A ♡ DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORDS IVDGEMENT BY Sr. WILLIAM ALEXANDER KNIGHT AH Printed by ANDRO HART and are to be solde at his shop on the North-side of the high Street a litle beneath the Crosse ANNO DOM 1614 TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE ROBERT Viscount Rochester Knight of the most noble order of the Garter and one of his Majesties most honourable priuy Councell THAT the World may haue some publicke testimonie of that priuat loue which your Vertues long since had begotten with my thoughts my Lord this is a small sparke flowne from a great Flame towardes you whose glory is that you onely of all the subjects of this Isle haue the Altar of your honour adorned with offrings from both the Nations in this kind as if your Worth were the Center where both our affections should meete making an vnion in minds a course both worthy of the credite of your place and of your estimation with the world Who more great with Augustus then Mecoenas none so great with the Muses This subject may be thought by some of too melancholicke a Nature for your youth and state but yet is vnnecessarie for neither it may serue for that Macedonians Page who vsed euery Morning to call to him PHILIP thou must die though not so importunatly vrging yet when looked on it is a dumbe remembrer both of death judgement of all what was in the World of what is likely to be when it ends But long may you liue your Fortune still striuing to equall your Worth your Worth to exceed your Fortune and the World to admire both both being ripe before your yeares This for the present is but like vnripe fruits an imperfect piece wrested from a mind many wayes distracted involued in doubtfull designes the successe of some whereof I hope hereafter hauing purchased me fame from the World who for that effect will leaue no way of worth within the compasse of my power vnattempted may make me the more able to communicat it with another for none can giue what he hath not himselfe alwayes I purpose when my mind is more calme to end this Worke but neuer that desire which I haue To serue your Honour S. WILLIAM ALEXANDER To. Sr. W. A. LIKE Sophocles the hearers in a trance With Crimson Cothurne on a stately Stage If thou march forth where all with pompe doth glance To moue the Monarches of the Worlds first Age Or if like Phoebus thou thy Selfe aduance All bright with sacred Flames known by Heauēs Badge To make a Day of Dayes which scornes the Rage Whilst when they end it what should come doth Scance Thy Phoenix-Muse still wing'd with VVonders flies Praise of our Brookes Staine to old Pindus Springs And who thee follow would scarce with their Eyes Can reach the Spheare where thou most sweetlie sings Though string'd with Starres Heauēs Orpheus Harpe enrolle More worthy Thine to blaze about the Pole WILLIAM DRVMMOND A DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF the Lordes Iudgement The first Houre THE ARGVMENT GOD by his workes demonstratiuely prou'd His Prouidence impugning Atheisme vrg'd The Deuills from Heauen from EDEN Man remou'd Of guiltie Guestes the World by water purg'd Who never sinn'd to die for Sinne behou'd Those who him scourg'd in Gods great wrath are scourg'd Some temporall Plagues and feareful Iudgements past Are cited bere as Figures of the last 1 THou of whose Power not reach'd by Reasōs hight The Sea a Drop we Earth a Mote may call And for whose Trophees stately to the sight The Azure Arke was rear'd although too small And from the Lamp of whose most glorious light The Sunne a sparke weake for weake eyes did fall Breath thou a heauenly Furie in my brest I sing the SABBOTH of eternall rest 2 Though All in all defin'd by nought confin'd O thou whose Feet the Cloudes for Dust afford Whose Voyce the Thunder and whose Breath the Wind Whose Foot-stoole Earth Seate Heauen Workes of thy Word Guards Hostes of Angels mouing by thy Mind Whose Weapons Famin Tempest Pest and Sword My cloudy Knowledge by thy Wisdome cleare And by my Weaknesse make thy Power appeare 3 Loe rauish'd LORD with pleasure of thy Loue I feele my Soule enflam'd with sacred Fires Thy Iudgements and thy Mercies whilst I moue To publish to the World my Spirit aspires LORD by thy Helpe this Enterprise approue That the Successe may second my Desires Make Sathans race to tremble at my liues And Thine rejoyce while as thy Glory shines 4 Yee blinded Soules who euen in Frailtie trust By moments Pleasures earning endlesse Paine Whilst charg'd with liuing Chaines vile Slaues to Lust Of Earth and earthly till en-earthd againe Heare hold and weigh my Words for once yee must The strange Effects of what I tell sustaine I go to Sing or Thunder in your Eares A Heauen of comfort or a Hell of feares 5 All my transported Thoughts at randone flie As stray'd to search that which they can not find Whilst silent Wondring makes a settled Eye A huge Amazement clouded hath my Mind How some dare scorne as if a fabulous Lie That Those should rise whom Death hath once declin'd And like to Beastes a beastly Life they leade Who nought attend saue Death when they are dead 6 But yet what I admir'd not strange doth seeme When as I heare O Heauens that such should breath That there be Men if Men we may esteeme Tronkes which are voyde of Soules Soules voyde of Faith Who all this World the Worke of Fortune deeme Not hoping Mercy nor not fearing Wraith There is no GOD Fooles in their Harts do say Yet make their Harts their Gods and them obey 7 The glassie Heauens which Glory doth array Are Mirrours of GODS admirable Might There whence forth spreads the Night forth springs the Day He fixt the Fountaines of this temporall light Where stately Starres enstall'd some stand some stray All sparkes of his great Power though small yet bright By what none vtter can no not conceaue All of GODS Glory Shaddowes may perceaue 8 What glorious Lights through crystall Lanternes glance As alwayes burning with their Makers loue Spheares keep one Musicke they one Measure dance Like Influence below like Course aboue And all by Order led not drawne by Chance With Majestie as still in Triumph moue And prodigall of light seeme showting thus Looke vp all Soules and gaze on GOD through vs. 9 This pondrous Masse though oft deform'd still faire Great in our sight yet then a Starre more small Is ballanc'd as a Mote amidst the Aire None knowes how hung yet to no side doth fall And yearely springs growes ripe fades falls rich bare Mens Mother first still Mistresse yet their Thrall It centers Heauens Heauens compasse it both breed Bookes where of GOD the gnorant may reed 10 What ebbes flowes swells and sinkes who constant keepes Which from the Earth burstes in aboundance out As she her Brood would wash or for them weepes
made The World a Tenniscourt the Rackets Fates Great Kings are Balls when GOD will tosse their States 85 To them whom GOD to do Great things doth chuse He generous Mindes and noble Thoughts imparts And doth in them all Qualities infuse That are requyr'd to act Heroick parts Of Matters base then making others muse He breakes their spirits and vilifies their Hearts As Greatnesse still a gallant Mind preceeds A staggering Courage Fortunes fall succeeds 86 The glancing Glory dazeled euery Eye Of Greece and Rome made all the Muses song On both the Wings of Worth which forth did flie By Valour rais'd borne vp on learning long But now both base in abject Bondage lie Whose Brood proues now as Faint as once thought Strong That with their Empyres made their Enemies Spoyles Their Spirits seeme too transferr'd to forraine Soyles 87 For Nations once which strangers were to Fame On whom as Monsters Ciuill Lands did gaise Those who in scorne did them Barbarians name Do now surpasse in all which Merits praise Thus Glories Throne is made the Seate of Shame Who were obscure do Honour highest raise Nought constant is below no not true Worth It melted South and freezes in the North. 88 What Heart not quakes when as it doth record The Vengeance huge inflicted whyles below Not onely Gentiles thus being then abhorr'd High indignation justlie did ou'rthrow That Heritage long labour'd by the LORD Which as his Portion he would onlie owe As loath'd for Sinne or for Repentance lou'd GODS Minion whyles a Strangers Slaue whyles prou'd 89 By monstrous Plagues GOD did his power expresse In Nilus Bounds which yet admir'd remaines The subtill Sorcerers forcing to consesse That his owne Finger pointed out their paines The Seas retir'd would not his Will transgresse Till Squadrons march'd vpon their Virgin Plaines He gloriously triumph'd ou'r Pharaos Hoste What Israell sau'd that the Egyptians lost 90 GOD Wonders made not strange to Jacobs brood When their great Iourney boldly was begunne Ouer them a Cloud by Day by Night Fyre stood A guide a guard a shadow and a Sunne Rockes vomited a Flood Heauens rain'd downe Food Canaan was miraculouslie wonne Their Armes did Armies spoyle huge Giants kill Weake blasts breath'd walls the Sun as charm'd stood still 91 But who can thinke and trust trust not admire That those Ingrate to such a GOD could proue Who oft had seene aboue their owne Desire By Wonders Power by Benefits his Loue Yet They prouok'd the Holy One to Ire And did the Mighties Indignation moue Till as abhorr'd the Land did spue Them forth And Jordans Glory grac't Euphrates Worth 92 That Realme the Worlds first Froth and now the Lees Of which for Israell Angels Hostes had slaine The Lord transplanting Men as Men do Trees It Israell made a Captiue to remaine The stately Temple nought from ruine frees Whose sacred Vessels Ethnickes did prophane Yet all turn'd back by a repenting Faith Sole Mortalls Teares quench the Immortalls Wrath. 93 And yet of all the Workes which GOD hath wrought None more to stray Opinions course permittes Then our Saluation offred vrg'd not sought At which who highest aymes the Trueth worst hittes What was contemn'd a pretions Treasure bought A Mysterie surmounting Vulgar Wittes The Worker not the Worke must moue our Mindes Celestiall Secrets Faith not Reason findes 94 O who could looke for Glory from the Dust Or for a Sauiour fettred in the Graue The Power which wrought it must giue Power to trust This Iudgetnent else all Iudgements will deceaue O Iustice mercifull O Mercy just He lost his best Belou'd his Foes to saue And euen to suffer suffer did his Sonne The Victorie ouer Hell is hardly wonne 95 The Word was Flesh the God-head dwelt with Men Inuisible yet subject to the Sight He whom no Bounds could bound was bounded then Whilst earthly Darknesse clouded heauenly Light Birds had their Nests and euery Beast a Den Yet had he nought who did owe All of right No Kind of Thing the wicked World could moue Not Wonders done below Words from aboue 96 Those Wonders then which sacred Writes record Did Some conuert A Multitude amaze What did not GODS own Word do by a Word Lame ran Deafe heard Dumb spake Deuils fled Dead raise Of seruants Servant whilst of Lords the LORD Did seeke but his own Paine Mans Good GODS Praise To marie Heauen with Earth He first beganne GOD without Mother without Father Man 97 Who neuer did beginne He would beginne That Life 's chiefe Fountaine might of Life be reau'd The Innocent would beare the Weight of Sinne That by his Sufferings Sinners might be sau'd Yet that which GOD must giue and none can winne Though offred freely many not receau'd Whilst on a Tree CHRIST gain'd when tortur'd most What by a Tree for Pleasure Adam lost 98 The Worlds great Iudge was judg'd and Worldlings stood Euen glorious Glory glorying to disgrace They damn'd as Euill the Author of all Good Though Death of Death who vnto Death gaue Place Ah for our Ransome offring vp his Blood Huge was the Warre he had ro make our Peace The Heire of Heauen daign'd to descend to Hell That in the Heauen Hell-worthy Men might dwell 99 The Father saw the Sonne surcharg'd with Woe Yet would to Calme his Griefe no Fauour show For Man could not refound nor GOD forgoe That Debt which the first Man did justly ow CHRIST as a GOD could not haue suffred so Nor haue as Man preuaild but both below He Men most grac'd when Men him most disgrac'd Iustice and Mercy mutually embrac'd 100 VVhen GOD confirm'd with many fearefull Wonder The great Worke which was wrought for them he lou'd Heauen clad with Darknesse mourn'd Earth sob'd asunder Thus Creatures wanting Sence were highly mou'd VVho should haue had had none nor could not ponder VVhat did import the Anguish which he prou'd But of his Torments strange which did abound Ah Mans Ingratitude did deepest wound 101 O wicked off-spring of a Godly Syre VVho saw the Sauiour of the VVorld arise That which your Fathers did so oft desire Yet could not get that which you did despise VVho Mercy mock'd prepare your selues for Ire He liues he liues whose Death you did deuise His Blood not spent in vaine must wash or drowne Those whome it cannot cleanse it shall sincke downe 102 To rest on them and Theirs Iewes who did cry For CHRISTS contemned Blood had what they sought Then Blood no Burden with more VVeight doth lie Euen as they his so was their Ou'rthrovv vvrought They by the Romane Povver did make Him die And them the Romane Povver to Ruine brought VVhilst for their Cause GOD euery Thing had curst Romes mildest Emperour prou'd for them the VVorst 103 Ierusalem the Faire IEHOV AHS Loue Repudiated by disdainfull VVrath A bastard Race did beare vvhom Nought could moue A vile Adultresse violating Faith Then did the VVorlds Delight her Terrour proue And Harmes perform'd foretold by sacred Breath Nought
hight That the last part on this Worlds Stage was shown Else to vpbraid as a prodigious sight Them who did haste what bent to haue ouer-thrown And others all thus rais'd more glad do ryse Of Soules birth once then of their Bodies thryse 106 There come those two from whence no Flesh can know Yet not more soone then whom fraile Eyes saw dead Of which as Types one to each World did show That Mortalls might be straight Immortall made Grosse Bodies mount and some Death not ouerthrow A Laberinth whence Nature none can lead In most euill tymes most good to be mark'd so Those did from hence mans common Way not go 107 That godly man by GOD judg'd Iust to be Translated was that he might not see Death Being Death to him his LORD despis'd to see Whilst poysond with vile Mens blasphemous Breath Or else at last from Pangs and Horrours free He priuiledg'd from all the signes of Wrath Did part not die from Sinne not Life estrang'd Soules must remoue else haue their lodging chang'd 108 Whilst him saue GOD who ought disdain'd to feare Vile Baals Scourge of Kings who scorn'd the Ire With flamming Steeds a burning Coach did beare The Wind being Wagoner an Angell Squire Twix this grosse Globe and the celestiall Spheare Zeale did triumph euen as it fought with Fyre That Heauen and Earth both might his Glory know As earst his Toyles when but contemn'd below 109 As where he liue or lyes to turne or stay To dispute easie is hard to conclude The LORD perchance committed him to Clay As one with whom He on Mount Tabor stood Else not dissolu'd but changd when borne away And some thinke kept apart yet to do good For without all no Saints perfected be The Maide-borne-bodie so Heauens onely see 110 A loude Alarme still doubling from aboue The Word Eternall may make Breath abound All this vaste Circuit doth a Trumpet proue Whose Concaue wastes not but maintaines the sound At the first blast nought else saue it did moue As drearie Silence had prepard the ground But till all Eares be fill'd it higher swells A horrid Echo roaring from the Hells 111 Those guiltie Soules what further comfort shields From sleepe whose Conscience with the Bodie stares Then when they see as Grasse ouer all the fields Men grow about them O what frozen Hearts Earth labour'd long a Monstrous Haruest yeelds Which straight Heauens Husband loe grindes sifts and parts Who can but thinke how such endure this sight And yet what they attend makes it seeme light 112 He who them hates that he should others grace Both Grief and Enuie tortures them at once Of two who rest companions in one place One pleas'd doth joy the other desp'rat moues One parts as pointed for Eternall Peace The other sign'd for paine stayes howles and grones Thus of the Godlies good the first degree Is from the wicked that they parted be 113 Those Creatures who still sound did neuer fall That fatall Summons do no sooner heare Then those whom it forth from the Dust doth call Where they had slept euen manie a hundreth yeare Soules lodgings thus which had bene ruin'd all Straight builded then first perfect do appeare The Iust they first the Reprobat last moue Which bide below whilst others flie aboue 114 Those Temples then which not dissolu'd still stay A Mysterie difficult to conceaue All debt of death not dying shall defray The other life being com'de ere this them leaue The Bodies then all frailtie burn'd away Being quintessenc'd new qualities receaue Which though still quicke yet in their Sinnes being dead Ere mortall prou'd shall be Immortall made 115 If oft to gaze a multitude remaines To hold his Court whilst it some Prince attends Who still being mette with many stately Traines Doth make a Musters of imagin'd friends As by small Brookes a Flood swolne when it raines Till that on him it seemes the World depends That Pomp to all a reuerent aw imparts And strykes with Terrour Malefactours Hearts 116 Thinke with what glory CHRIST must wondring wonne Whilst thundring Terrour and yet lightning Grace He might come clad with Starres crown'd with the Sunne But to his brightnesse such as base giue place His court at first of heauenly Hostes begunne From hence enlarg'd is in a litle space O what strange noyce doth all the World rebound Whilst Angells sing Saints shout and Trumpets sound 117 My rauish'd Soule transcending Reasons reache So earnest is to surfet on this sight That it disdaines what may high thoughts empeach Whilst mounting vp to Contemplations hight Which flight so farre doth passe the power of speech That only Silence can pursue it right And that my Spirit may be refresh'd that way It must a space amidst dombe Pleasures stray FINIS
Apostasie applauded all Then to vsurpe Heauens Throne did bend their care So hasting on the Horrour of their fall Whose traitrous Head made lyke a Whoore that strayes His burning Beauties prodigall of Rayes 48 Whil'st vainlie puft vp with preposterous Aymes He euen from GOD his Treasure stryn'd to steale The Angels good Those not deseruing Names With sacred Ardour boldly did appeale Their Eyes shot Lightning and their Breath smoak'd Flames As rauish'd with GODS loue burnt vp with Zeale All listed vp their Flight their Voyce their Hands Then sang GODS Praise rebuk'd rebellious Bands 49 This Mutinie a monstrous Tumult bred The place of Peace being plenish'd thus with Armes Bright Michael forth a glorious Squadron led Which forc'd the Fiends to apprehend their harmes The Lights of Heauen lookt pale Clouds thundering shed Windes roaring Trumpets bellow'd lowd Alarmes Thinke what was fain'd to be at Phloegra bounds Of this a shadow Echoes but of sounds 50 O damned Dog who in a happie State Could not thy Selfe would not haue Others byde Sinne Death and Hell thou opened first their Gate Ambitions Bellowes Fountaine of all pryde Who Force in Heauen in Paradise Deceat On Earth vs'd both a Traitour alwayes try'd O first the Ground still guilty of all Euils Since whom GOD Angels made thou made them Deuils 51 When them He view'd whose Power nought can expresse To whose least Nod the Greatest things are thral Although his Word his Looke his Thought or lesse Might them haue made Dust Aire or what more small Yet he their pryde though purpos'd to represse Grac'd by a Blow disdain'd to let them fall But them reseru'd for more opprobrious strypes As first of Sinne still of his Iudgements Types 52 Those scorned Riuals GOD would Iudge not fight And then Themselues none else more fit could find Brands for his Rage whilst flamming at the hight To cleare their Knowledge it with Terrour shin'd Whose guilty Weaknesse match'd with his pure Might Did freeze with Horrour each amazed Mind Their Conscience kindled who from GOD rebell Hell first is plac'd in Them then They in Hell 53 That damned Crue GOD hauing spy'd a space First lightning Lookes then thundred forth those Words Woods for my Wrath that haue abus'd my Grace As once of Light of Darkenesse now be LORDS Where Order is since forfaiting your place Passe where Confusion euery thing affords And vse your spight by pyning and being pyn'd Not Angels no Do EVIZS as Deuils design'd 54 If with Great things we Small things may compare Or with their Maker things which haue bene made As when the Falcon fierce soares through the Aire The litle feathred Flocks foll downe as dead As Darknesse flies Heauen like a Bryde lookes faire When Phoebus forth doth fyrie Coursers lead Like some Bryde-grome bent for his wedding place Or lyke a mighty Man to runne his race 55 Euen so as Lightning flashing from the Skie Doth die as it descends gone with a glance More fast then follow could a Thought or Eye Heauens banish'd Rebels fell downe in a trance Then abject Runnagats ouer all did flie As seeking out some place to hide their Chance O what a deadly Storme did then beginne When Heauen rain'd Deuils to drown the World with Sinne 56 That Forge of Fraud Euils Center Spheare of Pryde From Blisse aboue whom GODS owne Breath had blowne He who his Strength in Heauen in vaine had try'de As Dogs byte stones for him who hath them thrown GODS Image did pursue in Adam spy'de And did despite his state despise his owne It neuer ended yet which then beganne His Hate towards GOD his Enuy vnto Man 57 Ere tainted first with that twyse fatall Cryme Then Adam liv'd more blest then can be thought Babe Infant Chylde Youth Man all at one tyme Form'd in perfection hauing need of nought To Paradise preferr'd from abject slyme A graine of Earth to rule it all was brought Him to content whilst all things did contend GOD walk'd and talk'd with him as with his Friend 58 Then of his pleasures to heap vp the store GOD Euah form'd adorn'd with Beauties rare Such as none since a Woman did decore Thinke what it is to be perfectly faire And then imagine her euen much then more She principall the rest but Pictures are No hight of words can her Perfections hit The Worke was matchlesse as the Worke-mans Wit 59 The Worlds first Father what huge Ioyes did fill Whilst Prince of Paradise from trouble free The fairest Creature entertain'd him still No Riuall was he could not Iealous be Being onely wretch'd in hauing all his Will And yet discharg'd the tasting of one Tree Let one haue all things good abstract some Toy That Want more grieues then all he hath giues Ioy. 60 Through Edens Garden stately Euah stray'd Where beauteous Flowres her Beauties back reglanc'd By Natures selfe and not by Art array'd Which pure not blushing boldly were aduanc'd With dangling Haires the wanton Zephyrs playd And in rich Rings their floting Gold enhanc'd All things concurr'd which pleasure could incite So that she seem'd the Center of Delight 61 Then could she not well thinke who now can tell What banqueted her sight with objects rare Birds striu'd for her whose Songs should most excel The odoriferous Flowres perfum'd the Aire Yet did her Breath of all most sweetly smell Not then distemper'd with intemperate faire No mixtures strange compos'd corrupting food All naturally was sweet all simplie good 62 But ah when she the Apples faire did spie Which since reseru'd were thought to be the best Their preciousnesse suppos'd enflam'd to trie By being discharg'd she lookt where they did rest Luxuriously abandon'd to the Eye Swolne languishing like those vpon her Brest Ah Curiousnes first Cause of all our ill And yet the Plague which most torments vs still 63 On them she doubtfull earnestly did gaise The Hand being oft aduanc'd and oft drawn bak Her State and Beautie entring thus to praise Whilst subtle Sathan in a Serpent spake Your State is high you may it higher raise And may as Gods your Selues Immortall make This precious Fruit GOD you forbids to eate Lest knowing Good and Euill you match his State 64 Those fatall Fruits which poyson'd were with Sinne She hauing tasted made her Husband proue What could not Words of such a Sirene winne O Wo to Man that Woman thus can moue He Him to hide his Falls first Course did rinne VVhom Knowledge now had learn'd to loth and loue Death from that Tree did shoot through Shaddowes dark His Rest an Apple Beautie was his Marke 65 Thus Good and Euill they learn'd to know by this But Ah the Good was gone the Euill to be VVhen They so monstrously had done amisse They Clothing sought poore Shift from Shame to free Loe the first Fruits of Mortalls Knowledge is Their Nakednes and Miserie to see Thus Curiousnes to Knowledge is the Guide And it to Miserie all Toyles when tri'de 66 Marke Adams answere when his
Earth more earthlie proue 58 Whyles in some parts whose Ruines Fame renownes In indignation of her sinfull Seede As Men should do their Eyes the Earth GOD drownes Which those to plague who the first cause did breede Doth vomit Mountaines and doth swallow Townes The Worlds Foundation brangling lyke a Reede Whilst with pale Hearts the panting People thinke That Hell will rise or that the Heauen will sinke 59 One Earth-quake toss'd the Turkes imperiall Heade Dayes sensible but violent some Houres Till in that Towne a monstrous Breach was made As charg'd at once by all the damned Powers I know not whether buried first or deade Troupes seem'd to striue in falling with their Towers Whilst those who stood all trembling did attend That all the World at least themselues should end 60 Twix Rome and Naples once in Enuies Eye What stately Townes did the Worlds Conquerours found Which now we not no not their Ruines spye Being laide more low then leuell with the Ground They with all theirs en-earth'd by Earth-quakes lye Whose Stones drawn downe where Darknesse doth abound Lyke Sisiphus perchance a number roulles Else Dis builds Doungeons for the damned Soulles 61 Late neere those Parts whose Ruines men admire Where Wealth superfluous idle Wonders wrought An Earth-quake strange amazement did acquire A Plaine conceau'd and forth a Mountaine brought Which diuerse dayes disgorged Flammes of Fire And Stones whose Substance was consum'd to nought Hells Fire it seem'd which as GODS Wrath still lights Grown great flamm'd forth vp-braiding Sinners sights 62 Last in this Land our Eyes saw one of late Whose Terrour from some Mindes rests not remou'd Then any else as strange though not so great Not violent but vniuersall prou'd As if of Natures Course the threatned Date All at one Houre this Kingdome trembling mou'd The olde State loathing longing for a new Earth leapes for joy as ready to renew 63 But ah who wakes when rock'd is all this Round Or stryues to stand though euen the Earth thus starts Though GOD doth tosse this Ball till it rebound Who least it part from his Corruption parts Ah that the World so senselesse should be found Both Heauen and Earth do shake but not Mens Hearts Since for his Word the World disdaines to bow Dumbe Creatures do denounce GODS Iudgements now 64 I thinke the Earth by such strange Throwes would tell How much she doth her present State despise Or else all those who in her Bowells dwell Do rouze themselues as readie now to rise Her Bellie thus growne Big doth seeme to swell As one whose Trauell soone should her sur-prise And yet her Brood she Viper-like must free Whose Course must end when Theirs beginnes to be 65 As GOD that Day of Doome striues to make known By Monstrous Signes which may amaze the Mind That Iudgement Great by Iudgements is fore-shown Whilst all the Weapons of his Wrath haue shin'd That others may whilst some rest thus ouer-thrown Stand in the fornace of Affliction fin'd For still the Wretched most Religious proue And oft Examples more then Doctrine moue 66 The Sword of GOD shall once be drunke with Blood And Surfette on the Flesh of thousands slaine Of those who following Euill do flee from Good And scorning CHRIST professe to be prophane From GODS Wine-presse of Wrath shall flow a Flood Which shall with Blood their Horses Bridles staine None may abide nor yet can flie his sight When arm'd with Vengeance GOD doth thundring fight 67 When Father-like GOD chastising his Child Plagu'd alt the Subjectes for their Soueraignes Crime What Thousands then were from the World exild Euen in three Dayes so soone turnes Flesh to Slyme The Earth made waste Men had no more defild Had but one Angell warr'd a litle Time Since by GODS Word the World did made remaine Lesse then his Looke may ruine it againe 68 The Pestilence of Wrath chiefe Weapon thought Which of all Plagues the PLAGVE is onely cald As if All else respecting it were nought It hath so much the Minds of Men appald That Wound by GODS owne Hande seemes only wrought Whose mediat Meanes scarse rest to Reason thrald That which we not conceaue admire we must And in GODS Power aboue our Knowledge trust 69 That poyson'd Dart whose Power none can gaine-stand GOD rarely vs'd in time of greatest Wrath And had it once but brangled in his Hand All trembling stood as twixt the Iawes of Death Then now it selfe the Fame more fear'd this Land Of this great Frensie which infects the Breath A thing thought strange by Habit homely proues What first all Griefe at last all Sense remoues 70 Once in one Age few Dayes and in few Parts The Pest some People to Repentance vrg'd And did with Terrour strike the strongest Harts Whilst his Vine-yard the Heauens great Husband purg'd The Quier of whose Wrath did raine down Darts By which of late what Kingdome was not scourg'd So that Men now not feare that VVhip of GOD Like Boyes oft beaten which contemne the Rod. 71 Lo in this stately Ile admir'd so much What Prouince no what Towne hath not bene pind By that abhorr'd Disease which strikes who touch Whilst Byles the Body Madnesse swells the Mind Ah of some Townes the Anguish hath bene such That All all Hope of safetie had resign'd Whilst Friendes no Comfort gaue no no Reliefe The Sicknesse only not the Death bred Griefe 72 This raging Ague bursts so vgly out Till Men of those whom they loue best are dread Then Danger all in euery thing do doubt Men by the Plague made Plagues as Plagues are fled And are with Horrour compass'd round about When that Contagion through the Aire is spred The Air which first our Breath abus'd doth staine It poyson'd so but Poysons vs againe 73 What thing more wretched can imagin'd be Then is the Towne where once the Botch abounds There not one Sense rests from some Burden free Three doe infect and Two though pure beare Wounds Oft in one Hole Heapes thrown at once we see As where to burie Men fear'd Want of Bounds Yea whilst in Plaintes they spend their plaguie Breath Of all things which are fear'd the least is Death 74 Death whilst no Drogue this Feuers Force ou'rthrowes Oft ere the Patient the Physition claimes The Aire they draw their Heate still higher blowes Till euen what should refresh thus most enflames Of damned Soules the State their Torment showes Who gnash their Teeth as cold whilst Fire enflames And twix their Paines this Difference only winnes Death endes the One the Other but beginnes 75 To plague those Parts where CHRISTS own Troupes do dwell The Angell which destroyes hath most bene bent That whom Words could not moue Wounds may compell Ere Ruine come in Time now to repent By Paine on Earth made thinke of Paine in Hell As this they flie that That they may preuent What can discourage those whome CHRIST doth loue To whom Euill Good Griefe Ioy Death Life doth proue 76 Where
we should alwayes fight the Heauen to gaine By Prayers Plaintes and charitable Deedes To raise vp Earth on Earth our Strength we straine So base a Courage worldly Honour breedes This doth prouoke the Darts of GODS Disdaine By which of some the wounded Conscience bleedes All headlongs runne to Hell whose Way is euen But by a narrow Path are drawn to Heauen 77 Of Vengeance now the Store-house opned stands O what a Weight of Wrath the World now beares Through Terrour straight why tremble not all Lands When GOD in Rage aThrone of Iustice reares And pours down Plagues whilst brandishing his Brands The Pest being past the World next Famine feares Still thinke that Mischiefe neuer comes alone Those who feare more what is the lesse doe moue 78 Since that the World doth loath celestiall Food That spirituall MANNA which Soules Nectar proues By Grace drawn forth from the Redeemers Blood A Gift no Guerdoun giuen to whom he loues Those who terrestriall things thinke only good Them Want shall trie whom no Aboundance moues For Ah of some so fat the Bodies be That of their Soules they not the Leannesse see 79 GODS Creatures oft condemn'd shall once accuse Those who in VVantonnesse them vainly spent And justly what vnjustly they abuse Shall vnto them more sparingly be lent That which they now superfluously vse Shall made a Curse not Natures Neede content A barren Soule should haue a barren Earth Oft temporall Plentie breedes a spirituall Dearth 80 Those in the Dust who still prophanely roule Whose thornie Thoughts do chock that heauenly Seede Which by the Word was sown in euery Soule Shall likewise want what should their Bodies feede What Most they trust shall once their Hopes controule By earthly Hunger heauenly Thirst to breede Thus those like Babes whose Iudgement is not deepe VVho scorn'd a Treasure shall for Triffles weepe 81 What Sauces strange a Fault which Custome clokes To vrge the Bodies Appetit are made Which Natures selfe sufficiently prouokes But of the Soule when carnall Cates it leade The Appetite which Ah euen Nature chokes What Art is vs'd to quicken it when deade VVhen Bodies do too much Soules nought disgest But when the Others fast are fit to feast 82 Base Belly-gods whose Boord is Sathans Bate Whose Iudgements to your Taste rest only thrall The LORD in wrath shall cut away your Meate And for your Honny furnish you with Gall Like lothsome Beasts since you the Acornes eate Yet looke not vp to see from whence they fall Sonnes prodigall who from your Father swerue You keeping worse then Swine shall justly sterue 83 To waken some which sleepe in Sinne as dead The LORD ere CHRIST do come all States to try Since being abus'd shall breake the Staffe of Bread And as we him make Earth vs fruits deny The Corne shall wither and the Grasse shall fade Then to nurce Men being rather bent to die As dutifull to him by whom they breed GODS Creatures pure his Rebels scorne to feed 84 Now in this Tyme which is the last esteem'd The Spirits impure do all in one conspyre And worke that GOD by Men may be blasphem'd To purchase partners of eternall Fire That who should them condemne hath vs redeem'd Makes Enuie blow the Bellowes of their Ire The wicked Angells irritated thus Not seeke their safetie but to ruine vs. 85 More neere doth draw Saluation to the Iust The more the Dragons Mind doth Fnuie wound That Men the Slaues of Death the Sonnes of Dust As Heires of Heauen with Glory should be crown'd And that perpetuall paines they suffer must Though all Immortall to no Bodies bound Nought true repose to the enuious brings Whom their owne harme or others good still stings 86 Mans Foe who first Confusion did deuise By long Experience grown profound in skill Through strength oft try'd our Weaknesse doth despise And knowes what best may serue each Soule to kill He to his part our Passions doth entise And to betray our Wit corrupts out Will Whom GOD not guardes those Satan soone may winne Whilst Force doth charge without and Fraud within 87 That Heire of Hell whom justlie GOD rejects Who sought by subtiltie all Soules to blind Not onely Shafts in secret now directs By Inspirations poysoning the Mind But euen a Banner boldly he erects As this Worlds Prince by publick power design'd From shape to shape this Proteus thus remoues Who first a Foxe and last a Lyon proues 88 He since his Kingdome now should end so soone Doth many Circes and Medeas make That can obscure the Sunne and charme the Moone Raise vp the Dead and make the Liuing quake Whilst they by Pictures persons haue vndone Do giue to some from others substance take Three Elements their tyrannie doth thrall But oft the fourth takes Vengeance of them all 89 Whilst in his Hand the Bolts of Death he beares Still watching Soules the craftie Hunter lyes With inward Fancies and with outward feares Whom he may tempt continuallie he tryes Whyles rumbling Horrour sounds assault the eares Whyles Monstrous Formes paint Terrour in the Eyes He who with GOD euen in the Heauen durst striue Thinkes soone on Earth Mens Ruine to contriue 90 As many did possess'd by Spirits remaine When first CHRIST came Saluation to beginne So lykewise now before he come againe Some Bodies daylie which they enter in By desp'rat meanes would be dispatch'd of paine Else bound in Body loose their Soules to Sinne And if that GOD not interpos'd his Power Straight euery Soule Hells Tyrant would deuoure 91 In some whom GOD permits him to abuse The Lord of Darkenesse doth at diuerse Houres His subtill Substance fraudfullie infuse Till they his Spirit his Spirit their Soules deuoures He as his owne doth all their Members vse And they as Babes with Kniues worke with his Powers O monstrous Vnion Miracle of Euils Which thus with Men incorporates the Deuills 92 When earst in Delphos after vglie cryes The Priestresse Pithia seeming to be sage Big by the Deuill delyuered was of Lies She to the Terrour of that senselesse Age Still panting swolne Hell flamming through her Eyes Roar'd forth Responses by Prophetick Rage She to her LORD whilst prostituted thus An Image was of whom he filles with vs. 93 Of those who are possess'd in such a sort Some to themselues whom Sathan doth accuse They Mad or He in them whyles brag whyles sport And whilst they would the Lookers on abuse Do secrets to themselues not known report And of all Tongues the Eloquence can vse All what each Age deuis'd obseruing still The Deuill knowes much but bends it all to ill 94 O Heauens be hid and lose thy Light O Sunne Since in the World O what a fearefull thing The Deuill of some so great a power hath wonne That what was theirs he doth in bondage bring Then from their Bodie speakes as from a Tunne As sounds from Bells or Floods through Rockes do ring Deare Sauiour ryse and in a Iust disdaine
This Serpent bruise this Liuiathan raine 95 The Sunne and Moone now often-times looke pale As if asham'd the Shame of Men to see Or else grown old their force beginnes to faile That thus so oft eclips'd their Beauties be And ouer their Glory Darkenesse doth preuaile Whilst faint for Griefe their Ruine they foresee For as superfluous they must shortly fall When as the light of Light doth lighten all 96 The Heauenlie Bodies as being grown lesse strong Do seeme more slacke as wearie of their Race So that Tyme rests reform'd as being runne wrong All Climats still new Temperatures embrace What strange Effects must follow then ere long Some Starres seeme new and others change their place So altred is the starrie Courts Estate Astrologues want intelligence of late 97 Each element by diuerse Signes hath showne That shortly euill must be discern'd from good The Earth ag'd Mother now is Barren grown Whose Wombe oft worne now torne doth fâ—ile in Brood And may since staggering else be soone ou'rthrowne What wonder Weake through Age and drunke with Blood With Blood which still to GOD for Vengeance cryes And as o'reburden'd groning groueling lyes 98 The liquid Legions by tumultuous Bands Whose bellowing Billowes to transcend contend Do whyles vsurpe whyles leaue possessed Lands In Monsters fertill fishes rarely lend Whilst crown'd with Clouds each murmuring Mountain stands Which acted first but suffer must in end A mighty Change Heauens Monarch novv concludes Floods first quensh'd flams flams straight shall kindle floods 99 The Aire whose Power impetuous Nought can bound Doth cite all Soules to GODS Great Parliament Whilst thundring Tempests roare a rumbling Sound And the last Trumpets Terrour represent Those Blasts denounce the Ruine of this Round Which Heauen in Showres seemes weeping to lament Thus Waters wash Winds wipe and both conspire That Earth so purg'd may be prepar'd for Fire 100 The Water Earth the Aire would it ou'rthrow Whose Rage by Ruine only is represt The High things still insulting ou'r the Low Till once the Highest haue consum'd the Rest The fourth must end what the first three fore-show Whose proofe is last reseru'd as being the Best A firie Triall euery thing defines And All at last to a Perfection fines 101 Then Natures Selfe not strong as of before Yeeldes Fruits deform'd as from a bastard Seede That monstrous Minds may be admir'd no more Whilst monstrous Bodies more Amazement breede All the Portentuous Brood of Beasts abhorre And since prodigious ominously dreade From their first Forme since all things thus decline All in another Shape must shortly shine 102 Few Signes or none remaine Mens Minds to moue Till of the Sonne of Man the Signe craue Sight That Glory which vnspeakable doth proue CHRISTS Substance no his Shaddow yet our Light Whose Majestie and Beautie from aboue Shall ere he shine make all about be bright The Comming of the LORD that Signe bewrayes As Lightning Thunder as the Sunne his Rayes 103 Yet this vile Age what Rage some Mockers breeder That big with Scorne disdainfully dare say What change mad Minds with such fond Fancies feedes From the first Forme since nought below doth stray The Sommer Haruest Winter Spring succedes The Moone doth shine by Night the Sunne by day Males procreat and Females do conceaue Some dayly Life do lose some it receaue 104 O Atheists vile else Christians voyde of Care From GODS Tribunall who in vaine appeale That CHRIST to judge the World doth straight prepare You thus contemning Signes a Signe reueale Whose Harts obdur'd the Nearenesse doth declare Of your Damnations our Saluations Seale And whilst your Hart both Heauen and Hell derides Your Iudgement Heauen your Torment Hell prouides 105 Yet foolish Soules their Pleasures still affect And marrying Wiues what Mirth may moue deuise But whilst asleepe their Safetie they neglect CHRIST as a Theefe against them shall arise And in a Rage when they Him least exspect Shall slouthfull Seruants suddainly surprise As Such shall wish their Talents strictly try'd That from his Face them Hilles them Hells might hide 106 O Multitude O multitude as Sand A day of Horrour strange shall straight appeared Come down and in the threshing Valley stand The threshing Valley lo the LORD drawes neare And else doth take take heed his Fanne in Hand Light Soules as Chaffe with Wind euanish heere The Haruest is ripe and the Wine-presse is full Yea Wickednesse ou'rflowes all Harts are dull 107 Seale Viall Trumpet Seuenth opens poures sounds What doth not intimate GODS Great Decree Which Natures Course Mans Faith GODS Mercy bounds Euen in a time when Time no more should be The Fire is kindling else which All confounds GODS Hand lo writes his Ballance rais'd we see When Souls are weigh'd GODS wondrous Works to crown The Weightie must mount vp the Light fall down 108 But ere the Depthes of Wrath I enter in When as Repentance shall no more haue place As GOD a while deferres some Soules to winne I will suspend my Furie for a Space That ere the Hight of Horrour do beginne My Thoughts may bath amidst the Springs of Grace To cleare some Soules which Sathan seekes to blind LORD purge my Spirit illuminat my Mind DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORDS IVDGEMENT The third Houre THE ARGVMENT WHilst Angels Him conuoy Saints attend The Heauens as Smoak all fled before his Face CHRIST through the Cloud With Glory doth descend With Majestie and Terrour Power and Grace What flie walke grow swim All What may ende do end Earth Air and Sea All purg'd in litle Space Strange Preparations that great Court preceede Where All must meet whom any Age did breede 1 IMmortall MONARCH Ruler of the Rounds Embaume my Bosome with a secret Grace Whilst lifted vp aboue the vulgar Bounds A Path not pau'd my Spirit aspires to trace That I with brasen Breath may rore forth SouÌ„ds To shake the Hart fixe Palenesse in the Face LORD make my swelling Voyce a mighty Winde Lift vp the Low beate downe the lofty Mind 2 What dreadfull Sound doth thunder in my Eares What pompous Splendor doth transport mine Eyes I wot not what aboue my selfe me beares He comes He comes who all Hearts Secrets tries Showt showt for Ioy who long haue rain'd down Teares Houle houle for Griefe in Ease who wallowing lies Now shall be built and on Eternall Grounds The Hight of Horrour Pleasure passing Bounds 3 Now no more firme the Firmament doth flie As leapes the Deere fled from the Hunters face Loe lyke a Drunkard reels the Crystall Skie As Garments olde degraded from their grace All folded vp the Azure Pallions spy Which with a noyse doth vanish from the Place The Lanterne burnt Light vtters vtter Worth Drawne are the Hingings MAIESTIE comes forth 4 Who can abide the Glory of that fight Which kils the Liuing and the Dead doth raise With Squadrons compass'd Angells flamming bright Whom Thousands serue ten thousand Thousands praise My Soule entranc'd Rest rauish'd with
theirs the wicked neuer can attaine 29 Ah why should Soules for senselesse Riches care They Mercie need it is a way to Wrath The first Man he was made the rest borne bare Those floting Treasures come and go with Breath Not mortall Goods no mortall Euils they are Which since being dead can naught afford but Death Their seed base Care their fruite is burd'nous Paine A losse when found oft lost the Loosers gaine 30 The greatest good which by such Wealth is sought Are flattering pleasures which whilst fawning staine A smoak a shaddow froth a dreame a thought Light slyding fraile abusing fond all vaine Which shewes when staying soone dissolu'd in naught Do to the mind as Clouds to Skies remaine As of Heauens Beauties Clouds would make vs doubt Through mists of Minds the Spirit peepes faintlie out 31 That King of men admir'd of GOD belou'd Whom such none did preceede nor yet succeede Who Wisdomes Minion Vertues Paterne prou'd He slow'd what hight of Blisse this Earth could breede Whose Mind and Fortune equall Meruailes mou'd Whilst Wealth and Wit striu'd which should most exceede Yet he when quicke was cross'd and scorn'd when dead By Happinesse too much vnhappie made 32 Her store franck Nature prodigally spent To make that Prince more then a Prince esteem'd Whilst Art to emulate her Mistresse bent Though borrowing strength from her yet stronger seem'd He wanted naught which might a Minde content What once he wish'd or but to wish was deem'd For thousands Reason rested on his Will Great fortunes find obsequious followers still 33 With GOD the Father he who did conferre And of the Sonne plac'd for a Paterne stood He to Gods Law did his vile Lust preferre His Lust as boundlesse as a raging flood Who would haue thought he could so grossely erre Euen to serue Idoles scorne a GOD so good The strong in Faith when GOD abstracts his Grace Like Men disarm'd fall faintly from their Place 34 GODS Way cannot be found his Course not knowne As Thoughts he did enlarge or else restraine Some were made Saintes who Saintes had once ou'r-throwne Some highly Holy turn'd to be Prophane To mocke Mens Iudgement magnifie his Owne Whilst GOD by both did glorified remaine Let None presume nor yet all Hope despise Who stand feare fals who fall exspect to rise 35 Through Hell to Heauen since our Redeemer past Thinke that all Pleasure purchas'd is with Paine But though first Death none shall the second tast Whom GOD predestinates with him to raigne Choos'd Call'd made Holy Iust and Glorious last Twixt Heauen and Earth them holds a spirituall Chaine Whose fastning Faith whose Linkes are all of Loue Through Clouds by GODS own Hand stretch'd from aboue 36 Let not the godly Men Affliction feare GOD wrestle may with some but none ou'r-throwes Who giues the Burden giues the Strength to beare And greatest Seruice greatest Guerdon owes Those who would reape they at the first must care GODS Loue his Faith a good Mans Trouble showes Those whom GOD tries he giues them power to stand He Iacob tost and stay'd both by one Hand 37 Since first being chus'd ere made much more ere prou'd A Soule elected cannot lose though stray And let none aske what so to doe GOD mou'd His Will his Word his Word our Will should sway He hated Esau and he Iacob lou'd Hath not the Potter power to vse the Clay And though his Vessels could why should they pleade If to Dishonour or to Honour made 38 Some dare tempt GOD presuming of his Grace And proudly sinne as sau'd assur'd to be Nor care not much what Course they doe embrace Since nought they say can change GODS first Decree No None find Heauen but heauenly Wayes first trace The Badge the Bearer shewes the Fruits the Tree Who Safetie doubt do as you might deserue Who trust be thankefull both GOD better serue 39 With Gifts fit for their State all are endew'd Grace Mercie still Wrath Iustice doth conuoy GOD cleares their Sight of whome he will be view'd And blindes Them here Whom hence he will destroy Those whom he did elect those he renewd Those whom he leaues They sinne and sinne with Ioy Such liue like Beasts but worse when dead remaine Beasts dead lose Sence Death giues them Sence with Paine 40 This froward Race that to Confusion rinnes Through Selse-presumption or Distruct of GOD Shall once disgorge the Surfet of their Sinnes Whilst what seemes light then prou's a burdnous Lod With Them in Iudgement once when GOD beginnes To beate to bruise them with an yron Rod Whilst ayrie Pleasures leaden Anguish bring Exhausted Honny leaues a bitter Sting 41 Yet wicked Men whom foule Affections blind Dare say O now that Heauen not Brimstone raines Let vs aliue haue what contents the Mind And dread when dead brags of imagin'd Paines The Debt we sweet the Intrest easie find At least the Payment long deferr'd remaines Who Shaddowes feare whilst they the Substance keepe But start at Dreames when they securely sleepe 42 Ah filthie Wretch thy Fancies higher lift That doth encroach which then would'st thus delay Then Eagle Arrow Ship or Wind more swift Match'd only by it selfe Time slides away Straight of all Soules GOD shall the secrets sift And priuat thoughts with publicke Showts display Then when Times glasse not to be turn'd is runne Their Griefe still growes whose Ioyes were scarse begunne 43 Whiles rais'd in haste when Soules from him rebell By Inundations of impetuous Sinne The Floods of GODS deepe Indignation swell Till Torments Torrents violently runne Damnations Mirrours Models of the Hell To shew what hence not ends may heere beginne Then let me sing some of GODS Iudgements past That who them heare may tremble at the last 44 That glorious Angell bearer of the light The Mornings eye the Messinger of Day Of all the Bands aboue esteem'd most bright As is among'st the rest the Month of May He whom those Giftes should haue engadg'f of right Did swolne with pride from him who gaue them stray And sought a Traitour to vsurpe his Seate Yea worse if worse may be did proue ingrate 45 His starrie Taile the pompous Peacok streames As of all Birds the basenesse to disproue So Lucifer insulted in his Beames As since Narcissus with himselfe in loue And better Angels scorn'd whilst drunke with dreames If Enuy not at least Disdaine to moue Those who grow proud presuming of their State They others do contemne them others hate 46 To Wickednesse the Wicked soone accords That stryfe which one deuys'd all did conclude Their Armour Malice Blasphemie their Swords Their darts of Enuy only aym'd at Good And when they mette they vs'd not many Wordes Thoughts vtter most when they are vnderstood By bodies grosse when they no hinderance haue The Spirits being pure may others mindes perceaue 47 As where Vncleannesse is the Rauens repaire The spotted Band swarm'd where he spent his Gall Who fondlie durst with GOD foule foole compare And his
Maker crau'd If that his Will had bene by him transgress'd The Woman LORD whom I from thee receau'd She made me eat as who my Soule possess'd The Woman said the Serpent me deceau'd Both burdend Others None the Fault confess'd Which Custome still their faultie Race doth vse All first do rinne to hide next to excuse 67 But he who tries the Reines and viewes the Hart As through the Clouds doth through fraile Bodies see And is not mock'd by Mens ridiculous Art By which their Crimes made more more odious be Who proudly sinne they must submissely smart Loe GOD crau's compt of what he did decree And those who joyn'd in Sinne are punish'd all All Adams Partners crush'd were with his Fall 68 GOD thus first damn'd the Fountaine of Deceate O most accurst of all the Beasts which breede Still wallowing in the Dust a lothsome state Drawn on thy Belly basely shall thou feede The Woman Thee thou shall the Woman hate Which Hatred still inherite shall her Seede Whose fierce Effects both mutually shall feele Whilst he shall breake thy Head thou bruise his Heele 69 And Woman weake whose Thoughts each Fancie blowes I will encrease thy Griefe thy Ioyes restraine And since thy Iudgement doth depend on showes Thou to thy Husband subject shall remaine And bringing forth thy Brood with bitter Throwes What was with Pleasure sown shall reape with Paine Those Beauties now which mustred are with Pride In withred Wrinckles ruinous Age shall hide 70 Fond Adam thou obeying thus thy Wife What I commanded violat who durst Cares shall exhaust thy Dayes Paines ende thy Life Whilst for thy Cause the Earth becomes accurst With Thornes and Thistles guerdoning thy Strife Who sweating for thy Food art like to burst And looke no more for Rest for Toyle thou must Till whence thou came thou be turn'd backe to Dust 71 By Angels arm'd barr'd from the pleasant Place When wretched Adams Pilgrimage was past The Tree of Sinne ou'rshaddowing all his Race They from their minds all Loue of GOD did cast Them to reclaime who did contemne his Grace Who wearie was with striuing at the last Of all the VVorld a Haruest made by Raine He did resolue to trie new Seede againe 72 Yet since that Noah vprightly had liu'd He and his Race stood safe on Horrours hight And when all Creatures Ruine was contriu'd They liu'd secure the fourtie-day-long Night To make the World repent that good Man striu'd His swelling Bulwarke battering in their Sight But with the Wicked nought can well succeede In whom Perswasions Obstinacie breede 73 As the Worlds sinnes ou'rflow'd GODS Wrath ou'rflam'd VVhich when rais'd high down Floods of Vengeance pours As Noahs Preaching oft times had proclaim'd Heauens threatning straight to drown the highest Tours Clouds clustred Darkenesse Lightnings Terrour stream'd And rumbling Thunders vshered vgly Shours Whilst rauenous Tempests swallow'd vp the Light Day dead for Feare brought forth abortiue Night 74 From Guests prophane that Earth might be redeem'd The Lights of Heauen quensh'd in their Lanterns lay The Azure Vaults all but one Cisterne seem'd Whilst safe the Waters All things did decay The Fire drown'd out Heauens all dissolu'd were deem'd Air Water grew the Earth as wash'd away By monstrous Stormes whilst All things were ou'rturn'd Then safe GODS Wrath in all the World nought burn'd 75 Men to the Mountaines did for Helpe repaire Whence them the Waues did violently chace In Natures Scorne came scallie Squadrouns thair The Forrests Guests inheriting their place By too much Water no for lacke of Air All were confounded in a litle Space The Elements with Anguish we enjoy All must nurse one One thus may all destroy 76 That vaulting Vault against the Storme did striue VVhich all the Creatures of the VVorld contain'd And whyls through Depthes whyls through the Clouds did driue Not by the Compasse nor the Rudder rain'd No Port no Land was where it could ariue VVhilst Earth with VVaters leuell all remain'd The VVaues the VVorld all else being hush'd at once Roar'd forth a Consort with Mens dying Grones 77 But when ouer all GODS Breath did Ruine blow The Arke with others Sinne from Death did saue Him whom the raging Floods did not ou'rthrow VVho of GODS Iudgements Iudge did all perceaue A litle Liquor did at last ou'rthrow VVhich to his Sonne to mocke Occasion gaue Thus Drunkennesse disdainfull scorne doth breede A fertile Vyce which Others still succeede 78 As the first World did first by Pryde offend Whose burning Rage to such a hight did win That it to quensh GOD did the Waters bend O Drunkennesse the second Worlds first sinne The course of Vice that Element must end Which is oppos'd to it which did beginne In euery thing GODS Iustice we may spy As Floods drown'd Pryde Flames Drunkennesse must dry 79 When Men againe to fill the World did weare Straight in their Soules did Satan raise his Throne O what a Burden Nature dost thou beare Since that to Sinne and Liue seeme both but one Men Babels Towres against the Starres did reare Since lyke deseruing fearing what was gone As though that GOD could but one Plague command Ah Fooles what Strength against his Strength can stand 80 Whilst fondly They proud weaknesse did bewray Who can the Depths of His high Iudgements sound By making their owne Tongues their Hearts betray Those Titans straight the Thund'rer did confound Here diuerse Tongues the Worke of Men did stay Which afterwards the Worke of GOD did ground The Mind not meanes effectuall doth remaine What help'd Apostles hindred the Prophane 81 When purpos'd to dissolue quicke Clouds of Dust GODS Wrath as stubble Sinners doth deuoure That Towne to sacke which had not tenne Men just He Brimstone rain'd O most prodigious Showre Their Bodies burn'd whose Soules were burn'd with Lust What faire was vglie what was sweet grew sowre Yet of that Fyre Lot scap'd the great Deluge GODS holy Mountaine is a sure Refuge 82 I recken not the ruine of those States Which being but Strangers to the ground of Grace Were caried head-long with their own Conceits And euen though brightly blindlie ranne their Race GODS firme Decrees which fondlie they call'd Fates Did bound their Glory in a litle Space Whil'st Tempests huge toss'd their tumultuous Mindes Lyke Reeds by Riuers wauering with all Windes 83 Such rais'd not for their good but for GODS ends When bent his owne to punish or support Do as his Arrowes hit but where he tends Else of themselues their power doth nought import When he his spotted Flocke to purge intends They are but Tooles vs'd in a seruile sort To fanne or cleanse as Fannes or Beesomes they Which when the Worke is done are throwne away 84 Proud Ashur first did daunt all other Soyles Till barbarous Persia did become her Head The Greekes did glory in the Persians spoyles Whose Prince at last Rome did in Triumph lead Rome rauishing the Earth bred bloody Broyles Yet was by whom she scorn'd a Widow
GODS Sight That he in Darkenesse fall the Light who flies And O this is the vttermost of ill When GOD doth giue one ou'r to his owne Will 40 This Aduersarie of CHRISTS heauenly Word He should himselfe extoll by Sathans Wit Ouer All that is call'd GOD or is ador'd And of Iniquitie no Meanes omit Though worthy of the World to be abhorr'd He in the CHVRCH of GOD as GOD shall sit This Hypocrite huge Mischiefe borne to breede Should looke like GOD yet proue a Deuill indeede 41 This Mysterie of Sinne which GOD doth hate Euen in Pauls Time beganne and since endur'd Yet could not then be known till from the Gate That which then stopt was raz'd and it assur'd The Romane Empire then it was so Greate That of lesse States the Luster it obscur'd The Let which then remain'd being once remou'd This ANTICHRIST the next Aspirer prou'd 42 That spirituall Plague which poysons many Lands Is not the Turke nor Mahomet his Saint Nor none who to crosse CHRIST directly stands He whom the Spirit takes such great Paine to paint It must be one who in the Church commands No Foe confess'd but a Professour faint For if All did him know None would him know Fain'd Friends false Foes may whom they will ou'rthrow 43 Ere that Day come which should the Iust adorne And shall discouer euery secret Thought The ANTICHRIST whose Badge whole Lands haue borne The Prophet false which lying Wonders wrought The Beast with the blasphemous Mouth and Horne Shall be reueal'd and to Confusion brought For Causes hid though GOD a Space spare some Their Iudgements are the heauier when they come 44 The shamelesse Whore which sits vpon seuen Hills Whose Sight lasciuious riotously roules Whose Wine doth make Kings drunke snares thousands will The Deuils chiefe Baud adulterating Soules The Cup of Wrath that filthy Strumpet filles Whose boundlesse Lust no Law no Time controules That stumbling Blocke by whom so many fell Shall once burne here and euer in the Hell 45 The Part where now that Whore her Court doth hold Vile Habylon abominable Towne Where euery thing euen Soules of Men are sold Low in the Dust to lie shall be brought down Her Nakednesse all Nations shall behold And burne that Body which their Soules did drown Whore as she sow'd so shall she reape huge Euills Of the Worlds Mistresse made a Den of Deuils 46 Flie faithfull Christians from that Sea of Sinne Who hate the Whore and the two horned Beast Flie flie in time before their Griefe beginne Lest as their Pleasures so their Plagues you taste When as the Lambe the Victorie doth winne He of fat things will make his Flocke a Feaste This Cloud dispers'd the Sunne shall shine more bright Whilst Darkenesse past endeeres the present Light 47 Now in the dangerous Dayes of this last Age When as he knowes that CHRIST to come prepares The Deuill shall like a roaring Lyon rage And to catch Soules shall set a thousand Snares He gainst GODS Saintes twise deadly Warres shall wage Whilst some Presumption tempts and some Despaires If that this Time not shortned were deceau'd GODS chosen Children hardly could be sau'd 48 Some for a glorious Vse who once did serue As Starres to Eyes cleare Lights of Soules esteem'd Loe stumbling Blockes from their first Course doe swerue Not what they were else were not what they seem'd Such justly damn'd Lights Foes as they deserue From Darkenesse more shall neuer be redeem'd Church Angells all all for Examples vse So that their Fall doth many thousands bruise 49 Men so the World shall loue Religion hate That all true Zeale shall in Contempt be brought The spirituall Lights Eclipse shall grow so greate That Lies the Truth Truth shall a Lie be thought Yet some shall weigh their Works at such a Rate As they Themselues not CHRIST their Soules had bought All just to seeme not be their Thoughts shall bend Not bent to edifie but to contend 50 Some Signes are gone which registred were found To rouze the World before that dreadfull Blast But Ah what All now see and I must founds I wish they were to come or else were past Those Signes those Sinnes I sing do warne shall wound This Age too ag'd and worthy to be last It Signes that shadow'd were doth so designe I must historifie and not diuine 51 The Deuils last charge to shunne CHRIST gaue aduyce Since all the World would be seduc'd by Lies He now whilst all adore their owne Deuyce Taints all mens Hearts or else vpbraides their Eyes The Froth of Vertue and the Dregs of Vice Which onely last the Worlds last Period tryes So high a point Impietie doth winne Not grieu'd no not asham'd men bragge of Sinne. 52 Men with Themselues so much in loue remaine That Rich without and poore within being worne They if not gorgeous Garments do disdaine Though the first badge of Bondage which was borne Yet pampred Bodies famish'd Soules retaine Which seeke the Shadow and the substance scorne Ere high aduanc'd all once must humble proue Those first themselues must loath whom GOD will loue 53 The Greatest number now prophanely sweares And dare to Brawle or Iest name GOD in vaine Yet that Heauen Thunder or Earth burst not feares Lest so they crush'd or swallowed should remaine Some vomit forth polluting purer Eares That what them first may others after staine A filthie Tongue and a blasphemous Mouth Of Sathans Seed doe showe a mighty Growth 54 That Auarice which the Apostle told When as the World declynes Mens Mindes should sway Doth rage so now that euen their GOD for Gold Not onely Men Men in our time betray To Sathan some for gaine their Soules haue sold Whilst what their Hearts hold Trueth their Words gain-say By Ethnickes once those must condemn'd remaine Who change Religion Earthlie things to gaine 55 What Age ere this so many Children saw Who with their Parents O vnhappie Stryfe Plead still at Law though wronging Natures Law And helpe to haste their Death who gaue them Lyfe Now Vertuous Words to vitious Deeds do draw The Loue of GOD is rare of Pleasure ryfe This Darkenesse showes that it drawes nere the Night Sinne it must shortly fall since at the hight 56 Then euen the most of Miserie to make The Soules of some which still being euill grow worse All Sence quyte lost in Sinne such pleasure take That frozen Myndes can melt in no remorse No threatned Terrours can their Conscience wake Sinne hath so much the Spirit so litle force No Physick for the Sicke which liue as sound A Sore past sense doth shew a deadly wound 57 As such a Burden it did burst to beare Through Horrour of our Sinnes the Earth doth shake And shall it selfe oft-tymes asunder teare Ere CHRIST his Iudgement manifest doth make Or else I know not if it quake for feare Of that great Fyre which should it shortly sacke The liuing Earth to moue dead Earth doth moue Yet earthlie Men then
61 Of all the Beasts by Men domesticke made The most obsequious and obedient still The fawning Dog which where we list we leade And wants but Words to doe all which we will Which loues his Lord extreamly euen when dead And on his Tomb for Griefe himselfe doth kill He then with Tongue stretch'd forth doth panting rin Which straight when fir'd drawn backe burnes all within 62 The generous Horse the Gallants greatest Friend In Peace for Show and in effect for Warre Which to his Lord when wearie Legges doth lend To flie or chase in Sport or earnest Farre A Pegasus he through the Air would bend Till that his Course turn'd Centaure Man doth marre His wauing Treasures fir'd to flie from Death He first the wind outrunnes and then his Breath 63 This squadrons King that doth for Fight prepare As if he wrack'd the World doth raging goe His Foote doth beate the Earth Taile whippes the Aire Mad to be hurt and yet not find a Foe But soone his Shoulders rough the Fire makes bare And melts his Strength which was admired so Death doth to Rest arrest his rouling Eyes Loe in a litle Dust the Lyon lyes 64 Those Poysnous Troupes in Africks Fields which stray In Death all fertill as the first began By Look by Touch by Wound and euery Way True Serpents Heires in Hatred vnto Man Which GOD still good in Deserts maks to stay To waste the World still doing what they can But whilst they houle scritch barke bray hurle hisse spout Their inward Fire soone meetes with that without 65 The Crocodile with running Depthes in Loue By Land and Water of Tyrannicke powr With vpmost Iawes which and none else do moue Whose Cleansing first is sweet oft after sowr And whyls his Crime his Punishment doth proue Whilst a deuouring Baite train'd to deuoure He neither now can fight nor yet retire His scalie Armour is no Proofe of Fire 66 The Beast though haunting Depthes not there confin'd Whose Haires as precious decke each Great Mans Head Before like Eagles Gooses like behind Whose Feet as Oares to manage Streames are made To waste the liquid Wayes not needing Wind Whose Taile his Course doth as a Rudder leade A Sparke falne from a Tree may then confound Him with his Teeth that now strikes Trees to Ground 67 The Otter black where sinne-wing'd troupes repaire Fresh Riuers Robber which his prey doth chuse And all that kinde nor Fish nor Flesh which are But do two Elements Amphibions vse Not able to touch Earth nor to draw Aire In Waters they their kindled Skinnes infuse But yet refuge can find in neither Soile They burne on Earth and in the Depths do boyle 68 Floods seem'd to grone which beasts Incursion maimes All altered then which lookt of late like Glasse And murmure at the flamming of their streames By Carcasses flot-flotting in a Masse A mouing Bridge whilst euery Channell frames When as there are no Passengers to passe With Beasts all buried Waters are press'd down Whilst both at once their Burdens burne and drown 69 The Crystalls quicke which slowlie vs'd to go And others Heat by coldnesse did allay As if being grieu'd to be polluted so Grown red with rage boyld vp pop-popling stay And tread in Triumph on their breathlesse Fo Whoses Ashes with their Sands they leuell lay But Vulcan now a Victor in each place By Violence doth all their Nymphes embrace 70 The Dwellers of the Depths not harm'd in ought When first Vyce all and next the Waters drown'd So since by some more sacred still are thought As whom Sinnes Scourge did onely not confound The Elements not pure to purge being brought They likewise fall kill'd by this generall Wound The Fishes sodden are in euery Flood Yet find no Eaters though a callour Food 71 All which Corruption only serues to feed When it doth end doth end so Heauen designes Nought saue the Soule which doth from GOD proceede Ouer death triumphes and still is pleas'd else pynes Death nor mans Essence but his Sinne did breed And it with it the end of Tyme confines Then Death and Lyfe shall neuer meet againe The State then taken alwayes doth remaine 72 Salt Seas fresh Streames the Fish which loues to change The Riuers Prince esteem'd by daintie Tastes Which through the Ocean though he yearelie range The bounds him bred to see yet yearelie hastes Ah Man whyles wants O Monster more then strange This kind Affection common vnto Beasts That Salmon fresh for which so many stryue May then be had boyld where it liu'd alyue 73 The Trout the Eele and all that Watrie Brood Which without Feet or Wings can make much Way Then leape aloft forc'd by the raging Flood Not as they vs'd before for sport or prey That which whyles freez'd their Glasse to gaze in stood Now turn'd to Flammes makes what it bred decay Those which to take Men did all Snares allow All without Baites or Nets are taken now 74 Those Floods which first did Fields with Streames array The Riuers foure by sacred Write made known Which since farre sundrie makes their Wits to stray Who Paradise drawn by their Dreames haue shown As turn'd from it or it from them away In all the Earth their strength shall be ou'r-thrown VVhom first high Pleasures Horrours huge last bound As if for Griefe they vanish from the Ground 75 The fertile Nilus neuer rashlie mou'd Which ag'd in trauell manie Country knowes Whose Inundation by the Labourer lou'd As Barrennesse or Plentie it fore-showes From diuerse meanes but doubtfull all is prou'd Oft Natures worke all Reasons Power ouer-throwes The Ancients wondred not to find his Head But it shall all inuisible be made 76 Heauens Indignation seazing on all things The greatest Waters languish in their Way The litle Brookes exhausted in their Springs For Pouertie can not their Tribute pay Of Moisture spoyl'd the Earth craues Help not brings The Mightie thus left to themselues decay Great powers compos'd make but of manie one Whose weaknesse showes it selfe when left alone 77 That Flood whose Fame more great then Waters straide Whose Race like it more then their owne would ow Which from the Appennins oft gathering aide Would those ouer-throw who did the world ou'r-throw VVhich though vnstable onely stable staide In that great Citie where all else fell low It which so long familiar was with Pame Shall be dry'd vp an vnregarded streame 78 The Sheep-heards Mirrours all like Siluer pure VVhich curious Eyes delighted were to see VVhen Flammes from Heauen fraile Beauties shall combure No Creature then being from Confusion free Euen they shall grow more vglie and obscure Then the infernall Floods are fain'd to be Of their long course there shall no signe remaine VVorse then that Lake where Brimstone once did raine 79 Whilst Thetis bent to court those Streames as vaine That on themselues to gaze stryue Time to win And liquid Serpents wynding through the Plaine As if to sting the Earth oft gathered in
Seeme to attend the remnant of their traine Them to out-go that neerer Wayes would rin Euen in that Pompe sur-prys'd dry'd are their Depths Whose Widow'd Beds scarce their impression keeps 80 That Flood which doth his Name from Siluer take The Sea-like Ebbe and others of the Indes Ouer which a Bridge Men by no meanes can make Whilst One borne there amazing strangers Mindes On Straw or Reeds with one behind his Backe Can crosse them all both scorning Waues and Windes Their emptie Channells may be tread on dry Though pau'd with Pearles then pretious in no Eye 81 The Great which change before they end their Race Salt Floods fresh Seas by mutuall Bands as past Which siege the Seas and though repuls'd a Space Yet make a Breach and enter at the last Which from the Earth which striues them to embrace Whyles haste with speed whyles do a compasse cast They then for Help in vaine to Neptune rinne By Vulcan rauish'd ere his Waues they winne 82 The raging Rampire which doth alwayes moue Whose sloting Waues entrench the solid Round And being by Titans kisse drawn vp aboue From Heauens Alembick drop vpon the Ground Of Fruits and Plants the vitall Blood to proue And foster all that on the Earth are found It lykewise yeelds to the Eternalls Ire Lo all the Sea not serues to quensh this Fyre 83 Yet did the Sea presage this threatned Ill With vgly Roarings ere that it arriu'd As if contending all Hels Fires to kill By Violence to burst out through them driu'd Which must make monstrous Sounds jar-jarring still As Heat with Cold with Moysture Drynesse striu'd When like the High the Low Ioue would thud thud Euen as when Fires force Passage through a Cloud 84 O what strange Sight not to be borne with Eyes That Tennis-court where oft the Windes too bold What still rebounded toss'd vnto the Skies And to the Ground from thence haue headlongs rold Doth now in raging Rounds not Furrowes rise Then Hosts of Heat as vs'd to be of Cold All Gouernement the liquid State neglects Whilst Neptunes Trident Vulcans Hammer brecks 85 When this huge Vessell doth to boyle begin What can it fill with Matter fit to purge The Earth as else without if thrown within With all her Creatures kept but for a Scourge To wash away the foulnesse of that Sin Which on fraile Flesh strong Nature oft doth vrge But ah my Thoughts are vaine this cannot be Seas cleanse not Sinne Sinne doth defile the Sea 86 O foule Contagion spreading still to Death What Pest most odious can with thee compaire Which being by Thoughts conceau'd and borne with Breath Do straight infect the Sea the Earth the Aire Which damn'd in Iustice and chastiz'd in Wrath Do show that GOD no Creatures Spots will spaire All Scourges must be scourg'd and euen the Fire As being impure must feele Effects of Ire 87 That restlesse Element which neuer sleepes But by it selfe when by Nought else is wrought Which joynes all Lands yet them asunder keepes It ruins Rocke for last Refuge is sought Huge Troupes do throw themselues amidst the Deepes As if Death reft then giuen lesse Griefe were thought Thus is Despaire hote Sonne of Father cold Rash without Hope and without Courage bold 88 The louing Alcion trustie to her Mate The which saue this no other Storme could catch Whose Arke not erres amidst the going Gate Though none in it with Art the Waues doth watch To many Monsters as expos'd a Baite Which mouing sittes and in the Depthes doth hatch She of her Nest against the Waues presumes But neuer look't for Fire which all consumes 89 The greatest Monster of the Oceans Brood Which lodg'd grieu'd Jonas harmelesse in his Wombe And did disgest yet to be fed a Foode A buried quicke Man in a liuing Tombe He like a tumbling Towre at first runnes wood With Force by Force disdaining to succumbe But straight his Fumes being fir'd a farre do shine As if some Pharos but a deathfull Signe 90 That little Wonder decking Thetis Bowre Whose adamantine Touch there strongly binds Though both it saile and swim a wooden Towre For which Mans Wit no Show of Reason finds O matchlesse Vertue admirable Power Which fights and foyles alone Sailes Oares Waues Winds Of all which liue it that most Strength hath shown Press'd downe by vulgar Bands doth die vnknown 91 That mouing Mountaine in a fearfull Forme Which compassing a Ship it down-wards flings And euen in Calmes doth vomit forth a Storme Whose Blood all Poyson where it touches stings That monstrous Masse if Serpent Eele or Worme To hastie Ruine his owne Greatnesse brings The Greatest sought for Harme are soonest spy'de Where litle Ones a litle thing will hide 92 Of all the humid Host the most esteem'd The gentle Dolphins which the Depthes decore Which not ingrate who them redeem'd redeem'd Him help'd aliue and did when dead deplore Of which one once with Musicke rauish'd seem'd When carrying safe Arion to the Shore Those which delight so much in pleasant Sounds The contrarie preuenting Fire confounds 93 The fairest Nymphe which haunts the sloting State To whose great Beautie Thetis Enuie beares The Oceans Muse from whose sweet Sounds Soules bate The Lord of Ithaca did stop his Eares Of what she was most proud that hastes her Fate The golden Haires which she disheueld weares Then whilst they burne her Head seemes crown'd with Light Thus Showes maske Miserie and mocke the Sight 94 Those which from Slight by Slight their Liues oft win The Angler drawing scorned Liues to Land VVhilst some do cast forth Hookes some draw them in And some benumme the gazing Holders Hand They can find Helpe in neither Force nor Fin In Scale on Shell in Rocke in Mud or Sand VVhilst Tritons Sounds the broken Aire not beares A louder Trumpets Charge doth breach all Eares 95 The sloting Lodgings which all Soiles do try Which whilst they walke on Waues and burden'd Stray Seeme swimming Mountaines Castels which do flie Which Canons arme and Ensignes do array At first for Smoake they Nought about them spie Till all their Sailes on fire do cleare their Way Whilst Floods and Flames do all their Force imploy As if they striu'd which should the Ship destroy 96 The liquid Labrinth thou who first did proue No doubt thy desprat Hart was arm'd with Steele Did not the Waues and Cloudes which alwayes moue Firme Objects wanting make thy Eyes to reele Then he who first did steale Fire from aboue Thou greater Torments do'st deserue to feele He only sought the Fire to quicken Breath And thou the Water as a VVay to Death 97 O odious Monster since the VVorld began VVhich with thine owne could neuer yet be pleas'd For Lacke of Rayment cold for Hunger wan VVith what thou hast though many might be eas'd Thou poyson'd first the quiet Mind of Man VVhose Furie since can neuer be appeas'd But seekes both Sea and Land with endlesse Care And wants but VVings to violat
surpryse Such in such Sinnes which do from GOD rebell But euen all those who euills by Night deuise And louing Darknesse shall in Darknesse dwell Who with a Conscience calme all Feares despise As when that Cerberus slept they might take Hell Such to an Owle make GOD inferiour be As if by Night Nights Maker nought could see 13 Wing'd Messengers may then euen some arrest Who rioting till quite exhausted all Whilst in their Vomits wallowing they rest From Men to Beasts from Beasts to nought do fall Those dead though liuing who can but detest As Natures Monsters Mankind to appall In them who haue their Reason drown'd in Wine No Sparke of GODS nor Natures Light doth shine 14 Some rating Pleasure at too high a pryce Who with the Light do lay all Shame asyde Do prostitute their Soules to euery Vyce If not then free by beastlinesse from Pryde Then their whole States oft venter on the Dyce As who in nought but Fortune do confide By manie odious Oath then mock GODS Migh True workes of Darknesse worthie of the Night 15 Fond Worldlings there inuolu'd in vaine Delight Who to the Senses fraile indulgent are And as soft Sounds the Courage do inuite With measur'd Madnesse march vpon the Aire Whilst from themselues by Pleasure rauish'd quite What it prouokes no kind of sport they spare Their Eares attending Musickes soule to haue Of this dread Blast the first assault receaue 16 By Stratagems a Captain boldly wise His Enemies Campe not look't for whyles confounds But when he first doth Sentinells surpryse That all about the Neighbouring Bounds rebounds In Brests vnarm'd what Terrour strange doth ryse Whilst Drummes yeeld deadly Trumpets liuely Sounds Whilst Showtes make deafe Amazement dumb Dust blind Ere Swords the Bodie feare doth kill the Mind 17 So shall it be with all those broken Bands As for the Godlie they watch still prepar'd Then when Lifes LORD doth come to judge all Lands Like Fishes angled or like Beasts ensnar'd Those whom Hells Badge for endlesse Darkenesse brands Not hauing Power to wish are straight despar'd And soone do see what now they not attend Ere thought by them begunne all at an end 18 What hideous Charge all to compeare compells Whose sound may show what Breath the Blast doth feed No Canons Thunders Tempests Trumpets Bells Nor yet all joyn'd so huge a Noyse could breed Since heard in Heauen on Earth and in the Hells Till dreadfull Silence doth ouer all succeede The harkning World seemes all become one Eare The Graue giues place the Dead His Voyce do heare 19 All you who on or in the dull do lodge A Great-great Court I cite you to attend Euen at CHRISTS Instance where himselfe is Iudge To heare that sentence which none can suspend Of boundlesse Ioyes or else of Anguish huge Which he design'd and you deseru'd in end What from his seruants mouth none would conceaue Heare from himselfe euen what doch damne or saue 20 Passe passe swift Angells ouer all quarters range Force all to ryse who euer down did ly What in their Essence Elements did change Bid them restore that CHRIST all flesh may spy You are the gatherers this that Vintage strange Which in all Soules what Stuffe hath bene must try Twixt Heauen and Hell this is a Iudgement great To Iudge each one their own Contentions date 21 The Word them giues by which they thus are sought Power to obey else were the charge but vaine That Word which first did make them all of nought May now of some thing make them soone againe Past numbring Numbers are together brought That some may thinke what Bounds can them containe Who makes the Dead to rise at his Decree May make a Roome where they may marshald be 22 The Heauenly Soules which with fraile Bodies bound Did act together on this earthlie Stage Though subtill-they oft diuerse Depths did sound In which grosse Organs could not then engadge Yet in all Actions equall Partners found By Reason led or head-long borne by Rage Though once diuorc'd they marrie must againe To ioyne in Ioy or in eternall Paine 23 Those heauenly Sparkes which are flown vp aboue To shine in Glory and in Zeale to burne And shall of Pleasure the Perfection proue With mortall Vailes which mask'd of late did mourne They from their Place a Moment must remoue With CHRIST in Triumph glorious to returne Their twise-borne Bodies when put on they haue First from the Bellie last now from the Graue 24 Those gather vp their Garments from the Dust Which prison'd are in Plutoes vgly Celles Though loth to part thence where returne they must Since by their Conscience being committed else They know their Iudge as terrible as just Will but confirme their holding of the Helles Yet all their Processe must deduced be That Saints GODS Iustice and their Faultes may see 25 Foure Elements with foure Complexions make This mortall Masse soone rais'd and soone ouerthrowne And when that it turnes to Corruption backe With what accrest each doth craue backe the owne The Waters all the liquid Substance take Aire Breath Fire actiue Heat Earth Earth well knowne Which all though thus in their first Fountaines drown'd Not take nor leaue but are the same still found 26 The LORD doth not which some would fondly doubt As once in EDEN a Creation vse As if the first consum'd were all worne out That he not knowes their Substance where to chuse No these same Bodies which we beare about The LORD will raise and cleare or else accuse When done by GOD then Wonders are not strange The Qualitie and nothing else doth change 27 Of our fraile Spoyles each Part where made a Prey Who ouer our Dust doth watch will straight require That which the Waters washed haue away What was in Flames exhausted by the Fire That which Winds scorne toss'd through the Air did stray And what to Earth all rotten did retire All at an Instant shall together rinne To recontinue not againe beginne 28 The Husbands Hopes which Ceres first renown'd Must buried rot made lesse to be made more Yet wrestle vp though in the Earth still bound In Forme more pleasant multiplied in Store So shall our Dust though swallow'd in the Ground Spring from Corruption brighter then before In Bodies new whose State none can surmise Laid mortall downe but must immortall rise 29 Those creeping Creatures which with Silkes conceaue Bred first of Seede their Food with Toyles acquite Then what they win must all to others leaue And lye stretcht out wrapt vp in Funerall white Yet straight reuiu'd where buried burst the Graue And mount aloft with Wings all altered quite In Wormes Mens Types those who do marke this Change How can they thinke the Resurrection strange 30 As Man like Milke was at the first pour'd out Then straight like Cheese turn'd all to Cruds at once Till clad with Skinne his Sexe being free from Doubt With Sinewes joyn'd and fortified with Bones When as the Moone