〉 but all wayes me deceive And short of what I do desire me leave Dark clouds 〈…〉 Earth weight 〈◊〉 down so that I cannot 〈◊〉 But in this black obscurity I gropâ— Having still with me my Companion Hope Lord from thy splendor send one 〈…〉 Which from this 〈…〉 Unto the Orb of Light My 〈◊〉 hear Send one to guide me to this happy Sphear What ever thou requirest 〈◊〉 obey I come O Lord did I but know the way A Heavenly 〈◊〉 strait comes 〈…〉 Joy in his eyes Love in his looks 〈◊〉 seen His sudden coming 〈◊〉 him his â—ight Soon fear expels and bring extreme delight About his Head a 〈◊〉 Glory flyes Enough to dazzle more than 〈…〉 His own fair Orbs like 〈…〉 Under two fair 〈…〉 Pierch'd doth in 〈…〉 A thousand arrows into 〈◊〉 Hearts Which tip'd with sacred 〈…〉 Of Love to Heav'n and Hate to Earth beget His yellow locks like 〈…〉 Upon his 〈…〉 From whence each 〈…〉 Than all the Odor that â—sapnâ— Upon his lovely Front the 〈…〉 Who admoration in all 〈…〉 The new-fall'n Snow 〈…〉 As his soft flesh 〈…〉 Compare with 〈…〉 His whiter Hand 〈…〉 Two downy Wings upon his 〈…〉 And which more colours than the 〈…〉 His Body was 〈…〉 Which as he went the 〈…〉 With hasty steps 〈…〉 The Ruby 〈…〉 Unlock'd from whence these sweet words issued O man Thy wing'd 〈◊〉 have sped Before the Throne of Grace Heav'n's Majesty Hath sent me to thee on his Embasie Heav'n's King hath made thee a free Denisoâ— Of the Caelestial Ierusalem Where all wear Crowne Therefore prepare to go And I the way that thither leads will show Narrow and strait at first appear it will And flesh will such asperities take ill It will both tedious and unpleasing seem To flesh but yet a Will resolv'd will deem It nothing for the way to Heav'n is After some time both full of Joy and Blisse Such happinesse deserves some pains yet set Great price on what you do with danger yet This Earth alone doth make the way seem hard Therefore resolve this first to disregard If thou resolv'd art come procrastinate Not now thy Time next day may be too late The then resolv'd cries out I 'le not defer The Time I 'm ready sacred Messenger Under the Covert of his downy Wing He takes him up and th'row the ayr doth fling Unto a Valley which high Rocks surround Here he discharges him upon the ground A pleasant Tempe did it seem to be Here grew the Olive and the Cedar Tree The shady Beach under whose Canopy Banks cushen'd with the verdant grasse did lie Adorn'd with flowers and sweeter herbs he thoughâ— The first flight him to Paradise had brought But thus the Angel cries You now are in The natural condition of sin This place the World doth represent and these Fine things you see its Fonder vanities From hence a way you must find out which found Proceed be sure and do not lose your ground Nor make a stay I at your greatest need Unseen will help you now I hence must speed This sai'd fanning the gentle ayr his flight He takes and quickly passeth out of sight The left alone a while the place doth view But by and by upon a Bank he threw Himself supinely in the grasse doth creep And e'r he was aware falls fast asleep Whilst thus he sleeps a
And smiling thus unto the Will she spake What is the reason that you would forsake The Pilgrim to his Blisse Shall pleasures sence And Passions strong conspiracy from thence Detain you 't is the World and Sathan that Hatâ— circumvented you into this Plot. All what they promâ—se are meer shaddows know That all things â—e so that are here below Why fear this Gate This will indeed conduct You to a higher Sphear your Way obstruct Back to the Dunghill Earth what then if here You pleasures find much more in that bright Sphear You shall unto Eternity enjoy And there where is an everlasting Day You shall reside inthron'd in 〈◊〉 shall be One with that Will which first created thee Shall Earth to Heav'n be prefer'd below How full of uglâ—nesse do all things show To eyes which heav'n's Beauties see dung ne're Did unto Jewels half so vile appear Wilt thou not then forsake this world and passe Thorow this Gate unto this blessed place Let my entreats of Love prevail so far When for your happinesse they spoken are Be not a Captive to the world but be One unto Heav'n and that is to be free A thousand Rayes fled from her eyes as fast As from her mouth flew Word with which they past Into her Heart wherewith such melting Love Like soft oyl mixt with Wâ—ne about they move Down falls the will and by her looks doth show That now she 's willing th'row the Gate to go The Will thus gain'd the Pilgrim values not The Sences not the Passioâ—s weaker plot By her he ' d tame them whensoever they Shall dare t' appear for to obstruct his Way Now Faith and Hope anew their plumes do â—ear And from him with their Wings brush Doubt and Fear No longer now the World nor Sathan can With-hold him their intreats and Threats in vain Are now he is resolv'd and though they fling Themselves upon his neck and 'bout him cling He passes on and th'row the Gate doth presse Those Hooks and Sythes his heavy load redresse One pulls off Sathan by the heels The Sp'rite Of the Great World another â—ook doth light All grosser sinnes and vainer pleasures by A Sythe cut off jumbled together lye Upon the ground a I anâ—e the flâ—sh rips up And noughty thoughts cuâ— from the head do drop Unto the Earth Flesh feels the worser smart Which pierced is unto the very Heart Past through he views himself extuberancies Which obvious were are all cut off he sees But smaller wenns stack closer to his skin And other hidden Griefs lay close within Which hooks nor Sythes had yet cut off but these A haâ—der task par'd must be by degrees For now he knows Mortality he must Loose ere he sees Ierusalem the blest No sooner past this narrow Gate but they Enter an asper and a narrow Wâ—y At first nor Trees nor grasse he found nor did See any place for to repose his Head Both sides with Rocks were wall'd Asperity The one side pav'd the other Poverty The way of SELF-DENIAL this they call'd The VValk of Trial where Obedience dwell'd The Stygian Proteus varies shapes more than The cloudy Pictures in the Sky a Man There you may see and by and by the same A Lion Horse and then a Bear become So he who at the Circumcising Gateâ— In shape of Grosser sinns pull'd off of late More Spiritualâ—z'd becomes like Anicus grows More strong by 's falls whilst to the Earth one throws Him in one shape he rises up anon Cloath'd in another and as strong agen Like Pâ— lius therefore with him we must Cope With chaines of Persevâ—rance bind him up Or else like Hercules this Anteus Croud To Death betwixt the Armes of Fortitude We must not think but he will tempt us still Untill we come unto that sacred Hill Where we may say Sathan avoid and know A Deity commandeth thee to bow Then otherwise he shall not dare to do Us then shall Angels minister unto Long in this path our Pilgrim had not gon But on a sudden he is set upon By a great Satyr on his back he wore The bristly Jacket of a new-slain Bore His sleeves were hispid Goat-skins and upon His Crest a great bunch of Satyrion Orchis and Southernwood instead of plumes Wav'd All his garments stunk of strong perfumes The juyce of Ash his Face besmear'd his hair With Nutmegs powder'd was his right hand bare A Shield in which was pourtrai'd Pasipha Faustina Messalina Hellena I who have made the mightiest Monarchs bow Must I fight with so small a Pigmy now I 'le stop thy farther passage cries he out The first blow of this fair-fac'd Sword shall do 't Straight this sallacious Monster from his side A Weapon drew whose strength he oft had tri'd At him he ran with it But from the Sword His head the Pilgrim with the Crosse to guard Did think when straight the Sword converâ—ted to A naked Nymph who in that shamelesse hew Yet full of a fictitious Beauty flung Her Ivory armes about his Neck and clung Close to his Body wrestling all the while To trip him up yet in his face did smile In the mean time the Satyr with his clawes Endeavoured to ope his closed jawes Having a poys'nous Filtre in his hand The which he meant to make him swallow and Fescinan Songs singing with Goatish breath The Pilgrim h' almost stifled had to Death Great danger was he in both Faith and Hope Strove till they weary were The Will did Cope Be'ng now resolv'd most strenuously and now Her armed courage did to purpose shew But in his greatest danger almost spent With this certation GRACE assistance sent A Nymph doth one of her bright Train appear Whom purple Wings of chasest Turtles bear From the polluting Earth More white than snows Her garments were a Lillied Crown her brows Precing'd her neck a chain of Saphirs and No spots had ever her pure garments stain'd In her sweet eyes Rare Modesty kept Court Alternate blushes on her Cheeks did sport Sâ—lence sat on her Tongue and Beauty spread A lovely splendor all about her Head Of all the Nymphs the Pilgrim yet had seen This in his eyes for Beauty seem'd the Queen Hearts could not chuse but do her homage not If Heav'n Love refrain from loving her Day ne'r came forth out of the Eastern Gate With so bright face or so immaculate A Shield one hand did bear where you might see Ioseph Diana and Penelope Susaâ—na and the Apostles Maid who bare The World's Redeemer and Him pourtrai'd there Green Lettice sugared with Continence Upon a snow-white plate of Abstinence Sharpned with Laboâ—â—r in her other hand She brought and did close by the Pilgrim stand As fair Aurora with the brush of Light Strikes down the Cobwebs of the â—ordid Night From off the face of Heaven every morn The Light which did this Nymphs bright face adorn Strook from the Pilgrim those black clouds of Lust And to the Earth both Nymph and Satyr
thrust Who getting up together slunk away From her as Night steals from th' approaching Day Then of the Salad to the Pilgrim she Gave who inamouâ—'d was immediatly Of her rare Beauty straight his armes he throws About her neck and till she had his brows Impal'd with her white Crown of Lilies kept Her pris'ner which b'ing done the ayr she swept With Wings that did a purity bestow Upon the ambient ayr where she did go Scarce had he finished an hymn of praise Unto that potent King of Victories But that an other opposite he saw Whose face seem'd both the Heav'n and Earth to awe Upon a Steed he mounted was whose hoofs Disdain the Earth the ayr he proudly snuffs And being rained in from 's champing chaps Of milky suds a frothy River drops The Rider far more proud had on his head The Helm of Insolence which was bespread With the fine train of the Iunonian Bird The Belt of Arrogance his sides did gird At which Ambition hung the weapon that Had oft laid many mighty Princes flat His looks spake full disdain scorn cloath'd his brows And haughtinesse his high-rear'd forehead shews Big language dwelt upon his tongue the Lance Of Pow'r he in his right hand did advance A Scarf of God besieg'd his arm the East Had lent its Jewels to adorn his breast He scorn'd to speak but with his lofty eyes From whence a flash of scornfull Lightning flies Which scard the Pilgrim but affrighted he For safeguard runs behind Humility She with the Crosse as this proud Foe came on With blows reitterated beat him down The Pilgrim then his glory and his pomp And 's Lance of Pow'r under his feet did stamp And so bemaul'd him with his Cross that he Feared no more this doughty Enemy Cyclopian darts now rend the tumid Rocks A horrid rore against their intrails knocks Where in the windings with a new rebound It sends forth more than a Stentorian sound The humble Valley quivers Earth seems now To totter and to be unstable too Th' amazed Pilgrim fears he thinks that Hell Could hardly have created such a Yell. The Sire of this he sees a Polypheme Who did with Clouds of smoak the Heavens dim A walking Tower from whose nosethrils came A scalding Whirlwind from his eyes a flame His right hand bore a Pine his left a Shield Where flaming Aetna in a sable field Was pourtray'd On his lofty crest he wore A scaly Dragon on his breast he bore A Tun of Iron the neighbouring Rocks he down Kickt that he might to walk have elbow-room He opes his mouth the Postern Gate of Hell And these words bellows with a rending Yell. Where goes this Dwarf did'st never hear of me My name is wâ—ath my left hand Cruelâ—y My right is Power to which all Hell below Obeys with which these Rocks like Balls I throw And what art thou poor Pigmee if I list To atoms I can crush thee with my fist Dost thou know what thou dost we did this Way Prohibit Men how darst thou disobey Thou hast awak'ned me and now my power Thy Soul and thee together shall devour 'T is time to make thee tremble for if thus Thou dost proceed thou 'lt Triumph over us A score of Canons which with Sulphur strout When they their flaming intrails vomit out Scarce make a sound like that the Cyclops made To periodize his speech when this h' had said Now thinks the Pilgrim I am dead who may Defend me or this Monster 's wrath allay He had no sooner thought but from the Skies A Nymph descending to his succour hies Smoother than Chrystal was her Skin more fine And soft than childrens or the Serâ—an twine With which she cloathed was Her badge a Lamb Was and like such a candid one she came Her eyes spoke Innocence her lovely looks Of Comity and Gentlenesse the books Were in her hand she held a glasse of oyl Which like a Zeilan Ruby shun the while The Glasse was Mercy the Oyl our Saviours blood Approacâ—ing near she by the Pilgrim stood This Pâ—ophylacâ—â—c Oyl alone Cryes she Can keep you from this Giants tyrannie 'T is he that did the Lamb of Life deprive But from that Death sprâ—ng this preservative Whereby you may spight of this furious one Passe on and shun him and by this alone The Pilgrim straight the Glasse of Mâ—rcy took And drunk the sacred oyl fear then forsook And blessed Ioy and Courage took the field Humility was his Aâ—acian Shield Meeknesse gave him her Vail and now the Wrath And all his menace were little worth For all his Thunders flye too high to hit Him who doth under Meeknesse ' umbra sit What ever wound the Cyclops gave was by That blood he drank recur'd immediatly Thus he pass'd on whilst that the Wrath in vain The ayr beat but could not the Conquest gain A little farther a strange Hag he met Whose mouth spat clouds of smoak as black as jet Her nose the chimney for her Hellish breath An Aetna seem'd her eyes sunk in like Death Two glaring Ovens were her shriv'led cheeks Sunk like two Vallies and as black as Styx Her tauny Breasts like falling Mountains hung Two mighty Serpents 'bout her middle clung Two in her hands she brought and from her head A thousaud Aspeâ— her Back and shoulders spread She did with scaly Wings of Dragons flye The one Detâ—action th' other Iealousie Hasty she came and from her mouth flew fumes Like smoak which from a Brewer's Furnace comes Ten Paces yet she lack't when that a dart From an unseen hand struck through her hellish heart Down fell this Tisiphone her black fumes fled and she in her own gore lay buried The Pilgrim cast his eyes behind to know From whose brave Hand she had receiv'd this blow Wâ—ere he beheld a Virgin at whose Feet All other Graces had took up their seat And she as Queen of all the rest up stood As a tall Cedâ—r 'mong the underwood Both Hope and Faith before her humbled were And did not scorn part of her Train to bare A Garland crown'd her Brows her Golden tresse Ty'd up through a laun Caul its Beams did presse Which Rayes about her sacred Visage spread So that always both Light and Heat she had Her garments loose about her were a flame Of harmlesse 〈◊〉 seem'd t' issue from the same And of so bright and gentle Nature that To be burnt by 't it a desire begat Her hand the Bow held whereby she had slain The foul Hag Envy and dissolv'd her train A Quiver hung by a Mitella ty'd Poudred with Opalls and with azure dy'd Under her left arm where her arrows lay Which nothing could excepting Envy slay Or sucâ— like evil Beasts she always wou'd Freely all others ills repay with Good Kind unto all never provok'd and still Loves all bears all things and can think no ill An Enâ—â—gn then where she her self display'd Saâ— she unto the Pilgrim
gave and said Let this your Standard be to friend and foe This glorious Flag displayed ever show For who wants this let him have what he will The best and chiefest thing he wanteth still For this blest Boon when he his thanks had paid A farther progresse in the Way he made Still stony 't was obstructing blocks still lay At every turn so that the tedious Way Seems every step more troublesome to grow And when the end shall be he doth not know But least he tire Dame Patience whom he met To bear him up her helping hand doth set Stooping she went under the pressing weight Of Crosses which upon her shoulders sat And yet she doth not murmur if you will Lay more she 'l bear the same with Patience still Her feet were gal'd with Travel not an oh Or wry-distorted lip escapes her tho Perch'd on her arm a gnawing Vulture stood Yet she but smil'd to see her Crimson blood Run circling thence her fair-spread forehead where Nor ragâ— nor frowns did ever dare t' appear Was Crown'd with Rocket in her eyes serene Skies in her Face perpetual calmes were seen Three leaves she from her Crown plucks baulmed with The sov'raign Med'cine of her constant breath She to the Pilgrim gav 't this Antidote He takes Impatience is strait forgot And though the Way doth rugged still remain He with a quiet Soul endures the Pain And now unto this rugged way inur'd It seems not difficult to be indur'd Pleasure from labour grows more Joy he has And more it grows the farther he doth passe Rocks seem but pibbles Pibbles scruples show These could at first those cannot hinder now For whatsoe'r opposes in his Way He it with th' humble Earth doth equal lay What sharp at first seem'd now seems sweet Joy grows The farther in this rugged way he goes Which is so pleasing and such Comfort brings That thus its sweetnesse in this Hymn he sings Adonian Gardens I despise These rugged Rocks more please mine eyes This ruder path which leadeth to Jerusalem surpasses you These Thorns and bushes have more power To comfort than your Iuly-flower Your Pinks and Roses bow their heads Unto these rough and stony beds This walk of flints sha'n't come behind Your smooth-rowl'd ones of sifted sand Poor Walks you please the Sence The Mind And Soul of Man here pleasures find The Waters which from Rocks spring here I to your Marble Founts prâ—fer And Nymphs I have which more do please Than your Caerule Naiades Fair Groves of Pines fair Beaches spread Like Canopies to ward my head Christalline brooks sweet Meadows find Green Arbours of sweet Eglantine Walks where the Roses sweetly smell Couches of Musk and Camomill And what some'r you yield I find In the content of mine own mind My soul was pleased once with you But I do find the difference now You to my sence did pleasure yield But here with Ioys my soul is fill'd I by experience now must own This Crosse is better than your Crown O blessed Crosse by thee a Crown Iâ—gain O blessed Way I here find Joyes in pain And now this narrow Path this Rocky Way Is entertained with delight and Joy Pleasures and high content he finds in this And Blisse receiveth in the Way to Blisse Nor Stone nor Rock now in his Way doth sit But he or moves it or crawles over it And what somever Vigilantia spies That may annoy him he o'rcomes or flies But yet the Tempter will not leave but tries And maketh use of all his policies And like Vertumnus puts on every shape Raâ—her than Man his cursed gripes should scape Our Pilgrim now before his watchful eyes A glittering Mountain in the Way espies A Crosse it spread and just as he must passe Both sides the Way by it obstructed was He must take notice of 't for like the Sun It with a bright refâ—lgent Beauty shon Indeed there lay the glories of the East The Earth's choyce Beauties there his eyes did feast Decan had Diamonds sent and Guine gold Peru its silver Pegu thither rould Its Rubies Pearl and 〈◊〉 sent the Seas Tanian Emraulds Byrils Euphrates Onyxes Opals Ind and Arabie Iaspers and Saphyrs Cyprus Cyane What e'r was counted pretious there was found And with exuberance the Mountains Crown'd Next Riches Honours lay by heaps were seen The Robes of State with Purple Crimson green And Tyrian Scarlet lyn'd Promotions To every Gown and every Cap belongs Gay pomp lay next where bombycinian twine The labour of self-pris'ning worms did shine Tincted in various colours cut in shapes And fitted for the various minds in Apes Here Pride his wardrobe had and Lust his shop Where Musk and Amber-greece lay horded up Pleasures and Earth's delights lay also there The Palat's pleasures rarest Cates appear The Brain 's delight Books mounted too on high And what somever objects please his eye And what delight the Earth affords and what Earth's sons could wish were blended here and that With plenty made a massy Mount and spread A crosse the Pâ—lgrim's path To Heav'n its head It reared up and for a while amaz'd The busie Pilgrim who upon it gaz'd But whilst his eyes read Lectures of delight The Mountain seems to travel with a sp'rite And opening at last its gaping womb A twy-fac'd Hag doth from its intraiâ—'s come Her right hand held a Magic Wand with which She pointed to the Mountain and her speech Directed to the gazing Pilgrim thus O Pilgrim Whither travel'st thou Where does These Riches grow the Honors Pleasures Pomps On which he that this vile Way travels stompes Where are they but upon this Earth Behold These â—emms this Silver and this sulpid Gold These Pleasures Honoâ—rs Sâ—lken garments and These Caâ—es that all attend upon thine hand Are not these rare and woâ—ld they not invite A Prince's eye and surâ—et with dâ—light All their Spectators Where dost think there may Be â—ound than these afford a greater Joy Is â—t not pity such things should be lost That of the best and highest pleasures boast Is 't not a crime for â—o desert such Gemms Isn't he a Fool that such things disesteems Vâ—ew but their lustre there 's no other need To speak that doth their woâ—th and value plead Why speak I thus to thee Dost not thou know All these things thou about to leave art now This 〈◊〉 Way leads from the Earth where dwell These Rarities you see and doth excell What ever you may hope to have â—ools that Leave what is certain for they know not what And thou art one thou dost already find An asper-way know'st thou what is behind Had Heav'n desired Pilgrims not the worst Way but the best he would have shewed first Pray view their Beauties once again ar'n't you Quite ravish'd with their lustre Tell me true Nay why such frowns are you displeased then You do mistake me hear me once agen You think I 'de have you Heav'n desert for these It
seems you w'ont But hear me if you please I le but propound a question unto you Why may not you have these and Heav'n too You are a Saint what then Is God unjust Then wicked men alone Earth's Riches must Enjoy Shall God open his Cabinet Of nature and his choisest Riches set Before the Wicked that Blaspheme his Name And only them At least the Saints the same Priviledge may enjoy Nature doth pout To hear you thus make her a prostituâ—eâ— She that has made the Saints her only heires The wicked share not what they have's not theirs The Saints it is They rob the Saints I moan To see your folly Cheated from your own Nay worse To think them hurtful ills and make That bad which God made good and for your sake Would God oâ—'s Handmaid Nature such bright gemms Created haveâ— and with so glorious beams Of Light and Beauty giv'n them for to be Temptations to his Saints Heav'ns Progeny Or rather was it not â—to tyâ—ifie By these the lustre they shall bear on high The end of their Creation then for them 's They then despise God's Gifts who do his Gemms Is th' intellect of Man by which a Man We only from the Bruits distinguish can A wicked thing if wicked I have done And those that think so surely they have none If good then good it must produce this Laceâ— Of Gold this Gown these hoods this brodered case It did find out the Honours Arts and what You see at first invented was by that And more it daily doth invent If these From good proceed why they the Saints displease Why rather did not God make Man a Beast When by his understanding he 's opprest And why doth it still use invention If 't only be for his destruction Review these glitterinâ— things what harm doth there That you despise them thus in them appear They 'r neither Wolves nor Bears nor will they bite That you stand's if you scar'd were aâ— their sight Here take your choyce chuse what you will you may Take Gemms take â—ewels then keep on your Way These are not heavy put them on and see How like an Angel then a Saint will be Bright Alethia all this while stood by Her Beauties hiding from the Pilgrim's eye But now displaying of her splendid beamsâ— Vail'd all the brightnesse of the Mount and Gemms Like 〈◊〉 Tâ—taâ— stepping from a cloud Wherein he did but now his Beauties shroud Her beams bi fac'd Dâ—ceit deâ—ect and shew'd Her double-tongue from whence sâ— ' her venom spew'd But to our Pilgrim from her sacred tongue Where Hibla dwel't these admonitions sprung Seest thou this Hag this Pharmacentria Who with her charmes seeks to oppose thy way To Blisse and to felicity indeed Throughout the World her crafty Magic 's spread And dress'd like me the Worlds vast stage she walks Feigning my voyce and gestures when she talks By her I oft have been abus'd and she By simple hearts admitted is for me An innocent Lamb they judge her by her skin But she a ravening Wolf is found within My words she with her lyes doth mix that so Blended none may th' one from the other know This is the Hag that would your Journey let By this vain mount oâ— Dust which here is setâ— And what 's the World its Riches Honours Pleasuresâ— Compar'd to one grain of Heav'n's better Treasures There 's no comparison that 's fit enough The one AEternal th'oâ—her mortal stuff No joyes no pleasures but they mixed are A grain of them an ounce of Grief and Care And as for Riches vainer than the rest They be by them your trouble is increast Honours and Pleasures Riches in excesse Had you Death spoileth all your happinesse They are fine things indeed for groveling Souls Who dare not rear their Thoughts above the Poles But those that once a tast of Heav'n have had Thinks these things vain and their desires mad This World and what it doth afford esteem The Packthread to bind up the purchas'd Gemm They Heav'n seek first and then the World is given But Crab-like Men Earth first then seek for Heav'n Defie Deccit then let her Hag-ship know Thou scornest all her Treasures here below And that thou bearest such a noble mind To ' count them chaff that flyes before the Wind And at thy feet Earth's honour'd Crowns to spread Whilst to the Heav'n's thou rear'st thy lofty head Heav'n's Road's first pav'd with Pain at last with Blisse Hel's last with Pain at first with Pleasures is Ah! sly Deceâ—t that Heav'n and Earth would joyn When they were sever'd by a Hand divine For who has Earth must Heav'n forego and who Heav'n will enjoy Earth must not cover too Can he be worthy of Heav'ns happinesse That will not Earth leave that he may 't possesse Nor is All-mighty God unjust in that Earth's drosse he to the Saints prohibits Whatâ— Doth he not know what 's best He gives this Law Because he knows how apt the World 's to draw Their minds from their Great God Nor does the stain In Nature's Beauties nor in Earth remain But in Man 's own depraved mind 't is he That turns what 's pure into impurity Man's Intellect not evil is 't is true God did it Good create but yet there 's few But do abuse his Gifts for whilst that they Such uselesse things invent they should display Their understandings in the highest Sphear Far from the reach of Earth Behold they there Should the bright Eye of his Divinity And would they fall from that Sublimity Nature his Book they should have read abound His mighty Wonders there they would have found But 〈◊〉 spreading his most subtle traines With subtilty and Craft hath fill'd the braines Of Man so that his Wit is buâ—ied still In leaving Good to find out Toyes and Ill. Therefore the Saints may well displeased be With what â— ' invents for uselesse vanity Beastly Deceit though Man's Invention Prove oft-times means to his Destruction The Fault 's not God's but wicked thine the Devil And 's self God made it very Good you evil And he must it reduce again e'r he Enjoy can the bright Crowns of Purity Nor are Saints cheated from their own what can In all the Earth be rightly claim'd by Man Is not it all the Lords may not he then As it shall please him give it unto Men Do wicked men possesse the Earth their gain Of that at last shall but augment their pain What if it be the Saints by right shall they If God requires to leave it not obey He doth and knoweth what he does they must Forsake that drosse and unto Heav'n thrust All must be left for Heav'n Hearts must be looâ—'d From Earth therefore Deceit has you abus'd To make you think it is your right to wear Earth's Beauties on your back or to appear So glorious Thou wouldst appear to me More Luciâ—er than Angel for to be How prodigal Deceit
to woo the Soul from flesh to him I speak not now to those that are below But unto such who would desire to know The highest secrets who 'd dull Earth forsake And would a loâ—ty flight to Heaven make Who would converse with Angels who would hear The Heav'nly Musick of the inner Sphear Who would the fruits of Paradise enjoy To such I speak such must make me their Way The holy Angels who immortal be Are cloathed with the Robes of Puriâ—y Pure Chastity doth crown their brows now these A â—pure chast Soul and unpolluted â—ees With such they love for to Conveâ—se but give Their backs to such as do not chastly Live They cann't endure for to come near to those Chast Souls they Love their Love from likenesse grows But 't is not good that man should be alone Without a Spouse I have provided one For thee therefore therefore the flesh forsake And this into thy armes and bosom take Lo here a draught of that blest Face I spread To whom in time thou shalt be maried It is Sophia she shall be thy Bride The Spouse of Christ and all the Saints beside A Virgin she Eternal is and I From her blest Gift receive all purity From her Arabia doth her sweets receiveâ— She to the Lillies doth their Candor give 'T is she the Roses with those blushes dies The Sâ—n his splendor 〈◊〉 from her eyes The Silver Rivers do their Crystal owe To her from her their purity doth flow â—Tis she that doth the Earth with beauties deck â—'th ' Spring and loads with fruit and sheaves her neck I' th' Autumn she adorns the Trees with Leaves From her the Tulip all her gay receives All the rare Beauties that the World do grace Are the reflected shadows of her Face They fade away but hers do never fade What is AEternal cannot be decaid By Time she still is young no wrinkles dare Upon her everlasting brows appear The variegated Cloud-reflected bow Which doth so many lovely colours show Earth's Gold and Silver and each brighter Gemm Do but adorn her Garments lowest hemm Her beauties are Caelestial mortal eyes Cann't see her who beholds her beauty dies But thou the Picture of thy Spouse shalt see Whom thou enjoy shalt to AEternity She on his shoulders then her mantle throws Whiter than Lilies or the Alpin snows Embrodered with Puâ—ity and round About with Modesty and Silence bound APOCALYPSIS who did on her wait She call'd and bid her shew the Image strait Of high Sophia the unspotted Bride An azure Volumn her bright Hands unty'd And then unrouling it the Pilgrim sees Sophia's bright and blest Essigies Go now and travel all Earth's Countries o're From Eastern Ind to the 〈◊〉 â—â—ore Pick up the cream of Beauties and from thence Adding those past extract a quintessence Let now conspire in one Alchimechus Apelles Zeux is and Phaâ—â—hasius Let their best skil be by their Pencils known And let the mirror of their Art be shown In the composure of a beauteous Face That may all others living quite dâ—â—grace And let their Brothers with Poetick skill Surpasse their Pencils with their better Quill Let them with Ink their Wonders shew who make Bright Heav'n a lustre from that blacknesse take In setting forth a Beauty when all 's done As rotten-shining Wood unto the Sun His Glorious splendor so their works will be To that rare piece our Pilgrim here did soâ— I dare not venture here for to depaint The Beauties of that Face the World 's too scant To yield materials and I words should want How can her all-surpassing Form be penn'd When her Idea none can comprehend The soul that sees her feels her and her worth Is better felt than can be spoken forth The fulvid Gold which is esteem'd so rare But the reflection of her golden Hair Is All the Silver did its brightnesse get And silveriz'd was when it touch'd her feet The Chrystal Rivers were like Ink she gave Them clearnesse when she did her finger lave In their dark streams A drop fell from her Hand Which being gave to the clear Câ—ystals and Th' oriental Pearls She look'd upon the Sun And ever since she with that splendor shon She glanc'd her eye upon the Night 's fair Queen She caught that glance e'r since she fair hath been A spark flew from her Heavn'ly eye it seems Tellus snatch't that which essence gave to Gemms The ayr permitted was to kisse her Hand Who ever since its sweetnesse has â—etain'd Over the Globe stood black triumphing Death Till she but tasted of her sacred breath Prolific strait she was and from her womb Oceans of Heards of Trees of Herbs did come By it still all things live The Pink the Rose And each sweet Flower that on Tellus grows Receive from her their odoriferous Fumes Which emanation from her Body comes Some of her Beauty down she flung below Which all things caught that now do Beauty show Roses and Rubies which do rarely shine Are but umbrella 's to her lips divine Those Seas of Claret in the azure Skies Seen when bright Sol down in the Ocean lies Or Tyrian blushes if you them compare To what buds in her cheeks meer deadnesse are As far below the Beauty and the Blisse Seen there as Earth to th' highest Heav'n is How can a Pen or Pencil then depaint Her without whom all things do beauty want Her own hand 't was that thus her self did limn And by APOCALYPSIS sent it him On this attracting Face our Pilgrim throws His eyes his Soul thorow those windows goes With so much joy that all her â—aculties Intentively assembled in his eyes All other paâ—ts left destitute in this Capital City Oculipolis The Soâ—l and all her train are seated by That Beauty drawn into an Exâ—asie Whilâ—t greedily with gazing eyes he â—eeds Upon the Beauties of that Face there speeds Doâ—n from the Poles a Heav'nly Bow-man who The â—umid AEther all the Way he â—hew Warm'd with a gentle heat His Silver Wings Th'row the calm aequor of the ayr he swings A pleasant spring upon his Face did bud His head was shadow'd with a golden Wood In either Cheek the Roses white and red Scarlet and snows symmetrically spreadâ— His eyes two pleasant stars whose aâ—â—ects were More pleasing than Venus or Iupiter A chain of Saphyrs bound his Ivory neckâ— A snowy Mantle which gold Stars did deck Hung on his shoulders and inclos'd his wast A gilded Quiver at his back ty'd fast Was one hand with a silver Bow was fill'd He under th' other arm a prisner held Chastity's Cupid 't was who went to fetch At her Command the Spurious Câ—priaâ— wretch And catching him dealing his wanton daâ—ts On sporâ—ful youths and Courtly Ladies hearts He hither brought him by Commandement Of 's Mistresse to give him his punishment Being he was her chiefest foe and had His bainful poysons on her Virgins shed â—he daigning not on him her eyes to cast Bid her chast Cupid slash
't is not for fear That he to her such reverence doth bearâ— From Love 't is his Obedience springs and that The slavish fears of Hell doth terminate Now all things easie are no Seas can stop Nor Mountains those he swims and these climbs up Now in his breast a strong attraction he Feels draw'ng him up to Heav'n continually Now constant ardors burn within his Breast And flames of Love give rest in his unrestâ— He feels most blest Enthean heats surprize His soul which make 't a living sacrifice A pleasing Tincture th'row his Body flows And like a Flower in Paradise he grows All sorrows now are banish'd down to Hell He nothing doth but Joyes and Raptures feel The Seraphims indite some sacred Song Which they decant by his Hymniferous Tongue And modulating too those heavenly Layes His Harp an Angel by his Fingets playes Under the Covert of the Angels Wings By Love inspir'd aloud this Song he sings Go Gnedian Idols spend your darts On all Luxurious pruriant Hearts A nobler shaft has pierced mine Which flames with Fires more divine You may now shoot but shoot in vain Such â—haâ—ts my Heart shoots back again My eyes your Venom cann't receive Heav'n's Queen a Remedy did give Her Beauty dwelleth in my eyes I therefore you and yours despise Fair Ladies all your Beauties spare For in my eyes they sullied are I Styx see in a Hellens Face Now I have seen a Deitesse You Cyprian Lovers now no more Your beautious Images adore Cease now your fond Idolatry Speak no more Lovers blasphemy Fling in the Fire your wanton Layes Which blushes in chast Cheeks do raise Cease your Encomiums your blisse Meer mortal dust and ashes is A wrinckled Baucis all the while The glory wears of your high Style Let fairer Souls a Godesse please Whilst Bacca's joyn with Thyrsites Had you but seen my heav'nly Bride Youl 'd count all beauties dung beside Aâ—d cease to idolize a Face Where white and red 's the chiefest Grace But my blest Bride SOPHIA is Both Queen of Beauty and of Blisse Her Face shines clearer than the Sun In his bright Chariot at Noon Her Crystalline eyes are the glass In which themselves the Angels dress The Beams that cometh from her eyes Give Light to Heav'n and Paradise Her eares the Seats of Judgements are Immortal Fortitude her hair Her Brows of highest Majesty High Wisdom in her mouth doth lye 'T is by her words the Angels Live Her Breath doth Life immortal give The beaming glory in her cheeks With splendor Heav'ns high Pallace strikeâ— A Diadem her brows do tye Of Blisse and Immortality Her sacred breasts the Fountains be Of Joy and true Felicity Ambâ—osia doth thence proceed The Heav'ly Manna Angels bread Water of Life blest Nectar streams Thence clearer than the Crystal geâ—ms In which as thorow Heaven it slips The Angels drench their Rosie Lips Her armes the Angels do enfold Her Hands immortal Blessings hold Upon her knees doth Pity sit And Goodnesse cloaths her Legs and Fâ—â—t Her Garments are of Light divine Which brighter than the Sun do shine The blew and starry Carpet's spread For her blest Feet upon to tread Whose blessed touches purâ—â—ie The Body of the Crystal Sky Such is my Bride and now who dare With my Bride's beauty theirs compare Sacred SOPHIA 't is in thee I place all my Felicity Blest with thy sight all things below Do very much deformed show I cast my eyes to thee above Ah I am even sick of Love Comfort me with thy fruit divine Stay me with Flagons of thy Wine Ah let me banquet now with thee And spread thy Banners over me Thou art the Rose of Sharâ—n thou A Lily in the Vale doth grow Thou aâ—t more fair than is the Sun Thy Garments smel of Lebanon My eyes unto thy Face I move Ah I am overcome with Love That Fire of Love which flows about My heart whole Seas cannot put out Not the black fear of dreadful Hell To be obedient doth compel Nor now those torments to eschew Enforces me to follow you It is from thee and not from thence That springeth my obedience 'T is Love of thee not Fear of Hell Which me to serve thee doth compel 'T is not Heav'ns blessed Joys that move Or do intice me to this Love It is not Heav'ns high Crown that draws 'T is Love alone a stronger cause Not Heav'ns high Blessings I regard I Love thee not for a Reward Fling me to Hel and if you will Yet will I Love SOPHIA stil. These flames which kindle in my breaâ—â— Shall never out until I rest Within thy bosom and there be Enclosed to AEternity Thus chaunts SOPHIA'S Lover whilst his 〈◊〉 Is warbling forth this Love-inspired Songâ— Love agitates with flames his noble breast And spreadeth there a most delicious feast The Câ—ystal Water turns to blushing Wine There banquets PSYCHE and her Love divine Their meat is Mâ—nnâ— their Wine Nectar is Their Banquets Love and everlasting Blisse Hell never ' frighted him so fast to Heaven Nor ever had Heav'n such attractions given As Love gives now he every day a year Supposes till he doth inhabit where His blest SOPHIA is Nothing can move Him backward now be'ing drawn by force of Love Forwards he runs and to his Love he pray'th That she would make a tryal of his â—aâ—th All difficulties past account he does As nothing and as things meer frivolous Not to be counted hard so high's his Zeal His Faith he longs with his Heart-blood to seal And now he thinks he Aâ—â—as could remove And nothing ' counts impossible with LOVE Sathan indeed this noble Champion In these Love-furies dares not set upon He stands a loof The Pilgrim hasts a pace To gain the end of this Heav'n â—winning Race He be'ing Heav'n's Favourite and that he may Be even lost and swallow'd in a Sea Of divine Pleasures and â—xcessive Blisse APOCALYPSIS she Commission'd is To ope his Sences with her Crystal Key That he aforehand may in Heaven be By her assistance she perform'd it straight And op'd his inner sences five-fold gate No sooner had APOCALYPSIS bright Fingers unlock'd the Gaâ—es of 's inner sight But he th' internal World beholds and there Myriads of Angels in their proper Sphear The Light World sees whose chiefest rarities Display themselves before his inner eyes Tempean pleasures coâ—rt his eyes the Blisse Of Edenean gardenâ— present is All Paradise and whatsoever there Grow'th doth before his inner sight appear The Angels in their glorious Robes of Light Compass'd with splendant Rayes appear in sight And things in Heav'n unutterable he In highest pleasure and content doth see The thick gate of his inner ear unâ—aâ—â—'d No sooner was but he the voyces heard Of the Angelical Core whose sweeter Layes From dunghill Earth to Heav'n his Soul doth raise Th' harmonious sound of Harps his ears doth fill Proceeding from the blest Sâ—onian Hill Which doth his soul with such sweet pleasure smite
That she is overwhelm'd with the delight Earth's duller Musick or that of the Sphears â—o this would be discordant in his ears If they mens souls chear with their melody How more exceeding shall Heav'ns Harmony Th' inner AEthmoides being open'd wide Whole clouds of Musk strait th'rough the passage slide Paradysaical Odors the Perfumes Which from the Body of our Saviour comes Presse in sweet Amber-greece perfuming Myrth Which fills the inner World doth enter there Pinks Violets Roses are lesse odorate Than these sweet Odors which assault the Gate The Gust unlock'd the dews of Sion Hill And Paradise upon his Tongue distil The Heav'nly Manna the Caelestial Cates Of Blisse more sweet than Honey fare he eats Nectar glides th'rough his Lips where more sweets reign Than the Hymetian Honey-dews contain Haphe unlock'd the heav'nly touch of Love Like gentle fire over his heart doth move Th' Anoynted's Hand which doth distempers heal Upon him lay'd he sensibly doth feel The Tincture which doth from Christ's Body flow With great delight he feels on his to grow Thus he in his five sences ravish'd is He sees hears smells tasâ—eth and toucheth Bliâ—â—e Ravish'd with the excesse of his delight In Seas of pleasures he 's immerged quite His soul drinks in the sweets too much upon These Cates feeds his Imagination But whilst he banquets at his fuller feast His Angel to him from the Heavens preit Taking Sophia's servant by the Hand His mind by these he let him understand Blest Pilgrim and Sophia's servant thou Must not rest here but farther still must go These are but streams and Rivulets of Blisse Sophia she the only Fountain is Here thou mayst bath thy self but canst not swim Untill thou comest to the Fountains brim There are vast Oceans there thou mayst remain These are but easements for your griefs and pain These are but objects at a distance these Are but refreshments and to give you ease To make thy Way the sweeter till thou art Hid in the Closet of Sophia's Heart Take not thou then too much complacency In these which only but the Conducts be To greater happinesse and do but shew The tythe of Blisse which thou art going to Presse on therefore ' count every thing but â—elf To the enjoyment of Sophia's self Rous'd by his Angel thus the Pilgrim hies And t'wards the perfect mark he faster flies But far he had not gone before he meets An adversary who upon him sets VERTUMNUS 't was lesse constant than the Wind In every shape seeks to disturb the mind A slye Ulysses cunning to deceive Leading to error if you him believe His cloathes were of all sorts of Feathers made With Windinesse and swiftnesse under-laid About his wast hung certain Looking-glasses Which represented strange disguised faces Upon his left arm certain Pictures hung In which those things which to the World belong Were pictured there Beauty was display'd There Castles Forts Rivers and Seas were made There Cities Towns Countreys Villages Wars Battails Peace and such like things as these What e'r Imagination's Pencil cou'd Expresse in lively figures there were shew'd On his right arm Caelestial Pictures hung And whatsomever did to Heav'n belong There pourtray'd was There Angels Seraphims There Thrones there Saints and fieâ—y Cherubims â— There Paradise there Light Stars Suns were seen And all Caelestial Forms and Bodies drawn Accouter'd thus he meets our Pilgrim and To stop his passage stretch'd out his left hand This sight was not like to his other foes No valour this but shifts and cunning knows He is no Champion but o'recomes by guile And e'r his foe thinks on him gives the foil Like to the wicked Pontic Bithiae that Children and Beasts with their looks facinate He doth bewitch skil'd in Cyrcean arts From every Picture he his charmes imparts And whilst they strangely draw our Pilgrim's eyes He in the mean time makes of him a prize Our Pilgrim meeting this fine fellow thought The Weaponlesse could have no mischief wrought He takes great pleasure to behold the charmes Which dangling hung at both his feather'd armes Those Pictures yield content his wandering mind Treads in those Mazes and no end can find Thus he delayes his Journey and this let His hasty Voyage maketh him forget But his good Angel putting him in mind Of 's Journey bid him this Deceiver bind For that he was a Foe and sought to keep Him back by causing him awake to sleep On him he set but a hard task he found This Proteus would not be so quickly bound Stoutly they wrestle but if on his armes He cast his eyes â—e's taken with those charmes He varies shapes and do he what he can No sooner bound but he is loos'd agen A Champion who hath often won the field By Custom knows not how at last to yield Each Conquest adds new Life and courage to His animated Soul and makes him do More than can be hop'd for Our Pilgrim so Oft Victor now will not faint-hearted grow Here Faith assists him and Perseverance Upon his Foes arms doth Ir'n chaines advance At last they bind his left arm when his right He stretched out before the Pilgrim's sight Those heav'nly Pictures now he dotes upon And brave Chimera's in his thoughts do run They 're all Caelestial cryes he who can chuse But on such heav'nly Subjects alwayes muse These are but shadows sayes his Angel thou Unto the very substance must presse to And therefore first of all thou must o'recome 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IMAGINATION The Pilgrim seeing that he stop'd his Way And longing still SOPHIA to enjoy After much strugling flung him on the ground And with Perseverances chaines him bound This Adversary being cast he bent His course to Paradise and forward went Not far from thence his hasâ—y steps did move Under the shadow of a silent Grove The place was sacred to a Deity Who with still silence would adored be No babling Echo in that Grove did dwell No whistling Blackbiâ—d no sweet Nightingal No Bird at all came near those sacred boughs The grasse nor bleating Sheep nor mowing Cows Did feed no living Creature did that blest Place enter to disturb its quiet rest No â—â—bble chiding-Brook ran murmering there No Wind to move those silent Leaves did dare About the middle of this silent place Pâ—tch'd on a mossie Hill a Couch there was To this the Pilgrim went and gently hurl'd Himself on it As if another World He enter'd had he found himself a rest Seiz'd on his working mind both bad and bestâ— Thoughts banish'd were disturbing fancy or Imagination did not there discur Asleep he was not nor yet did he dream Alive he was but yet he dead did seem His mind work'd not on this nor that but he Rap'd was into a heav'nly Lethargy This is the Silent passive state in which God with his Finger Souls doth often touch This is the sleep of Iacob this the Trance Of Paul when he did to the Heav'ns advance This is the state in which the
Soul 's blest tye Sees God beyond Thoughts Intellectually This is the stâ—te in which SOPHIA will Souls emptied thus with her blest Spirit fill Then is the Soul made fit for to receive Those Bounties which Heav'ns blessed Hand doth give For whilst thoughts do her empty vessels fill Receive she cann't Heav'ns higher Bounties well A Cup fill'd to the brim can hold no more Nor stomachâ— meat desire if full before Then is the Soul fit to be wrought upon And to receive Heav'ns seal's impression What in this state she doth or hear or see Must needs be true she cann't deceived be Unutterable were those Sweets which here Our Pilgrim felt before his eyes appear The Beauties of the inner Worlds and on His Soul divine irradiation Is pour'd and now his soul with Constant eye Beholds true glances of AEternity Pens are too weak for to expresse the Blisse Which in this silent state enjoyed is Thunders and Whirâ—winds are not Heav'ns choyce He softly whispers in a silent Voyce The Souls eares then are eyes what Heav'n then shows The Soul both hears sees â—eels and truly knows Deep is the sight when that no thoughts controul For Heav'n then gives eyes to the passive Soul Past reach of Reason then she flyes and there With a new Light sees demonstration clear But on our Pilgrim passes and to ease Himself oft rests in such blest Groves as these Which thick stood in the Way there quiet rest From working thoughts his passive Soul possest And now unto this World he bids adiew The inner World appeareth in his view No new relations he receives who from Spiritual tyes and Heav'ns kind hand doth come Those who do travel in the Way with him By Heav'ns Venter are his Bretheren And Sisters tyed by a neerer Bond Than ever Earth or Nature yet had don'd They are his Brothers be they rich or poor Who in their Hearts his Father's Image bear Those are his Fathers and his Mothers that Into Regeneration begot His Soul Nature's Children do ne'r to their Parents the Love which Heav'ns to theirs do bear Though he Loves all yet there 's degrees in Love Some are more near and some do farther move As in the building of an House you see Some stones do touch while others farther be Some are more near some keep a distance yet All to the Structure are exceeding fit So Spirits joyned are in that divine And heavn'ly building they do thus Combine Some they are nearer knit than others thus Iohn unto Christ the most beloved was Here Spirits signatur'd alike conjoyn And in a mystic union combine Here Spirits be espous'd and here they see That they meet helps unto each other be Some cann't receive from every vessel though Their thirsty souls drink what from others flow One gives another he receives and he Gives to another here 's the harmony Saints thus combin'd are like a Tower that Unshaken stands against the Devils shot He fears such unions therefore all his Art And cunning he still uses them to thwart O blessed union whom God thus doth joyn Let no man venture for to discombine This doth produce a Love implete with Blisse Which far above natural affection is No Man but he that has 't the Virtue knows Of this Love which from pure union flows Words cann't exprest that heart which feels it doth Know certainly that here I speak a Truth The highest love of Friendship which doth shine So bright 's the Image of this Love divine The Stars alone that doth concatinate Nature and Grace bind fast this firmer state He who this Love Possesses would rejoyce And with great joy ' count it an happy choyce To dye and suffer torments for his Brother And loose his blood with joy to free another In this state two are one one cannot smart Feel but it thrilleth th'rough the other's heart One cann't be sad but by a Sympathie The other's sinking Soul doth almost dye Joy never bloometh in the Face of one But gladnesse in the other's eyes doth shine Although â—eas and a thousand Leagues do part Their Bodies yet by sympathetic Art Their Spirits meet and kisse and do declare At the same moment how each other fare In the black lines writ by each others handâ— A flowing Fire of constant Love thy find No sooner can their eyes be plac'd on them But th'rough them to their hearts a flaming stream Of sweetest Fire runs and every Line Unto that Fire doth new fewel joyn O blessed Love which from true Union flows Thy sweetnesse none but those that tast thee knows Base Earthly Lust and wanton Love's alloy Is all but dâ—oâ—â—e and counterfeited joy Is mix'd with them hut here true sweetnesse is True Joy and an unutterable Blisse Our Pilgrim tasted this felicity Whereby he found all earthly Harmony Below this sweetnesse Sweets Affection But far more sweet is heav'nly Union In Bodies joyning is Earth's Lovers blâ—sse In Souls uniting Heav'ns true Lovers is Most justly did the Holy Spirit Call The Serpent the most subtle Beast of all And though in subtilty he doth excel His envy runneth with it parallel This sets abroach that this desires the ill That 's the Instrument for to perform it still And where he cann't do what he would to Man He ' l shew his Teeth and do what e'r he can Think you our Pilgrim though so far he be Gon past the reach of his fell Subtilty No Hell must shew his envy still and to The very last try what his power can do When he had try'd all Stratagems in vain The Pilgrim's union with the Saints to strain To burst that League which breaks the Leagues of Hell And their united Forces oft repel To spoil that mariage of Spirits from Whose happy juncture sacred Powers do come Which overthrow those Legions of the Great Prince of Hell and all Impiety To break that true-Loves Knot which only can Bind fast the hands of this fierce foe to Man When he in vain to hinder this had try'd And saw our Pilgrim by an happy Guide Had it attain'd he seeks some other Way In midst of all his Sweets him to betray His envious eye beholds the Pilgrim's Soul Oft to carouse it in Loves sacred Boul Where she whole streams of Nectar gulped down Sweeter than Honey or the Honey-Comb Down to his Stygian Kingdom goes the Foe And there assembles all his Cooks below Makes them to cull the fairest Fruit the Tree Of ills doth bear First then Complacency Then Covetousnesse then Pride then Sâ—lfishnesse Envy and Iealousie and such as these He takes and by a cunning Chymistry Draws out their blacknesse and deformity Extracts their bitternesse and makes them fair Refin'd like Crystal and as pure as ayr But yet the poyson still was left behind Which stronger grew the more they were refin'd From these a juice he drew most fair and clear And up he mounteth to the Pilgrim's Sphear Sculking behind a cloud this Serpent lay And for an
opportunity did stay To poyson him and VIGILANTIA did No sooner turn her back and step aside But to the Boul he stept for she alasse The noble Pilgrim's chief Pincerna was And in he pour'd that Hellish juyce among Heav'ns blest Nectar mixing that poyson strong Th' unawary Pilgrim by and by the Cup Takes and in 's Nectar drinks Hell's poyson up Anon the several poysons 'gin to work Whilst Sathan laughing in his sleeve doth lurk Unseen to see the sport Oh! how he smil'd At the conceit of Man's being thus beguil'd The Pilgrim did not feel that he was ill Or that Hel's poyson did his Nectar spill But now it 'gan to work he did not cast His eyes unto the Fountain but embrac'd Too much the streams Too much Complacency He took in the fruition of those high Gifts of the Spirit too much dotes upon Visions Voyces Spirits union He fears to lose them and cannot resign To Heav'n his Nectar or his gifts divine Now to himself all Spirits he 'd engrosse He Covets gifts and ' counts no greater crosse Than for to lose them thus doth Coâ—etousnesse Spring in his Soul in its refined dresse Pride started up and though spiritualiz'd A curious cloathing for his Soul devis'd Wherein he prides himself he 's not content Except that others know he 's eminent In all the Gifts and graces of the Spirit He loves to be sought after for his merit Cloath'd with Heav'ns Pride of gifts and graces he Aspires and would accounted something be Next Selfishnesse did operate and that Self-Int'rest and Propriety begat In Spirits Gifts and Graces This doth seem For to belong to him and none but him Then Envy work'd and he is not content To see another be more eminent In Visions Raptures or the like or that Others enjoy them and he go without Then Iealousie spread thorow every vein It s virulent poyson fuming in his Brain He every one suspects and jealous is Left others rob him of what he Calls his He fears to lose a Spirit that another His gifts or Graces shining Light should smother He jealous is lost his Lights be out-shon Or that another's should eclipse his own This Hell 's refining poyson spreading through His Breast e'r he aware was brought him to And thus the noble Stone was almost spoil'd When for't the Pilgrim had long stoutly tovl'd That eye whose Rayes pierce the Earth's Centre and Sees to the bottom of the Stygian strand Which spite of Night and Hell 's calliginous Mantle beholds what ever Satan does That Eye which every secret thought betrays And to its self hid actions open layes That Eye behel'd the spight of Hell and saw Upon the Pilgrim's heart his poyson gnaw Nothing so soon as th' objects of the eye Pity attracts for others misery The ear so soon doth not affect the Heart With generous pity as the Optic part He that 's all Eye and every thing doth see Can he w'hout pity view man's misery No he 's all pity and his Bowels roul At every pang of an afflicted Soul Poyson i' th' Pilgrim's Breast no sooner flows But he his pity and his mercy shows His Angel-guardian is Commission'd strait To shew to him the Stygian Prince 's hate And 'gainst that poyson which so strongly wroughâ— In 's breast to offer him an Antidote Glad of the message down the Angel flies Whilst sparkling Joy beam'd from his sacred eyes Glad to do service to Heav'ns Servitour He shews himself clad with refulgent ayr In 's hand he brought a Crystal Glasse which â—â—ll'd Was with pure Light from Heav'ns Alimbeck still'd This he unto the Pilgrim gave and bid Him drink it up The which he strait wayes did No sooner had he gulp'd it down but he Beheld his Error and Hell's treachery He saw the infestous poyson though 't was clear By this draught now his eyes far purer are And can behold all its impurities Which had caus'd all irregularities This draught the Vail pull'd off and he espies Where Hell 's strong poyson in Heav'ns Nectar lies So had he seen a noxious Serpent dwell I' th' green grasse and Toads in a Crystal Well Startl'd at this sight seal my eyes again He cryes or else from me this poyson drain 'T is better I were blind and could not see Then to behold an helplesse misery It is a double pain hard haps to bear And seeing them remedilesse to fear An unseen harm lesse dâ—ead doth cause I pray Or take my eyes or this foul Ill away It is thy self the Angel doth reply That to thy self must give the remedy There is a pill will do 't I 'le shew it thee If thou wilt take it freely follow me The willing Pilgrim soon consents they go Strait forward without turning in Heav'ns Way Now far they had not gone e'r they came to A pleasant Green whose lustâ—ous verdant hew Cheered the Pilgrim's Sp'rite and in the midst Thereof he saw a flaming Altar plac'd And coming nearer fairly wrote upon The sides he saw TRUE RESIGNATION 'T was to this Altar that blest Abraham The Angel said to offer Isaac came And here it is and in thâ—se flames divine And on this Altar thou must offer thine Here what somever thou dost dearly prize To Heav'n must prove a pleasing sacrifice 'T is true thou didst pleasures and sins once bring Unto the Fire A fairer offering Now must th' Oblation be As Earth by you Was offer'd up so offer Heav'n too Not only Earth's but Heav'ns fair gifts divine Thou on this Altar must to God resign Amongst those Flames which were Aetherial The Angel put his hand and cull'd a coal A Carbuncle set in a Ring of Gold Glow'd as the Coal between his fingers hold Lo here a Pill sayes he that doth contain An Antidote against that deadly Bain Thou hast drunk down in this one Pill there are The Lemnian Earth and precious Bezoar Treacle and Metridate lock'd up This pure Pill will effect not an Acâ—sian Cure Not all the drugs of Aâ—sculapius Or Galen can do half so much as this The joyful Pilgrim takes the flaming Pill Which from his mouth down to his heart did thrill No sooner was it â—in his Breast but straight He Hel's soul Poyson did Evacuate That glowing Pill fir'd from his heart 's fast hold And utterly destroy'd Hel's bainful Cold. Thus by the Heav'nly Therapâ—utick he Receives by Heat for cold a Remedy Now basâ—el'd Sathan with an hideous roar To Hell flyes vex'd more than he joy'd before Shall Servants grumble to repay their Lord His own or not be willing to afford Him back what he lends them Shall Stewards grieve When their Lords at their hands their own receive Why then doth man so often shrug and pine When God bids him his lendings to resign A carefull Father that hath sent unto His Son some sums honestly to employ Is it not requisite he should be still Exactly subject to his Fathers Will And that the money back be paid again
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
the Devil rejoyc'd to see this Baâ— To Blisse Mine own he cry'd all Mortals are None can break this I'm sure none now shall see Nor into Paradise admitted be Was it not sure enough what Man could pass Thorow this Fire and o're this Wall of Brass And thus was Man excluded Paradise But less obscure and trulier thus it is After that Unity had broken been And Discord introduced by the sin Of Adam strait the second Principle Drew from the Third and in its Aether fell To its own Centre fled the VVorld bereft Of 't was as well as Adâ—m naked left Then the first Principle of Wrath was seen VVhich strait the third and second stept between Th'rough which till Christ no man could ever pass This is the Cherub and the wall of Brass This is the flaming Sword which turns about To keep of Paradise all Mortals out And thus excluded they had ever been If Christ had not in Mercy entrance giv'n In fulness then of Time down from above To take an humane Soul came mighty LOVE The second Person in the Trinity O sacred and thrice sacred Mysterie To make a way for poor excluded Man Th'rough Hell to Heaven for this end he came This none but mighty He could do and this Had â—e not done Man ne'r had tasted Blisse VVhen he therefore the Cup of Wrath had drunk Upon the Crosse and into Death was sunk Into these deeps he came and that Way too By which from earth we hither came but now The common Road to Hell this is not still None this Way go but against Sathan's will This is the private path th'rough Hell to Heav'n By Christ to those who his steps follow given This is the Path by his blest death made Good Gained with pain purchas'd with so much blood This is the Path which Hell still strives to hide Least Mortals by 't to Paradise should slide This is the Path which shews Christ's Power It is The Path which leads from miseries to Blisse A spacious Road leads unto Pluto's Court On the left hand where Mortals much resort Paved with pleasures and external Blisse With Riches honours and such baites it is This Road brings to a Gate of Aebony Whose lofty portals mounted are on high Whose wide-leav'd Gates by Pluto's strict command Both Night and Day for ever open stand So wide they are a World at once may in Get but a mâ—te cannot return ag'in Such is the Hospitality of Hell Gratis all Men may there for ever dwell This is the Gehenna this the Lions Den From whence there can be no Redemption This Road Christ's sheep do shun for that Way is The way to Torment not the Path to Blisse 'Till Christ this Way made there no other was Therefore when first he came into this place Hell was amaz'd and its foundation shook Its mighty Piâ—lars all assunder broke Great LUCIFER fell from his Aebon Seat And 's neck subjected unto Iesu's feet The trembling Devils roar'd and with a Yell Upon their faces before Iesus fell Then with ten thousand chaines of Adamant He loaded them and them of Room did scant Ty'ng them move strictly to their Centre and Enforcing them to yield to his Command He broke the Power Hell had over Man That by his might he might triumph ag'en His eyes tormented Hell his very breath Assunder broke the cruel jawes of Death The damned yelled and his sacred Sight That cursed crew put in t ' an horrid fright Then he the Dev'ls restrain'd so that they could Not hurt thoâ—e who this path trod if they would Then th'rough the Cherub's flaming Sword he went Unhurt to whom his Head the Angel bent Down to his Feet the flaming Fire no power Had the least hair of his Head to devour Scarce was there any thing that Iesus did For Man's Salvation but 't was typifi'd Long e'r he came in flesh and all before Of Note some shadow of this Substance bore And it was fit that Heav'n's high Majesty Should into Earth by Prodâ—ums usher'd be How did the Priestly Ceremonies too His Office and his Acts exactly shew How did the Prophets prophesie of Him How was his acts praeacted e'r he came But all in shadows He the Substance was And they all vanish'd when he came in place So did the brazen Serpent shew that he For Soul and Body should Physitian be So did the scape-Goat to the Iews declare That he theirs and the whole Worlds Sins should bear So Ioshua who to Canaan led the Jews That Christ his lead shall to his Kingdom shews So Davâ—d who Saul's fury did remove Shews that Christ should Wrath overcome by Love So Isaac offered did typifie That offer'd Iesus for the World should dye So Ionas buried in the Whale did tell The World that Christ descend should into Hell And that he should arise again And so Were Shadrach Mesheck and Abednego When in the seaven-times heated Furnace they W'thout hurt or singing of their hair did stay A Type of Iesu's walking th'rough this flame Of Wrath th'rough which help'd by his Pow'r we came So Sampson's strength did Iesu's typifie Who at his feet bow'd Hel's great Majesty And when on his broad shoulders he did lay Strong Gaza's Gates and bear them quite away Of Christ's great power and mighty strength He was A Type who bore away these Gates of Brasse VVhen Hell thought to imprison him Alone He by his strength pul'd this Brass Fortress down For when that he came near he put his Hand Unto this Wall which as a Bar did stand Between the World and Paradise straight shook Its strong Foundations when his hold he took On it strait trembled every part and down To Iesu's feet fell his high-crested Crown Then was this breach made which you see and then A way was made to Paradise ag'en VVhich had so long denyed been to all The progeny of Adam since his fall O glorious yea thrice glorious happy Breach By which fall'n Man again to Heav'n may reach O Noble Work O mighty strength of the Blest Son of God's glorious Humanity 'T was his Humanity this work did do Or else no passage here had been for you Nor for an' humane Soul O David's Stemm O Iesus who dy'd at Ierusalem Can any Man speak such fell Blasphemy To say that all that 's sav'd not 's sav'd by thee Dear Pilgrim 't was none but that Christ alone That for Man hath wrought this Salvation But ' count it not a vain Tautologie If I once more relate it unto thee Thus in a word it was The blessed Love Upon the Wrath its gentle self did move Both Principles were reconcil'd In one VVere joyned in an happy union The first and second Principles arise Immediatly from them did Paradise Thus Wrath and Love by Christ we reconcil'd Who brought forth Paradise an happy child Unto which place thou now shalt go and th'rough This happy breach which Christ has made for you Mundus Luminosus vel
bear That mortal Man could never better hear O I 'm unworthy of the Dignity But yet I daâ—e not Heav'n's high Gifts deny Since 't is his pleasure that it should be so To him I passive bow my Head full low Who can deny the blessed Gifts of Heav'n When Crowns and Thrones and blisse Aeternal's given O Lord thou knowest what is hest for me Since thou ' lt exalt me I le exalted be As thou my joyes O Lord dost higher frame So greater strength grant me to prayse thy Name More would the Pilgrim there have said but that The Angel rais'd him up to Celebrate Love's glorious Banquet which blest Banquet was The Confarreation 'twixt him and his Spouse Under the Covert of Life's blessed Tree Upon the Leek-green grass this Company Sat down each blade its top doth bow to them Each flower seeks to kiss their garments hemm There 't was as if the flowers conspired had To starr the place or with their bravery clad This little spot above the rest for here Mâ—y's Iune's and Augusts flowers together were An hundred teeming Springs seem'd here their flowers To have brought forth help'd by the Midwife-showers Their bowing Heads which did in clusters 〈◊〉 Their gallant tufts to purple Cushions fit Heav'n's Paranymphus first sat down and theâ— The Pilgrim and his Loving Guardian The Paradysical Bevy in a Ring Upon the inviting flowers themselves did fling Making a circle in whose midst was seen A round spot cover'd with Smaragdine green Which Carpet garnish'd was with flowers which 〈◊〉 Into true True Loves Knots conspired were A thousand Crystal drops of dew the grass Lading did silver Gemm and Pâ—â—â—l the place More pleasing Objects far our Pilgrim's sight To feast and Banquet to the full invite A Troop of Heav'nly Dapifers they were Surcharg'd with Chargers who the Feast infer And with Caelestial art the Dishes plac'd The Pilgrim they with their attendance grace'd The Pilgrim's greedy eyes now on the meat They brought now on the bringers ravish'd eat Sometimes to that sometimes to these he tost Them and them in Beauties Meandres lost By 's feeding eyes his Soul took her first tast Of the rare Sweets of this delicious Feast Where the five Sences altogether dine And filled are at once with meat divine These were a Chore of Angels of that Sphear Who in their brightest Robes to day appear To grace Love's Banquet and themselves they clad With all the glories the Aelisium had Yellow Electrum hung upon their hair Whose aubourn threads conspir'd in t ' Circles were Amongst whose gold-Rings silver spangles lay Whose Star-like twinkling made a kind of day And rais'd an Halos round about their Heads Which Cynthian lustres gave to those bright threads Whose golden Woods whilst the Zephyrian shocks Ruffle the Volumns of their Amber-locks Yield such a fragor that all Arabie With all her sweets cann't reach the tenth degree Chaplets of Roses mixt with Lillies fair And purple Violets bound their goldâ—n Hair Under whose blushing shades the Day did rise From the bright beamings of their sparkling eyes But in their cheeks Roses and Lillies be Wedded together in just Harmony And 'cause the Lily reigned in their hands In their sweet Lips the Rose as Mistress stands Upon their Fronts dwelt the all-charming Graces An everlasting Hebe in their Faces Their youth and beauty strove but by their strife As friends not foes they gave each other Life But the fair Robes with which they then were clad Of Paradises silver Clouds were made Garnish'd with divers colours less the bow Oâ— fair Thaumant is to the World doth show And far less Beauties doth it give than those Which sweetly triumph'd in their splendid cloaths In these fair Mazes lost our Pilgrim was And to draw thence his eyes no power he has But whilst in Beauties Labyrinth his eyes Do tread melodious sounds his eares surprize Which prove a cliew to lead him from his gaze And out of that into another Maze His Soul but now did issue at his eye Out of both eyes and eares she now doth flye For th' Angel having ta'ne their Cue by pairs The Hymenaeum sung in sweetest ayres The Waters Groves and birds do all agree Ecchoing their Melos to their Symphonie The sweet Symplones with the Angels joyn Marying their voyces in a Tune divine They sing this Hillulim mortals below Did ne'r such sweet Harmonious Voyces know The schreeking Sphears were silent at that time And by their musick learn'd a better Chime THE EPITHALAMIUM AFter sad Winter springs the Spring The Day thrusts out the Night Storm past the pretty Birds do sing The Skies their musfling Mantles fling Away and cheer Earth with their sight After the floating Ship hath past A thousand dangers she Thorow the surging Waves at last Doth Anchor in the Haven cast And there rests in Security So after an hard Pilgrimage Th'row Earth and Hell there is Joyes that the Travellers engage For to forget their Earthly stage And evermore remain in Blisse This is the Day the Sun doth rise The cheering Morn appears And Light springs from SOPHIA'S eyes Which blesseth all our Paradise And joyes unto this mariage bears This is the Time of Joys and Prayse True Laud therefore be given To Him who is the Light of Dayes Who to himself the Soul doth raise And Earth despised Wed to Heav'n SOPHIA is the Queen of Love Her Joyes Aeternal be Bless'd Souls within her bosom move For ever tast the Blisse above Enjoying all Felicity This is the mariage of the Lamb The Lamb of Purity Who from the highest Heavens came Brought forth Aeternity in Time That Souls this Wedding day might see Fears are for ever wip'd away Sighs from their Breasts are fled And happy evermore are they Who can attain this mariage Day And are unto SOPHIA Wed. All happinesse attends on thee No sorrows shall annoy Sophia's Armes thy Comforts be Her Breast thy true Felicity And in her eyes rests all thy joy Blest be this Day thrice blessed is This hour this mariage Feast For thou shalt Live in Paradise In everlasting Joyes and Bliss And be by thy Love ever blest Prayse to SOPHIA then we give And Hallalujah's sing By whom we in this Sphear do Live Who Souls from Earth to Heav'n reprieve And deignes them to her home to bring Let Hallalujah's be our Song O may Sophia deigne With her all-quick'ning Breath among Us now to cast her odors strong And on us her spic'd shewers rain Hallalujah's to the bless'd Name For evermore we sing May it our warbling Tongues inflameâ— O thou who didst this mariage frame Accept these offerings that we bring Hallalujah Hallalujah Hallalujah we cry Hallalujah Hallalujah Our Tongues for ever warble may Thus unto all Aeternity Their Heav'nly voyces charm'd the Pilgrim's eaâ—es With such like Songs and animated ayres But now they double their sweet melody And wrap him in t ' an higher extasie For every one takes his caelestial Lyre And runs divisions
on the silver wire Gently their fingers chime the speaking Chords To which they marry Symphonizing words The Babe that sprung from this Conjunction Was Ravishment and Admiration Earth's sweetest voyces to their voyces are Like the hoaâ—se squeeking of a new-made Car. 〈◊〉 and Orpheu's skil surpast was here So was the charming musick of the Sphear Each whispering accent on its mounting wings To Paradise's highest summet brings The Pilgrim'â— Soul to Heav'n's high Thrones she ran Rais'd by the measures of their IASIAN Their Lydian straines his Heart exhilerate And with divinest Joyes it animate But whether pleas'd him most their Tongues oâ— Lyres He doubts both charm him and he both admires Their Tongues and Fingers sweetly there do vie Epods the one the other Melody Bring to contend but being sweetly joyn'd An happy Concord in their strife they find For whilst theiâ— Scarlet Tongues in quavering Notes A sweet concent breath from their sounding Throats And trembling strings their nimble fingers shake And a Symphosiac Diapason make Both gently strike the circumambiâ—nt Ayr And sweetly kiss and feast the Pilgrim's Ear Beauty his â—yes his Ears their musick feed And out of both by both's Soul 's ravished Whilst thus divinely learned measures they Upon their Timbâ—els and their Harps do play And whilst their prayse-tipt Tongues the ecchoing Groves with divinest accents make to ring Clouds of Perfumes and sweetest Spices come From their mouthes hollow aromatick room These spice the ayr musk amber-greece and Mirrh In one breath sweetly mix'd together were A gentle Zâ—pher muster'd in a trice Together all the sweets of Paradise For unto eveâ—y Tree and flower he flew Kissing them sweetly all their fragors drew Into 's inodorated mouth and there With sweet Ambrosiac Odors fil'd the fire Not all the Spices of Arabia Aloes nor Câ—sha nor stâ—ong Spiâ—kaard may With all the sweet Perfumes the Earth doth bear With these so redolent bless'd sweets compare Nor Cloves nor Cinnamon's sweet fragrancies Nor Liban's Cedars may compare to these Perfumes of Roses Pinks and Violets Of sweetest Flowers and of choysest sets Of Lilies Oringes and every thing In Paradise with every blast took wing And sweetly joyned take without offence The Ivory portals of his smelling sence This fresh assault of Odors strongly prest To ravishment the Pilgrim's smelling feast But now the costly dishes that were there As'k him why they so long neglected were Their Beauties promis'd that they there should meet More ravishments than he had tasted yet Upon them all his doubtful eyes he cast Musing on which he should begin to tast Each with a several beauty courts his sight And all to tast with equal force invite But whilst he mus'd a Cup fil'd to the brim The Angel took and sipt and gave it him 'T was sprightful NECTAR such as Saints above And all the angellic Chore to drink doth Love Unto the brim the spark ing Liquor skips And blushing deeper than the Pilgrim's Lips Invites them to the Boul they straitways joyn And down he takes that Boul of Heav'nly Wine Nor Spain nor Greece nor hundred-City'd Creet Could ever boast of Liquor half so sweet A golden Patin with Ambrosia His beauties next did to his eyes display On it he feedâ— Madera sugars are Sut both in tast and hew if you compare Them to the Ambrosiâ—c meat a thousand sweets At every tast his softer pallat meets The bread of Life stood in the second place Whiter than snow upon a golden Vase Then Heav'nly Manna in a silver plate With littering Beauties did invite to eat Like to the silver dewy drops in May Congeal'd a little in the plate it lay But so delicious was the tast of it That he was ravished at every bit This is the Angels food theiâ— daily Bread By which for ever they in Heaven are fed Milk Honey Oyl divinely mixt were there To nourish Comfort and the Spirits cheer 'T was Virgin 's Milk and Virgin Honey too Not fabl'd Iunâ—'s had so fair an hew Which paâ—'d Galaxia Nor Palestine E'r flow'd with Milk and Honey so divine The Muses birds from every flower do bear Gall if their Mel you unto this compare Nor ever did the Haemetian Mountain hold Such dulcified streams of liquid Gold Mincrva's Liquor bears a sooty foyl If once compar'd with this caelestial Oyl Full Bouls of Heav'nly Neâ—â—ar crown the board Cups full of Milk of the Aeâ—ernal Word Scaturiant stand whose purer White out-goes The fairest Lillies or the Alpine snows The Cups to smile with liquid silver seem Or Pearls dissolv'd or Clâ—opatra's gemm But they more rich and costly Treasures hold 〈◊〉 either liquid Silver Pearl or Gold 〈◊〉 Sugar nor the Honey founts of Creet 〈…〉 could a messe make half so sweet 〈…〉 that 〈◊〉 Milk for there 〈…〉 sweets commixed were 〈…〉 crystal Phials 〈◊〉 with the 〈…〉 and of Purity 〈…〉 whose Crystal Liquor shon 〈…〉 all the silver of the Moon 〈…〉 Water of Aetâ—rnal Life 〈…〉 Fire 's most happy Wife Ta'ne from that source whose crystallized streams Pearl Life's fair Trees Roots with their matchless gemm The Springs of Bethlehem which did David please No better were than Mirah's unto these The limpid Iordan though so clear he seem To these shews as Asphaltes shews to him Sampson's strange Spring with which he quencht his thirst Nor Mose's stream which from the Rock did burst Could march these Ever-living Streames one drop Of these it was that made those Springs burst up One drop of these fair Waves 't is gives unto All Rivers all the Crystal they indue Neighbours to these Cups of Obryziam Gold More precious than that of Ophir hold Dew far more sweet than that which doth distil From the sweet flowers upon HERMON Till From mystic SION'S sweetest flowers this By Angels hands fresh daily gathered is And all the Graces which did grace the Feast These twice bless'd Dews had by their Labour blest For from fair Paradise's Trees and flowers They had shook these more than Argolic showers From off the trembling Leaves they shook the drops Of purest Crystal into golden Cups Where a thousand crowded Pearls into one rold Shew'd like a fair one clasp'd in ductil Gold Deeply of these the happy Pilgrim sips And drenches oft his Nectarized Lips All mortal Waters this Azanium Did loathsome and diâ—tastful make to him And far more truly may this phrased be Than the Italians Chrisâ—i Lachrimae His Tears nor Blood were wanting there for in Most sumptuous Craters did that Liquor swim Whose tast and colour did by far excel The sweet and deep-dy'd Cretian Muscadel That sacred drink he also freely sips Which adds more Scarlet to his blushing Lips Besides all these upon the board did croud Of Paradise's Fruit a multitude Whose sweetest looks as well the eyes delight As their deliciousnesse the appetite No Salgaâ—a's nor yet Preserves express Can half the tythe of their deliciousness Nothing of Earthly acritude was there Nothing of sharp or bitter did appear 〈◊〉 were
degenerate That Miracles are ceas'd dost praedicate E're since the World did from a Chaos spring Upon its Theatre God still did bring His acts of Wonder spreading them abroad As Witnesses to all there was a God All ages of the World can testifie Those matchless Wonders of the Dcity But why less frequent in these later times Is cause of Mortals unbelieving Crimes Faith now is wanting whosoever hath That may do Wonders with a grain of Faith Rocks may be mov'd the Seas divided and Earth's floted o're the Ocean made dry Land Man's unbelief and much unworthiness Has caus'd exuberant Miracles to cease But yet these later dayes so barren grown Are not but they true miracles have shown The Romish Church although Priests oftâ—n fain Some through the cursed thirst of rotten gain True miracles has seen O Man despise Not all because some Priests have forged Lyes For nothing is to thee more dangerous Than to say what God doth Belzebub does But to that pass men now adayes are grown That they no miracles at all will own But if ought pass beyond their apprehension They strait cry out it is black Hel's invention As if th' Immortal King to Hell had given The glorious Wonder-working Power of Heaven Or had resign'd to him his right or swore Never to shew his Arm of Wonders more Long shall not Man retain these thoughts for why As Lightning breaketh th'rough the Crystal Sky So shall miraculous Wonders have a birth And with new Light illuminate the Earth And shew that Heav'n's Magâ—tians can do More than Belzebub or his Magâ— too For those who eat shall on these fruits you see Shall only God's true sacred Magi be And these shall make them so thou shalt be one Their several virtues therefore shall be shown Seest thou that Dish those fruits in Scarlet dy'd Who seem to brave it in Pomona's pride Such is their virtue that they far excel In giving Eloquence the Clarean Well Hermes himself less Eloquent shall be Than those whose Tongues these tip with swavity These tasted strait the Tongue-ty'd sweetly speaks And all impediments assunder breaks Tongues stammering strings are scru'd to Heav'nly strains The blattering Mouth the highest Measures gains They to the Eater straitwayes do dispence The divine accents of true Eloquence Rhetoric Honey through their Lips do speed And such are termed golden-Mouth'd indeed Their virtue 's ty'd not to one Tongue alone It the true Grammar of all Tongues makes known And in a Moment the unlearned'st Man Can teach the deepest Characters to scan And make him speak all Languages that are More smoothly than his own vernacular To Mose's Mouth the fluent Aâ—â—on this Fruit granted was for the Isachians Blisse This sacred Fruits high Virtue did imbue A many of the holy Prophets too Whereby in charming Notes they did diffuse God's sacred Word unto the stubborn Jewes The holy Spirit when in cloven flame He on the Heads of the Apostles came Touched their Tongues with this Fruits sacred juyce And of all Tougues they straitwayes had the use Such is the virtue of this matchlesse Fruit Unless by those that are adjoyning to 't But mark that next Dish where green Leaves inclose Fruit which in scarleâ— Robes out-braves the Rose So fulgent Rubies court and charm the eye When with clear Smuragds they invelop'd lye The Pestum flower peeps th'row her infant Skreen With paler blâ—â—hes wrap'd with duller green The jayce of these impregnates strait the Brain Not with discourses Kicksie nor with vain Disputes true Logic art it doth diffuse And teaches Syllogisms how to use For Heav'n's own int'rest True Dilemma's too Can by infusion to the Taster shew This doth the understanding purge the eye O' th' Soâ—l the Mind from Motes do purifie This Reason doth illuminate and shews How the true Dialectic Art to use Reason's corruptions spots and fallacies This purgeth out and gives it purer eyes This givâ—th Armes unto Truth 's Champions and Inables them in Dispute's Wars to stand This unto Paul was borne by some of us When He with Beasts battail'd at Ephesus By this at Athens to the Schoole he flew And th' Epicures and Stoicks overthrew With solid Arguments This means did show His persecutors how to overthrow The Iewish Rabbies Gentile Doctors Mute At last were made 'gainst him was no dispute That third Dish where in Seas of Beauties wallow The slick-skin fruits bestrip't with Red and Yellow Screening their Virtues in a double fold Of Crimson Satin and of yellow Gold The ground is Gold upon whose face is spread A thousand striplets of a grain-dy'd Red. That Dish contains fruit of unvalued prize Whose sacred virtue makes man truly wise That Magic makes and true Phiâ—â—â—hers That â—isdoâ— and true Knowledge still infers Those Fruits unlock the fast-shut Cabinet Of Nature and her Treasures open set Nature's true â—ewels rol'd in pitch do lye Not to 〈…〉 by an Heav'nly Eye And such an one these give an Eye that looks Upon and reads her most mysterious Books An Eye that thorow Neptune's Region goes And all things in his brinish Kingdom knows An Eye that walketh thorow all the Mines An Eye that to Earth's solid Centre shines An Eye which doth perspicuously see What virtues in all Vegitables be That the true Nature of all things that grow From the tall Cedar to the shrub doth know An Eye that from the Earth to Heav'n doth rise And rangeth th'rough the myst'ries of the Skies That views the stations of the Wanderers That sees the mansion of the Northern Bears That knows the nature of those glittering Fires That reads their Lectures and Heav'n's Hand admires That knows their good and evil influence They on the World and Mortals do dispence That knows the causes of all natural things Seas and Earth's motions and the Winds swift wingâ— The streaming Metours and the blazing Stars The hairy Comets sad predicts of Wars That truly sees and knoweth all the parts O' th' Ptolomic and Eucledean Arts. These sacred Fruits besides all these disclose Nature's hid Magic which th' unwise oppose The Ancients wisdom whereby they could do Things wonderful yet natural and true Not jugling tricks nor by ill Spirits might But by Dame Nature's just and sacred Light Almost extinct now in the World unknown 'Cause men have sought praestigiae of their own And following airy Notions caught the shade Whilst the true substance did their hands evade Such are the Virtues of these Fruits divine Which with such matchless lustrous Beauties shines Of these the Father of the Faithful eat Sucking true Wisdom from the blessed meat And those who liv'd nine Ages to descry The Planets dances iâ— the azure Skye Great Salomon that mighty Magus had His Wisdom and his Rnowledge from this food This sacred Fruit was lovely to his eyes For he this more than 's Crown or Gold did prize He wisely said For all things there a Time Was did but Mortals on the Earthly clime Exactly
know the same they would not err So oft and toys to precious Gemms prefer Of Wisdom it no Mean part is to know The means not only but the Time to do For what these blessed Fruits so freely give Men in all A ges after deeply dive Nor is 't unlawful for them to do so Did they true Time take and right Wayes to go Else all is vanity For what 's all this If Man should know 't and yet ignore his Blisse On this the King pitched his Mind's clear eye When he cry'd out all things are vanity What are these Jewels though they Jewels be If Man 's not sure of Aeternity These are no means to gain the Heav'nly Race These are but Crowns for those that gaine the space They are unwise who first do seek those Arts Before that they have circumcis'd their Hearts For what they gain before is vanity What afterwards our King doth sanctifie What men acquire they usually abuse it What Heav'n himself gives he shews how to use it Let Man therefore the Time observe and see To gain Heav'n first these but additions be The World's eye who in twice twelve hours and four The mighty Moles of the Earth views o're In all her choysest Hort-yards cannot see Fruits half so fair and precious as these be Which in that neighbour Dish inchant the eye With painted Robes and fulvid bravery Those are Panchresta's for all ills of Man And who shall tast them shall Physitian Be to himself and others these impart Both Esculapius his and Chiron's Art As the Heraclian Stone draws iron and To rubbed Steel imparts the same Command So these with perfect Health do Man imbue And t' others make him Health's Physitian too Simples from his Hand â—a'ne more virtues hold Than Bezoar or dissolved Pearl or Gold His touch or Breath or Word or healing Eye May Physical Medicaments supply The Taster gaineth from these Fruits alone The healing virtue and the med'cinal Stone Raphiâ—l this jâ—yce 'mong the Fishes Gall did scruse Which Tobit t' heal his Fathers sight did use Part of this Fruit was mix'd with that Perfume Which did the evil Spirit overcome King Hezekia's Figs which heal'd his sore This Fruits blest Liquor in their intrails bore By this Aelia's Life bestow'd upon The widow of Zarepta's stone-dead Son By this Elishâ— did represse Life's flight And rais'd the Son of the good Shuâ—amite Some of this juyce he mingled with the Meal Which did the Propâ—ets poyson'd Poâ—tage heal This in the crystal streams of Iordan lay When they wash'd Na'man's Leprosie away This mix'd was with the Salt which cur'd the so Unwholsome Springs of pleasant Ierico This to the hâ—mm of our King's garment dropâ— When by its touch the bloody issue stop'd This in his healing Spittle hidden lay When that he an Opthalmic made of clay Which eyes restored to the born-blind and This in his Breath made whole the wither'd Hand Great Iesus our thrice blessed King did feed On all these Fruits which are before thee spâ—ead When he did flesh indue But He that Food Lik'd best which most was for poor Mortals good Therefore he this us'd much for through his Breath Diffusing it to Life he rais'd from Death He toth ' Blind Lame Deaf Dumb Dead power did give To see to walk to Hear to speak to Live To the 〈◊〉 Pool once eveâ—y year One of my Brothers of this Fruit did bear Whose virtue to those Waters virtue gave The sad afflicted from their pains to save Legs to a Cripple through this viâ—tue Paul At 〈◊〉 gave Cur'd Eutichus his fall Healed himself cur'd a possessed Maid Made Vipers hurtless cur'd where 's hand 's were laid So the Disciples all by this alone Became Physitians unto every one That next Dish prest with its exuberance Of matchless Treasures which their heaps advance Above the low sides of the Pattin seems The chiefest Archive of Caelestial gemms How thrust it is that it can scarcely hold Those silver apples in its purest Gold Preachers upon this sacred food should feed This makes Divines to be divine indeed This keeps the Eaters Mouth from speaking wrong Gives sacred Truth a dwelling in his Tongue So chimes that Member that she utters what â—o pass in after agâ—s shall be brought Makes Her so swift in Her predicting chime That she out-flyes the swiftest wings of Time By anti-Chronicles of things not done Forestals the ages of the World to come Making his Lincâ—ous eyes to see so far Things yet to come like God as if they were This to the Eater gives the golden Key Which doth unlock the Letter's mysterie Which doth unseal the most mysterious Wells Whâ—ch doth reveal Gemms hid in Parables This doth unfold the mysteries of the Night Visions appearing to th' internal sight When the eyes double-guarded porâ—a's be Fast locked up with Morpheu's Leaden Key When Night o're half the World in silence reignes Then noted Dreams Court undisturbed Brains These Fruits give oyl which oynt the Tongue and make 〈…〉 fervent daily speak To Heav'n and render Essences so strong That in stout ardoâ—s move the heated Tongue And with such fervoâ—r call on Heav'n that she Ev'n forces him with importunity Such flagitations don't with Heav'n dissute When they rise from the virtue of this Fruit. The Patriarch IACOB of this fruit did tast Before he gave unto his Sons his last Prophetic Blessings wherein he relates In Hieroglyphicks all their future fates This fruit of Naâ—oh all the Propheâ—s fed When Saul's fierce Nuncio's also prophesied And Saul this though unseen when pressing through His Lips was also made a Prophet too This all those eat who to the Iews foretold That Mortals should their God in flesh behold This gave them spiritual eyes to see before He came that Iesus whom we all adore This Fruit was rolled in Ezekiels Role This fruit was squeezed into Esdra's Bole This in the Leaves lay of Iohn's Book which He Eat with the promise He should Prophesie This Fruit Christ his Disciples granted too Whereby his words profunditly they knew Ioseph and Danâ—el also of it eat When of Kings Dreams interpreters they sat Elâ—sha eat of this when he by Prayer Stop'd up the watery Fountains of the ayr When he again by fervent prayer's power Chear'd the dry Earth with a continual showre When he from Heaven with like fervent cryes Fetch'd Fire to consume the Sacrifice When he from Heaven Caelestial Flames twice drew The which two Captains and their fifties slew Such is the virtue of that fruit you see A Gemm more rich than all Mortality But view the next Dish Did a greater prize And less than Heav'n it self e'r bless thine eyes Could Aretusa's tempting fruit more please Spectator's eyes with greater gay than these Doâ— golden 〈◊〉 rising from the main The gray-ey'd Morn with deeper Scarlet stain Thâ—â— thâ—â—hich bluâ—hes on their cheeks or may Hâ—s â—â—ams gild with a better Gold the Day What â—harmes upon
is known Here could our Heav'nly Joys permit us grieve I could Threnoda's sing 'cause Men deceive Themselves to think its any's Fault but their Own that we do not now so oft appear As we have done in former Ages No The fault 's not Ours but theirs we do not so The Reason why so oft we do not presse From Heav'n to Earth is Man's unworthinesse What else can Mortals think that it should be Cann't we be cloath'd with visibility With as much ease as then think they or now Grown old with Time do also lasie grow Think they the space 'twixt Earth and Heav'n more Large and wide drawn than in times before Or do they think our Love diminished Or that they of our helps now have no need Or do thâ—y on our Maker lay the blame That he to former Ages than to them More Love did shew think they him partial that We did on those and not on them do wait Or do they think our King has more to do In Heav'n for us that he cann't spare us now What is 't that peevish Moâ—tals think what e're They think it is their sins that keep us here Seal'd from their eyes which hide this blessed Fruit So that they know not which way to come to 't For could they eat of it they often would With â—leasure us familiarly behold In Ages past when we so frequent were With Men and did in Humane shapes appear Simplicity and Innocency reign Did amonâ— Mâ—n they knew not how to gain By lying Miracles their Natures all Most like to ouers were Angelical But after Sathan broach'd his vanities Which men suck'd in he under our disguise Of them deceiv'd so his delicious food They fed upon supposing it was good So as their sins encreas'd we disappear'd Whilst Sathan of his Conquests Trophies rear'd Which he by feigning Angels shapes did gain Whereby we did to Man obscure remain This now continues so man thought at last Our dispensat'on of Appearing past And now he boldly if we do appear As we were wont averrs we Devils are But blinded he is ignorant that this Fruit God's most sacred Fruit and blessing is Which still is free as e'r it was for Man Were he but worthy to obtain the same Of this fruit 't was those holy Men did tast With whom we had in all the ages past Communion for who do eat of it We are for them and they for us made fit We then to such shall not as strangers be But much frequent each others company That Royal Fruit which in that Dish doth lye Whose very looks with Wonders maze the eye In beauty and in virtue shall give way To none which fed thy blessed eyes to day See but what charmes are spread upon their cheek Their hew and make their wondrous virtue speaks This fruit indeed a faithlesse Faith expels And giveth one of working Miracles The Eater shall nothing too hard suppose To be effected by him for by those Mountains may be remov'd Seas made a Plain And all the Champain floated with the Main All living Creatures and inanimate Obey his Word who of this Fruit have eat He miracles shall truly do although Beelzebub's servants will not own them so Or if they do with belching Mouthes outright They cry they 're done by their own Master's might When by this Fruit they 're down which you behold As also were true miracles of old By this great Moses Power had to divide The blushing Seas by this was Iordan dry'd Twice by Elisha's Mantle The Command Of Ioshua still enforc'd the Sun to stand By this Fruit also great Amozides Repel'd the Dayes great Giant ten degrees Of this Fruit also blessed Iesus eat When he so many Wonders did Compleat That many Volumns cannot comprehend The tythe of them his Wonders have no end By this the bless'd Apostles did effect Their Miracles Wonders with Wonders backt Great Thaumaturgus when the VVord he spake By this Fruits Virtue dryed up a Lake By this the latter â—ges not a few Have Wonders done and VVonders more shall do For time draws nigh wherein this Fruit shall then Not such a stranger be to Mortal Men. The next Dish holds five glorious Apples that Man's five internal Sences animate The first whose beauties are so excellent That plunge Spectators into ravishment Unlocks the crystal pyla's of the eye Permitting it Heav'n's Beauties to descry By that the inner eye hath oft a sight In sacred Visions of Aeternal Light Of this bless'd place and of the Throne of blisse Where our great King 's immortal Splendor is By that we may be seen by that the eyes Behold the inner-VVorld's varieties And all the Spirits that created be In all the World 's perspicuously see By this Elisha's servant's eyes unbarr'd Were when he saw his Master's fiery guard Iohn's Iame's and Peter's when th' on Tabor saw Elias Christ the Giver of the Law The second that in yellow Ornaments Doth ravish with a thousand blandishments Continually a golden Key doth bear VVhich opes the Portals of the inner ear Through which the Sounds of Paradise do go And the caelestial Harpers musique flow Th'row which the inner World's sweet Harmony And all the Angels mystic voyces fly By this young Samuel's tender eares were bor'd When he the voyce heard of our Soveraign Lord. And divine Ioha's when he did hear the voyce Like to the rushing of enraged Seas The third which doth the Indian Nard excel Or all the spice of Arabie in smell The inner smelling Sence's gates doth wide Set ope th'row which Caelestial Odors slide Th'row which the sweet Perfume of Paradise To cheer the Brain and Spirits sweetly flyes The fourth whose sweetnesse Honey far exceeds With dews of Paradise the Eater feeds By that the Manna of Ierusalem To tast is often granted unto him By that his tongue on food divine doth tast And 's inner Palat on Heav'n's sweets doth feast The last whose slicknesse far exceeds the silk Whose snowy whitenesse far the purest milk Gives to the Eater sensibility Of the Contactions of Divinity By it he feels those pleasant thrillings which His Soul with the extreamest Joyes enrich Those burning tinctures of the deepest Love Which round his Heart with matchlesse pleasures move Of these three last the holy Saints did feed Be'ing granted to them in the time of need When persecution's mouth with all its power Sought them with cruel torments to devour Those then were Cordials to support the Hearts 'Gainst persecution's cruel Flames and Darts The lowest Dish which doth conclude the Feast Though it comes last yet is it not the least The Fruit it holds is of such price and Worth That it will lose much by my setting forth Not all the Rhetoric an Angel has Sufficient is this pretious Fruit to praise This is the Fruit that maketh Mortal Man To be Iehovah's great Magitian Art Magic this doth to the Eater shew And him with Heav'nly
the true seekers of the noble Stone Have golden Spurs to spurious such unknown These be the Reasons why so many misse The STONâ— and their investigated Blisse To thee dear Pilgrim need I not to shew The way to Magic 't is the Way which you Have come and there 's no other Path which guides To this Caelestial Art of Arts besides 'T is not the selfish Wise man this can gain 'T is not the Covetous shall this attain 'T is not the thirsty after Glory shall Be able once to touch this Magical And happy Fruit from such it 's safely kept By an huge Dragon whose eyes never slept Those who this Fruit will gain must first outright O're-come this Dragon in a single Fight O man thou must Regenerated be Before thine eyes this happy Fruit can see Foâ— none but Children gain this Diadem Children of Love it is preserv'd for them Châ—ldren of Innocence who washed are In blâ—st Regeneration's Lavar fair This happy Fruit by the free Hand of Heav'n To such Regenerated Babes is given By which from Babes to an exalted pitch They ' â— rais'd and so become Men wise and Rich Rich in those Treasures whose most simple Gemm The World doth and its richest Riches shame Thâ—s gift is Free and yet it must be sought Yet by true Resignation 't is bought God gives a portion small at first but so As it Man uses shall his Talent grow But never let Man hope for this estate ' Til 's heart is pure and Regenerate You know great Riches and high Honours are The Devil's strongest unresisted snare By which oft-times he Souls doth overthrow Who pious were e'r they those Bâ—â—ts did know Think you that God thâ—n in t ' Man 's hands will put So sharp a Weapon his own Throat to Cut Think you he will to him the Stone disclose ' Til how to use it for his good he knows Nor knows Man how to use it 'till that he First truly Dead Regenerated be Then let all who this Art investigate In Soul and Body be regenerate Then if they ask they shall receive the prize If Knock the sealed Door assunder flyes If seek they find if pray they 'r heard Thus I Have shew'd the true way to Felicity The way whereby this Fruit may be attain'd Whereby the much desired STONE is gain'd He then who pure is and Regenerate And blessed so that he may freely eat Of this beatifying Fruit he then Becomes Heav'n's SOPHUS or Magitian O those bless'd Bonds which fast together tye God and the Soul Man and the Deity Nothing 's impossible for him to do Who this blessed state and pitch attain'd has to For if to him to God it must be so His Will is God's they are no longer two He willeth nothing but by Heav'n's own Will Then what shall dare not his Command fulfill He now is Soveraign over the World and all Things that therein are shall obey his Call For by this Art of divine Magic he May shroud him in invisibility Walk on the Clouds stand in a flame of Fire And th'row the walls if dores be shut retire May walk upon the sâ—â—liest Seas while they Smoothing their rugged Fronts his feet obey To him diseases bow their eager heads And at his touch they leave their nasty beds And fly to Hell from whence they came for by His touch and Word restor'd is Purity Of Vegitables the true use he knows The poyson in each herb away he throws And perfect Chymist by Spagyric Art Hell from Heav'n's Essence Drosse from Gold can part Both Aâ—â—mals and Minerals also He not by guesse but perfectly doth know As Man may in a Mirrour see his Face So he their virtues through their outward Case No thing 's unknown to him all Arts that be Unmask'd are and he views their Verity Metals he may transmuâ—e the Stone by which They are exalted to theâ—r highest pitch Of persectnesse he has which will unfold The way to change all Mettals into Gold Not only Bodies are at his Command But all created Spirits also stand To do his Will The sneeking Devils are If he Commands enforced to appear VVith louting Heads and trailing Tails and eyes Dejected to behold themselves made prize To see that Man whom they triumph'd upon Now to have Rule and be a Lord o're them O they had rather to the darkest place Of Hell run than behold their own disgrace For if he cometh where they be they run Into the lowest darknesse headlong down For they his eyes as much now hate to see As the bright splendor of Aeternity For they behold him with that glory clad As once themselves before they lapsed had All Earthly Spirits also prest do stand Ready to do what he shall them Command Those in the Fire yield a joynt consent To wait upon him in their Element Those in the Water and the deepest Sea All his Commands are ready to obay Those in the Ayr and Astral Regions too Their constant service at his beck do shew The holy Angels also do rejoyce And pleasure Him who is the Highest's choyce Thus all conspire to be his servants and VVith speed obay what he shall them Command Besides all these to him permitted 't is To enter Gods own Treasury of Blisse In which he doth Arcana's deep behold Not fit unto the World for to be told The great Archaeus of all things that be He doth in ev'ry World and Astra see Divinely taught divinely learn'd indeed He Heav'n's Caâ—al and mysteries doth read And thus is Heav'n's Magitian a King Upon the Earth to whom all Creatures bring Their homage due unto that Image that In him appears of the Incorporat And increated Deity And thus Man is co-equal with nay more than us What Adam lost he gains by this new Birth And is new-Crowned King and God on Earth And such a Godlike King was Adam All So should have been but for his fatal Fall But few and very few attain to this Great Pearl of Wisdom Fruit of matchlesse Blisse Now in these latter dayes But Mortals may E're long behold the mighty lustrous Ray Of this fair Fruit which I may call the Best For in it is contained all the rest Heav'n's great Magitian mighty Moses had Upon this Fruit by God's donation fed When â—e those VVonders in the Name of God Did do in Aegypt with his Magic Rod That Rod which to a Sâ—rpent changed was And which again into a Rod did passe By this Fruit he God's MAGUS did become Performing VVonders in his mighty Name By this on Phaâ—oh and all Aegypt too He sev'n fold Plagues and seav'n-fold Wonders threw By this the Seas he parts which Crystal waâ—ls Become the Israclites by this with Qualos And Manna bright he feeds By this a knock Opens the Springlets in the solid Rock By this he Gold makes potablâ— his face With royal Rayes by this incircled was Mosâ—'s successor by this Magic too The strong-built walls of Ierico
o'rethrew By it Ierubaal did overthrow The Midians mighty Host without a blow Iesus with Heav'nly Magic also fed Four thousand people with sev'n Loaves of bread By it he fasted fourty dayes he by The same did with invisibility Adorn himself and 'mong a Multitude Of foes unseen he passed th'row the Croud By it he walked on the Seas and yet His soles the brinish Waters did not wet By it although the Doors fast locked were He could when e'r it pleased him appear So Paul by the Caelestial Magiâ—'s might Depriv'd the Sorcerer Elymas of sight So Peter when Hel's Magus Sâ—mon flew Thorow the Ayr him from the Clouds he threw Unto the Earth by Heav'n's true Magiâ—'s Skil Which Fall did both his Life and Magic spill For Hel's dark Magic unto Heav'n's must yield Nor darâ—s that come when this is in the Field With great-attention all this while attended The Pilgrim 'till the Angel thus had ended But ravâ—sh'd with the Knowledge of that Fruit Leave 〈◊〉 given he wiâ—h joy fell to 't Fell to that Feast which was more excellent Than twenty thousand out-worlds Complement That Feast which by Heav'n's proper Hand was dress'd That Feast which by Heav'n's sacred Breath was bless'd That sacred â—â—nquet which instal'd the man Heav'n's divine and Arch-Magitian O with what pleasure and delight he eat On that Caelestial and thrice sacred meat But yet with humble reverence he fed Bowing to Iesus for those gifts his Head Confessing still his own unworthinesse Of that Felicity He did expresse But seeing Iesus by the Angel had Granted him leave to eat he freely fed Whilst thus the Pilgrim with a full content Of â—oy and Blisâ—e and highest ravishment Feeds on those blessed Fruits an Angel from Th' Aeternal Throne doth to the Banquet come The presence of this unexpected Guest Starâ—l'd the Pilgrim and rejoyc'd the rest Such Crowns of Glory sat upon his Head Such beams of Light about his Garments spread Such Heav'nly Splendor flashed from his Eye That made him seem Heav'n's fair Aepitomy With a fair speed he came whilst the sweet ayr Wav'd the soft streamlets of his golden Hair And ruffling his white Gown rub'd flame-tip'd darts Against the tender Wounds of bleeding Hearts For his fair Garment pouder'd was all o're With flaming Arrows whose sharp points still bore Themselves against fresh bleeding Hearts the Wind At every puff seem'd cruel and unkind For those by clashing seem'd to wound indeed And these afresh to be inflam'd and bleed These were the Ensigns of the Sacred'st Love At whose Command this Messenger did move But in his right Hand all of shining Gold Thick set with Rubies he a Cup did hold Immortal Amaranthuâ—'s made up Into a Purple Garland Crown'd the Cup. But in the Mazure's golden Concave lay Of Wine of Love divine a blushing Sea A deep drought of that Heav'nly Nectar which Is broach'd for those who gain the highest pitch The Purple streams which fruitful Tmolus yields Th' exuberant Vines which crown the Massic Fields The Purple Grapes that on the Râ—ene do grow The scarlet Liquor that in Creet doth flow Spains sprightly Nectar Greece's pleasant wine Should they compared be to this divine Ambrosiac Liquor all of them would prove But Gall and Wormwood to this Wine of LOVE Approaching those who feasting were on the Choyce Fruits excerp'd from Life's thrice sacred Tree The Angel on the Pilgrim pitch'd his Eye In which was plac'd a Throne of swavity And reaching to him that Wine-filled Boul From â—s fluent Tongue these melting words did roul Take here said he a Cup of sacred VVine Squeez'd from the Grapes which grew on Iesu's Vine That Vine which spreads her spacious Branches even O're all the fair walls of the Court of Heav'n This is the new Wine which our Hearts doth chear Which bringeth gladnesse and expelleth fear This is Lovâ—'s sacred Wine in it doth move The very Spirit of the King of Love Which is not flitting but for ever fixed For he himself is with this Liquor mixed Our royal King himself commanded me For to present this Present unto thee This said the Pilgrim three times bowed and The Goblet took out of the Angels Hand And putting to his Ruby Lips the Cup With ravishment he drunk the Liquor up Not all the Honey streams of Hybla may Such gusts of sweetnesse to a Tongue display As what the Pilgrim tasted in that Boul As the Heav'n-nectarized VVine did roul Into the Breast He never yet did meet With any Wine so ravishingly sweet So that the pleasure did beguile his draught For e'r he was aware he deeply quafft The Boul was big but had it bigger bâ—en He would the bottom questionlesse have seen For here he knew he might drink in excesse And without sin drink unto drunkennesse For who can blame those holy Saints this Odd Expression pardon who are drunk with God No sooner had the Pilgrim drunk of this But Living Flames of everlasting Blisse Surround his Heart whose clipings without measure Yield Raptures and unutterable pleasure The Wine 's quick Spirits move in every part And corner of his Head his Breast and Heart And piercing th'row each Limb do cause them move In sweet Trâ—pudiations of Love Up starts he all inflamed with that Flame Which drove from David's breast Love stifling shame When he in an ecstatic Rapture danc'd Before the Ark of God as it advanc'd Th'row all the Streets of fair Ierusalem Taking the Graces all he danc'd with them The holy Dance of Love Nor can exprest Be that sweet prickling Joy raigned in his Breast His sence of feeling feasted to the hight And as the rest were swallow'd in delight Unusual Gestures forced him to rear That he the better Love's excesse might bear For Nature 's weak and strives to Congregate Those Spirits which extream Joyes dissipate For Her own safety lest by flying out Too much she should be quite left destitute Thus Flesh and Blood the Soul's Crosse alwayes is Depriving Her of Joys of Sweets of Blisse Not all the Joys and Pleasures the Dull VVorld On the most sensual Mortals e'r has hurl'd Not all the Fleshes various pleasures nor Foul Cyprian delights themselves compare May with the smallest part of that delight And pleasue which the Saints poor Souls â—â—cite Vain are the World's Joy momentany too Heav'n's everlasting undefil'd and true O what Tongue able is to tell the pleasure The Pilgrim felt Not all the Earthly Treasure Can purchase such delight for the true God Himself descended in a flaming flood Of Love upon his Soul Iesu's divine And sacred Body couched in the Wine It self in pieces brake upon his Soul The sacred Spirit too without controul Descending filled all his Soul about With Rayes of Light and Love which nought could d' out Whole streams of Love upon his Soul was poured Festatic pleasures through the same were showred Seas of delight unutterably sweet Love-Extasies his Soul together greet So that he was quite overcome of
dead the Soul then flyes To Heav'n and not before above the Skie To such whose Breasts are with such thoughts implete I shall and in a word this Answer â—it Paul was alive and yet to Heav'n he flew Where he such wondrous mysteries did view That as they were unutterable so They were not fit â—or to be told below The Patriarch Aenoch walk'd with God and there Is Heaven doubtless where he doth appear In Love and Glory so Aelias went To Heav'n before his mortal Spirits were spent But such whose thoughts are thus do heaven tye Unto a place above the starâ—y Sky Such don't believe the Scriptures which declare That also they within Man seated are Indeed th' Aeternal Heav'ns are boundless they In Man and out of Man themselves display I say they 're boundless for the God of Blisse Is boundles and they are where e're he is Nay Heav'n though strange it seem is too in Hell And there doth as Lâ—ght doth in darkness dwell As Night cann't Day as Darkness cann't the Light So cann't Hell e'r comprehend the bright Aeternal Heav'n as 't cann't excluded be So not included by Demensity Did Man himself but truly throughly know He 'd find all Woâ—lds that are within Him flow Man 's a deep study and who Mâ—n doth see Truly and throughly knows all Worlds that be 'T is very true if Heaven only were Beyond the blew Seas of the starry Sphear Our Souls enchain'd below could never come Thither till they had left their fleshly home For that our Elemental Bodies are Too heavy to be carried so far But Aenoch walk'd with God on Earth and so May Man on Earth be and see Heav'n too O thou that gazeth on the Olympic Court Fancying beyond it the Majestic Port And Restful Haven of departed Souls Whose bredth extendeth unto either Poles Where mighty Mansions for the Saints do lye Spread over the vast and starry Canopye Carnal Conceits of splendid Palaces 〈◊〉 grosly Brain-deluded Images Did'st thou but know the Nature of a Soul Such fancyful Idea's thou'dst controul For nothing is more near than Heav'n to thee Wert thou not blind had'st thou but eyes to see The deeper into thy self dost go The nearer thou still Heav'n approachest to For what 's indeed a Souls departure hence But motion from the Circumference Unto the Centre let it Centre where It will or in the Light or darker Sphear Had'st thou a Poâ—er granted thee to flye Ten thousand tâ—mes as far beyond the Skie As it is to 't as far from Heaven thou Might'st be God's Seat I mean as thou art now Heav'n is spiritual yet real too So that our outward carnal Eyes cann't view Its Seat The Soul which is a Spirit may Yea whilst it's pris'ner in this house of Clay Though I confess this Clayie Vail is such That intervening it doth hinder much These outward eyes can nothing view but what Is gross material and Corporate Rather more truâ—y they do nothing view No more than the Perspective we look through Is said to see for 't is the eye so 't is The Soul and nothing else that views and sees What sees the Body when the Soul is fled The Organ still remains the same though dead Yet it no visive Power has for why The Soul once gone of no use is the eye So likewise 't is as plainly it appears The Soul that feels that smels that tasts that hears But now the Soul without a Body may Nor see nor hear touch tast or smell I say Mistake me not I pray I mean not now This Flesh and Blood this gross out-garment though For this indeed is as it were a foul Garment unto the Body of the Soul Which is its prison and the fruit which all Men bear of Adam's fell and fatal Fall For this Imagination did indue This Body when he put his mind into This extern Principle which once shall be Int 's Aether swallow'd to Aeternity Suppose you had a Robe of Lead made fit Unto your Body and that put in it Your Face and Hands all parts covered o're Against your eyes thick Glasses as before You could not see how dim the World would show How heavily should you then move and go Could you so nimbly scud across the Plain Or sprightly swim within the silver Main As you before did should a wedg of Steel Fall hard upon you should you not it feel And should your glass eyes stopped be with clay You could not then behold one glimpse of Day But should you freed be from that Prison then How fair and clear would all things show agen Just so 't is with the Soul a heavy foul Garment unto the Body of the Soul This fleshly Case is whilst it fouly decks It she doth labour under its defects And must be subject unto them then she If that the eyes be d'outed cannot see The outward World let any part of this Organic Body be but ought amiss She is afflicted with it by this tye Of flesh she thus endures misery But the Soul's Body is another thing Which in and through this fleshly Case doth spring Not to be seen with fleshly eyes so you May see the Sun but not that Body view Which gives it splendor so you view the flame But not that Body which Lives in the same For the true Elements they are not seen By eyes Corporeal 't is an outer Screen You view the Body of the Soul likewise From the unmixed Element doth rise This is the Body that to Heav'n doth flye Who gains this Body gains the Mysterie For thorow it he Heav'n may view though he In his corporeal Clayie House still be Who fixes this may there for ever dwell For he those Wonders views that Worlds excel 'T is in this Body that the Soul doth see Th' immortal Glories of Aeternity 'T is plain that all or most great Visions that The sacred Scriptures t' us do nominate Not with the outer were beheld but by The Heav'n-beholding and internal eye What outward Eye can see a Sp'rit unlesse He doth himself in t ' form and matter press What outer eye is able then to see The Form or glory of Heav'n's Majesty An Angel's fain to vail his splendid beams With some gross matter when himself it seems He will discover to th' extern eye of Man What extern Eye can see the Heav'n's glories then With what eye did Elisha's Man behold The fiery Host that did them safe enfold With what Eye was it that Ezeâ—iel spy'd That glorious Vision by clear Chebar's side With what Eye did he see Ierusalem When he in Chaldâ— captive did remain With what Eye was it that great Daniel saw Himself though then at Shushan at Aelai By what sight saw he when sleep seal'd his eyes The great Creator in th' Aeternal Skies And how could Steven with his outer eye See Iesus sitting in th' Aemperial Sky At God's right Hand You know the glorious Sun Which round this Orb in twice twelve
hours doth run By three times fifty and sixteen degrees Exceeds the World But who that Planet sees Deems him but smal How far beyond that Star As they account th' Emperial Heav'n's are You may imagine when the space they ' count 'Twixt Earth and the eighth Heav'n to surmount Sev'nteen hundred millions of Miles and more How vast a distance did Steven's eye therefore Behold our Saviour But that eye by which He say no bounds to it can distance pitch Paul's eyes were closed with what eye saw He The Glory then of Heav'n's bright Majesty Peter entranc'd was with what eye Beheld He then the sheet with clean and unclean fill'd And lastly with what Eye and with what Ear did divine Iohn in Patmos see and hear If thus the Eye may Heav'n see also The Body of that Eye may thither go It is not strange to them therefore that are Acquainted with true notions of that Sphear Wherein Iâ—hovâ—h and the Angels be That Man on Earth th' Aeternal Heav'n's may see For such do know how Souls abstracted may Be from their House of impediting clay And that whilst in their Bodies they remain May Heav'n by Faith not only here attain And be conversant in the highest Sphear Abstracted from the World though they dwell here But least because I here so stifly plead You should suppose I have been there indeed I will confess as ' counting it great shame To be accounted better than I am That I not worthy have accounted been O no I cleans'd am not am enough from Sin I am a Pilgrim and do thither wen Strong is my Faith I shall come there Amen! Assur'd I am although a very few Attâ—in whilst here on Earth this Court unto That here on Earth it may attained be Though Flesh and Blood impeed its clarity But you that ask me how I come to know Those things of Heaven which I here do show Since as I do confess I have not been There nor those myst'ries that I speak of seen Pray tell me also then how you come by Your knowledge of a Heav'n beyond the sky Were you e're there Yet confidently you Discribe the place affirm your notion true You 'l tell the Joys of everlasting Blisse Describe the Glory that in Heaven is And will you then if you did never see The place you speak of angry be with me For doing what your selves do daily do You say 't is UP to Heav'n and that is true And is 't not also INTO Heav'n you 'l grant That God's the Centre of all things and sha'nt The Centre which is inmost highest be Or Up or In it is all one to me But this I know that Heav'n and also Hell Though separate in every place do dwell Although as I confess I have not been In Heav'n nor there its spendid glories seen Yet I account it grace enough to be The Praecâ— of his heav'nly Majesty I may the Candle hold and light the way Into the place of everlasting Day I may the Mercury be to guide aright Caelestial Pilgrims with my glimmering sight We may see right unto the Mountain's top And point the way whilst we are getting up Unto our fellow-Travellers that they if faster go they can may see the Way We Joy if by our means aright they move Those that see more may thank us for our Love That upper Globe which you see pourtrai'd there Doth represent the high Eternal Sphear This is the highest Noblest brightest best The Glory Life and Centre of the rest The place of mighty Wonders the divine Seat of the sacred everlasting Trine The habitation of the blessed Saints Where glorious Angels spread their heav'nly Tents Where stands Mount Sion and the glorious Lamb Where is SOPHIA and Ierusalem This is the everlasting place of rest The Heav'n the habitation of the blest This Man may find in the deep Centre and How this through all devolveth understand Here is the spatious glassie Sea and the Crystalline Earth the Ayr of Purity The purest fire which conjoyn'd in one The matter is of the Caelestial Throne Of Everlasting Joyes This place it is The Empyreum and the Seat of Blisse GOD out of Nature Comprehended may Not be a Nothing so to us I say He seemeth but as he Himself doth show In the Eternal Forms of Nature so We apprehend him can The Father then Hath from Eternity begot the Son This Birth 's the Heart of God which ever was And though begot yet 't no beginning has From whence proceeds the sacred Spirit who From both begotten is Eternal too All three distinct in Person yet but One Aeternal GOD in a strict Union This is the Mysterie of the sacred Trine Which in this everlasting Orb doth shine But now the Father with a strong desire Thirsts for the Son from whence springs up a Fire Which Fire not reaching God's most sacred Heart Is full of Anguish Bitternesse and Tart. This is the Fire that inkindleth Hell Where all the damned and the Devils dwell But the same Fire when that sacred LOVE Or Heart of God it self to it doth move Strait blazeth forth into a meek and Bright Joy and desire of Aeternal Light This is the Light of Heav'n and pleasant Joy In which all Blisse is not the least annoy And thus O Reader if thou are not blind Heav'n's Blisse and Joy Hel's pain and torment find Thou wilt to come from one deep Root and even Perceive the true cause both of Hell and Heaven And thus thou seest how they together dwell Hell hid in Heav'n Heav'n in the midst of Hell And yet so great a Gulf between that they In Hell behold not the least glimpâ—e of Day Nor they in Heaven feel the least of wo Their separation's thus Eternal too Though Similies are too too base to shew This Mystery of Mysteries of Mysteries to you But that our weak and duller eyes may see More clear by them think on this Simile Take thou a lighted Tapor put it out The week thou ' lt see with Fire glow thr'owour From whence a stinking vapour and a Fume Displeasing to thy nosethrils fills the room The stinking glowing weik gives little light And the Fire far doth differ from a bright And burning Tapor Light the same and then Thou 'lt see the former darknesse fled agen Thou 'lt see a blaze which from the weik doth rise With a bright splendid Glory 'fore thine eyes Which Blaze without the Fire could not be made The Fire 's without that blaze a deady shade The Heat and Light distinct and several be Though joyntly they do in the blaze agree Nor can the 〈◊〉 without the Heat have being But joyntly in 〈…〉 agreeing They make that Glory brighter than the Gold Which in a lighted Taâ—or we behold But Heav'n's splendrâ—â—â— Light doth not contain Such scorching heat as 〈◊〉 such Lâ—ghâ—â— remain The Application's very 〈◊〉 'T is â—ven Thus 'twixt the Fire of â—ell and Light of
Heaven For the first Principle alone makes Hell But Heaven when the Second in 't doth dwell The first is to the second even as The Fire which makes the glowing weik to blaze From whence proceeds the Light the Ioy the Blisse That in the high Aeternal Heaven is Here in this Sphear those mighty Wonders be Which 〈◊〉 the sporting of the Deity Themselves disâ—lay Wonders indeed they are Which do exceed Man's comprehension far Here'tis that God himself t' himself displays From whence the sence arises up in â—oys A thousand thousand things for aye arise AEternal Waters and Eternal Sâ—ies Hence Paradâ—â—e and the internal Orbs Do cloath themselves in their illustrous Garbs Should all the Stars for Counters serve they were Too few to number all the Wonders here Whilst I am wrap'd in meditating them I am amaz'd amazement stops my Pen. Here Loves and Glories do unite in one Here is that three-times sacred Union 'Twixt God and Man betwixt the Deity And the immaculate Humanity From whence the Lillies and the Wonders grow From whence the Joyes of Love and Blisse do flow This is the marriage of the sacred Lamb The Soul returneth here from whence it came With the additions of Aeternal Blisse SOPHIA to the Soul united is The Soul to Her the virgin Body here Such are the Joyes and Blisses of this Sphear Man of all Worlds is an Aepitomy And with all Worlds that are he doth agree Ah why should th' outward Captivate him so As he the rest should not so truly know That ah pâ—epostrous th' outward World should have Most rule in Him and all the rest in slave Or hide them from his eyes so deeply that He thinks those Worlds and He are separate The outer Case of Flesh doth represent The outer world in which the others vent Themselves th' internal worlds themselves do spread About the Heart th' Eternal in the Head So are they plac'd in Man and so they be In th' inner ground as all the Wise do see All outer pleasures of the World do stretch Themselves but to the Flesh and do but reach The outer sences Carnal pleasures flow In lower Regions and are left below Th' internal worlds are open'd in the Breast There Paradise and all its Joys exprest Are there likewise the darker Worlds harsh source It self in Anguish and in pain doth force The sence of feeling lyeth in that part And Paradise doth open in the Heart But what from this Eternal Sphear is shown Within the Centre of the Head 's made known For there the eye and ear are manifest To which all sights and heav'nly sounds exprest Are all the Wonders of this higher Sphear When they are shown are manifested there This is a Mist'ry unto those that know No other Worlds but this out world below But to our Pilgrim let us now return Whose progress shall to those who will not spurn The Truth make known some Myst'ries of this Sphear Which may be shown but those that thus appear For scorners sakes a little vail'd must be And yet our Vailes are made of Tiffany So that an Eye not altogether blind The sence and meaning of our words may find Our happy Pilgrim who in Paradise In Blisse and pleasure in Love's bosom lies Feeling those pleasures that do scorn annoy And breathing in the Fire of purest Joy Doth Heav'n already as it were possess Seated in Blisse and crown'd with Happinesse But Love's immortal Prince doth now relate To him the glory of an higher state He being fitted by the Prince of Love For this ascension now must farther Move O here it lyes not in the Will of Man For one step selfly forward move he can Not here it must be Iesus he alone Conveighs the Soul to this Caelestial Throne Who whilst 't is wholly passive swiftly whurl'd Is in Love's Coach into th' Eternal World The silver Clouds of Paradise do meet In a Conjunction and at Iesu's feet Conspire who with the Pilgrim back those clear Clouds mounting thence into th' Eternal Sphear But e're the Pilgrim went the Graces all Approaching him into his Lap let fall Their Royal bounties all desiring He T' accept those small Presents would pleased be For by their virtue he his subjects might Rule seated in his Royal Throne aright FAITH gave her golden Shield beset with Gemnis Whose sight Hel's mighty Monarch fears it seems As much as Mortals did that Buckler dread On which was pourtray'd curs'd Medusa's Head For when so e're he spies that glorious Shield Screeching and howling he deserts the Field A golden Anchor he receiv'd from HOPE Which not the force of Hell could e'r pull up When once 't was fix't upon the Billows ride He safely could and all Hel's storms abide Without the least of Danger and by this In mid'st of Stormes h' in mist of safety is ZEAL brought a Sword whose hilt with glittering Gold Shan from whose two-edg'd blade flames sprightly rold The Stygian Princes flesh no Weapon but This terrible two-edged Sword can cut This is the Sword of the bless'd Spirit and Hell for his furies can its force withstand A Royal Miter profer'd PIETY Which Crown'd the Pilgrim's royal brows on high The Helmet of Salvation it was O'relaid with Gold and fram'd of solid Brass Which all Hel's Thunderbolts could never pierce Nor all his shafts though they were ne'r so fierce COURAGE a Breast-plate gave of solid Steel Through which he Hel's black Arrows could not feel Of Righteousness it was whose shining glass Retorted Hel's black shafts into his face So that the more he seeks to wound his foes The more by 's own shafts shall his damage grow True IOY a Royal Robe presented where All Paradise's flowers embossed were Love fram'd the stuff and Innocency wrought Into true True-Love-Knots all that Ioy brought This Robe could not defiled be with sin If Hell flings Durt on 't it fals off ag'en An upright Staff UPRIGHTNESS gave for guide A golden pair of Compâ—sses beside By which all Actions measur'd ought to be Beyond whose bounds his steps ought not to flee Whilst by that Staff and Compasses he goes Hell nor the World did dare his Way oppose TRUTH she presented him the sacred Writ In which he might behold all things that fit Were to be done and what to be eschew'd HUMILITY a Van to sift the Proud Actions and Thoughts to sift the Chaff and the Cockle from the bright Wheat of Purity OBEDIENCE a silvet wheel presented By which all adverse Thoughts to be tormented Were and all Actions that did Rebels prove Unto the Laws and Crown of sacred Love By which close-grinding Wheel the flowr was ta'ne From the enclosure of the fruitless Bran. But RESIGâ—ATION gave a golden Crosse In which contain'd was not one grain of dross Love's glorious badge where all Opposers dy'd And where all humane Wills were crucifi'd A Crosse on which who hung were mounted ev'n From Death to Life from Earth to highest Heav'n 〈◊〉 WISDOM gave a
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