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
you to read Should I but mention every horrid deed Of evil Spirits which in History Is noted who shall doubt this verity But one I 'le here recite Niderius His Pen the same made known hath unto us Upon the Confines of Bohemia lies A Stygian Vale where shady Mountains rise â—urden'd with aged trees whose bushy heads Fill th'under-lying Vale with horrid shades Denying Phaebus in the brightest Day Leave amply there for to project his Ray. Here every Night after that Sol was gon To court Queen Thetis in the Ocean And that the horrid shaddows of the Night With pitchy Vailes had muâ—â—led up the Light Hell and its Princes mustered their Forces Their bands of Foot-men and their Troops of Horses And in disport to Exercise and play Their Stygian Troops imbattel'd in array They did divide meeting with strange effort Pel-mell they joyn'd and skirmish'd thus in sport â—he Mountains eccho'd and the Vallies rung With the strange noises of this Stygian throng The ayr re-ratled with their Canons noyse Their armours clashing and the horrid voyce Of fighting roaring howling hissing Fiends Like to the loud-mouth Thunder when it rends The tallest Cedars and the strongest Rocks With unresistible and deadly knocks Here flakes of fire here curled Clouds of Fume With Sulphur mix'd and other stinks did come From out the Vale as if that Aetna there Had spet his fiery entrals in the ayr And by and by they such a yell would send As if at once they Heav'n and Earth would rend Pompey and Caesar on the fatal Plaine Of Pharsalia or great Tamerlaine And Baâ—azet great Alexander and Darius who all Asia did command Met with lesse clamor and lesse noyse of armes Then made these Devils with infernal Charmes Thorow the gentle air these â—lamours flye Which gave Alarums to the dwellers by The fearfull ran away the stoutest dare Not go to see what fighting Foes these were Until at last two stout and hardy Knights Alaâ—um'd with these noyses several Nights Accounting it disgrace for them who were The Sons of Mars for to admit of Fear Resolv'd to go into the Vale and see Who those noctarnal Combatants might be The night appointed arm'd and mounted they Dauntlesse and stout together take their way Fair Phaebe tripping th'row the azure skies Favour'd with smiles of light their enterprize And on the Rode her silver beams doth shed Which to this Close and haunted Valley led By whose fair beams of Light discry they might Two Armies battail'd and prepar'd to fight Their Troops well marshal'd prest and ready bent And Colours streaming in each Regiment The Foot prepar'd the Horsemen mounted and Th' Artillery fitted and in order stand Here Drumms were beat here Fifes were play'd upon Here the shril-sounding Trumpets strongly blown Tantara go and other musick that Men prest to blood and rage doth animate This seen the heart of one strong fear subdues And farther on to go he doth refuse I 'ave seen enough said he nor is it good To match with Friends for feeble Flesh and Blood Let 's now retire while that we may from these Fiends and not dally with such Prodigiâ—s Coward stay thou the other strait replies Iâ—le try their mettal e'r I go Then hies Upon the gallop to these Armies but He in the midst is by a Champion met They draw their Weapons stoutly fight but he Strait loses both his head and Victory The other lesse Fool-hardy flies relate He doth next day this Champions desperate Fate The People thither go by heaps The dead Body they find some furlongs from his Head But neither print of mens feet nor of Horses Nor any sign of all these warlike Forces Were to be seen Sâ—ch stories Histories Afford in plenty And let this suffice Nor are the sacred Acts of Spirits good Inferior or lesse frequent than the Bad â—or they do mortals help as often still As those black Fiends appear to do them ill Doth not the sacred Writ most clearly shine In every place with Angels Acts divine What were those Sacred Nuncio's that came And eat and drank and Talk'd with Abraham They eat and drank not that they needed it For unto nothing soon resolv'd their mâ—at And who were those who Lot protected from The Sulph'ry flames which did on Sodâ—m come That the Aegyptians first-born slew and that Which did Senac'hrib's Host exterminate That which with Manoa commun'd and he Which Daniel help'd in his extremity Which talk'd with Esdras and those five that fought In golden armes for Machaâ—eus stout And what was he who Mary visited And he who Peter from his prison led Full every where are holy Histories Of holy Acts of Angels like to these Who by the Mandate of their masters Will Attend the good of Fragil mortal still This one I 'le cite to them who more would know The Ecclesiastic Histories will show When Christianism's fair and sacred Light Contested with the foul and cursed Night Of Paganism Then the raging Fiends Brought many Saints unto most cruel ends And then the holy Angels of the Lord Bestirr'd themselves to propagate his Word And in the Christians great extremities Apply'd choyce comforts to their Miseries So that with hearts undaunted evermore The Rage and fury of Hel's Prince they bore Among the rest stout LAURENTINUS and His valiant brother PERGENTINUS stand As Champions stout and bid defiance to Hell their pernicious and immortal Foe Their holy Tongues fiered with Zeal decry The Heathens Idol and Idolatry Their holy charmes enchain the Peoples hearts And Sathaa's wounded by the sacred darts Shot from their pious mouthes and fearing now To be o're-come voweth their overthrow TIBURTIUS then Areciam's Lord is bent To be the Prince of STYX his Instrument He these seeks to disswade but all in vain They scorn his hony'd words and sugar'd traine The more TIBURTIUS lauds his Iupiter The more he up their holy zeal doth stirr Enraged he as Sathan did command Caus'd them with cruel cords for to be bound And then with batts for to be beaten â—ore Till their white backs were covered with gore But mark an Angel with a steely wand And frowning brows doth by these Martyrs stand Unseen he strikes their Executioners Which blow its dyre effects full soon infers For strait their armes who beat these Martyrs so Are now not able for to strike a blow Dry'd up they are like sticks their sinnews shrunk And dryth hath up their strength and vigor drunk Cruel Tiberius then to prison hales These Brothers Hell now claps on all his Sailes Blown with the blasts of Rage fell mischiefs barque Seeks to o'rewhelm the Christian 's new-built Ark There as it were within the jawes of Hell Where horrid Night and Stygian stinks did dwell Where mire and filthy durt and stinking dung Bespread the floor and the black wall 's behung There are the Brothers noble Brothers put And there from food as well as Light are shut But
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
same The form and being of this world doth prove The mighty power of the great IEHOVE And that a Deity there is For why 'T is plain it was not from Aeternity The constant changes of all things below The same to wise men do most clearly show Its alteration its Catastrophe Declares but what is from Aeternity No end can have The world beginning had Which was from Chance from Nature or from God From CHANCE it was not what a jumbled thing And foul mishapen Monster Chance would bring Forth could but she a world produce but this Of harmony and true agreement is So full that Atheists convinc'd proclam'd Have that not chance but God the world hath fram'd For who considers but the Harmony Of those bright fires shining in the skie The order marriage and the sweet consent With one another of each Element The secret virtues of all things that grow The hidden Sympathy of things below And Earth's most admirable form will not Himself exhibit to be such a sot Nor will be fill'd with so much ignorance As to averr the world was made by CHANCE Nor yet by NATURE was the world created For if that she had thus the world instated All things obedient would have been to her And past her bounds and rules not dar'd to stir But all do know how that sometimes the Creature Passeth the limits and the bounds of Nature Miraculously as when the golden Sun Ecclipsed is in the full of the Moon As when the Sun when Christ our Saviour dy'd His face did in a Mask of darknesse hide As all the world well knew for then between The Moon and him full half the Heav'n was seen So that it was impossible the cause Of this Ecclipse should come from Nature's Laws Nor yet can those who Nature God will make For every thing a Natural reason speak NATURE nor CHANCE therefore this world could frame A God therefore it follows made the same A GOD therefore there is The Devil too And acts of evil spirits plainly shew The same the world can testifie to this That Sp'rits apparitions no fable is But chiefly men although they God deny Themselves are forc'd a God to justifie How else can they such an Idea frame Of the great God as to deny the same For who can an Idea frame of what No being has whose species is not We an Idëa frame may of a face Of man or beast which living never was But men and beasts there are or else we frame Could not any Idëa's of the same So man may false Ideas frame of God But were there none he no Ideas shoâ—'d So man of God doth an Idea frame Whilst he about goes to deny the same And so is forc'd indeed for to confess What 's mouth denyes with so much wickedness Nature hath with an Adamantine pen Insculped deeply into the hearts of men That there 's a God although she could not show Nor dictate to them the true God to know And on their consciences she by her Law Has of a Deity impos'd an aw For there 's no Nation though they brutish be But have a Notion of a Deitie Some thing or other for a God adore They do which certainly was past the power Of humane policy for to imprint And o're the whole world through all ages hint Conscience doth prove a Deity likewise Which in the face still of the wicked â—â—es And though his actions ne'r so secret be Yet he 's afraid there is an eye doth see An eye which points and doth distinguish still Betwixt the several acts of good and ill Lastly the soul of man which shall for aye In night Eternal or eternal day Dwell which immortal is for were 't not so Corruption would take hold upon it too As well as on its case but all know this Th' immortal soul in age the stronger is The nearer that the body 's to the grave The more advantages the soul will have And so diseases which the case controule Cannot corrupt nor yet infect the soul. Sâ— alwayes mark whilst from the Body we By contemplation on deep abstracted be The â—oal doth better shew her complement But much more when she 's from the body rent As also by her laâ—ge capacity And by her utter independency On th' outer case for leaving that sometimes Without that she transcurs the earthly climes And visits places and them far more clear Beholds than if she in the body were This history will justifie but we Will strive for to avoid prolixity If the soul's mortal what doth make her love 〈◊〉 despising mortal things to sore above And never tire like unto like doth goe Which makes her thus despise all things below And to the Centre out of which she came Sâ—ll upwards tend with an immortal flame I say the soul doth prove a God to be The cause of her or else it follows she Iâ— of her self the cause then should we know All things that are more clearly than we do Knowledge nor understanding should we want Nor of our selves nor parts be ignorant Of which we are our parent then should not Be ignorant of what they have begot But how the cause and the effect can be All one as yet I have not eyes to see But to conclude what further proof indeed Of God than his great Providence doth need His providence in every thing but yet In plaguing those who him deny'd and it Especially for such struck with his rod Have by their deaths made known there is a God PHERECIDES was eaten up with lice LUCIAN by 's dogs devoured in a trice DIAGORUS from ATHENS banished A talent promis'd them who brought his head An arrow split the heart of JULIAN An ulcer killed scoffing APPION MACHIAVEL in prison rotted and HERMANUS felt the fire and God's just hand â—t would be endless to recount them all â—ut as they did may every ATHEIST fall Seeing that there a God immortal is 〈◊〉 follows then there are more Worlds than this For God's not seen here in this Orb below But as he doth himself in 's Creatures show Indeed he dwelleth here and every where Nor can he be confined to a Sphere But yet there is a world a glorious place Where brightned souls behold him face to face Where he is seen cloath'd with Eternal Day Where vails and shadows all are ta'ne away Where Saints behold him in great glory stand Not vail'd as here nor at the second hand Who so believes the sacred Scripture must Acknowledge needs that our assertion's just For that to take all scruples from us says God not one World but Worlds created has I 'le here not usher in with museful straines Th' exuberant fancies of some witty braines Who make the Moon a World to be and who Make Worlds of all the starres of Heav'n too Let such themselves and others to delude With brain-built worlds and worlds infinitude I 'le not contest GOD may do what he please But here I treat not
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
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
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
Wrath of God Then sweat he drops of Blood this agony Endured was so that you all might be Sav'd from the Wrath he underwent for Mâ—n Unto the Fathers Justice was he then A Sacrifice his Soul for you abode In Hell and there quenched the Wrath of God Through it a Way he made for every one That after him to Paradise shall come So long as Adam slept when Eve was made So long he in the Grave and Anger staid But then that Body pure angelical That Earth of which Adam was made the fall Not having yet Cloath'd him with such as you And other Mortals sprung from him indue This Body Christ assum'd the which did straight His Crucified Body penetrate And wholly swallow'd up so that it then Could passe th'row Walls and walk unseen by men But when he pleas'd to shew himself so all Bodies shall rise this flesh and blood and all Such flesh and blood shall enter heav'n Now four Times ten dayes he remain'd just and no more In Paradise there tempted he withstood VVhat flung down Adam like a rushing flood Confirmed now to Heav'n he ascends In his Disciples sights and there remains See where they gazing stand see where a Cloud His Body from their mortal eyes doth shroud Now he to Glory goes in 's Company The Patriarchs and holy Prophets be And all those who before him dy'd who on The promis'd seed did trust which was to come Abraham the Father of the faithfull Band Dischargeth now his holy Bosom and Close follows Iesus with his blessed train And so th' Imperial Court of Heav'n they gain And thus Angelical Bodies getting rise With joy and with him enter Paradise VVhere they in Heav'n remain In Heav'n he is The cause oâ— joys of happinesse of blisse 'T is he makes Heav'n and there where he doth stand Is Paradise which is at God's right Hand O mount not now beyond the clouds for where The second Principle remains 't is there That Heav'n is nor can it be confin'd Nor comprehended in thy darker mind So that a local place thou in thy head Imaginest when that its Court doth spread Th'row out the World a way to Paradise And Heav'n there is and yet not th'row the Skies Tâ—â—s Path â—ill lead thee thâ—â—â—er thou shalt know The Way not out but into Heav'n doth go 'T is to the Centre thou must presse for there Heav'n and the glorious Angels will appear There Iesus is and when he comes again Not as before shall he in flesh remain No more be Crucifi'd but then â—e shall VVith his bright Glory swallow up this Ball. Then Paradise shall manifested be This is the Day all Saints do long to see Keep safe this Picture and be sure that thou Continually do this bright Pattern view Him only imitate see now if that These things which here are offer'd by Deceit Are worth a grain of Dust compar'd unto Those Riches that in Paradise do grow Kick down Decâ—it and all her toyes despise Follow thou Me I 'le shew thee Paradise Thus Alatâ—ia ends the while his eyes The Pilgrim to the perfect Pattern ties On it they dwell where they such sweetnesse found That to a meditation so profound And deep as may be they his soul attract That Life so spotlesse and so pure to act He now desires Christ now his Pattern is And in his steps he seeketh after Blisse Whilst thus his busie eyes 〈◊〉 to and fâ—o On that which Alaâ—â—â—a did bestow Upon him all the circumambient ayr Began to glow and seemed all on fire The Pilgrim 'gan to feel the glowing heat His Cheeks grew red his Face and Temples sweat About he looks to see from whence it came When that he spies a Chariot all on flame Which two swift Coursers drew their flaming breath Threatning to all that should oppose them Death VVith a Iehuan pace on wheels of speed Down the next Rock Horses and Chariot slide And up another ran e'n to the top Before hot Zelus could 's swift Coursers stop Doubling their sturdy necks he back again Inforces them with much ado refrain At last he did his furious Steeds and from His Chariot did unto the Pilgrim come His Robes were flames of fire pouder'd with Hearts Winged with flames struck th'rough with flaming Darts His eyes a piercing ardor sent his Hand Bore both a steeled Lance and flaming brandâ— The Pilgrim he accosts and easily got VVith him to mount his flaming Chariot Now glows his heart and now a Champion For God he is with sury he upon Deceit doth set against the Mountain flings His Spear tramples upon her siner things Scatters her Gold and silver doth despise Her Honours Dainties Pleasures Braveries Under his feet he tramples that at last His flaming Brand amongst them all he cast The fire takes hold consuming them to nought The Mount it to a heap of ashes brought VVhat cryes the Pilgrim shall a mount of dust To stop my passage unto Heav'n thrust It self between me and my God so shall This brand what e'r opposes cause to fall Nought stand 'tween me and Heav'n shall if it do This Spear this Brand this hand shall make it â—ow The World and all things I 'le forsake and I Father and Mother also will deny And hate them too if they opposers be And stand betwixt blest Paradise and me Heav'n 's in my eye its Beauties are my prize Heav'n 's a Reward for him that Earth denyes My Way I am resolved to make Good Although I stand up to the chin in blood A fire agitates my Limbs and now Both World and all things Zeal shall make to bow This said he hurries up and down the Way His furious Steeds cannot stand still nor stay What e'r appears the hot-spur'd Pilgrim now Without examination makes to bow The furious Steeds over the Mountains flye Feeling the Reines loose on their necks to lye And ready to praecipitate their Guide Down the steep ridges of the Rocks they slide Sometimes they 're in the Way sometimes they 're out Someâ—imes they backward run sometimes about And o're the Rocks their heady coâ—â—se they take Th'rough fire and water they their voyage make The next Way that appears he takes and what He thinks is Good others must bow to that This furious Course makes him to lose the Way And up and down at every turn to stray What e'r he sees under his Censure comes As well in Iudgâ—mâ—â—ts as in Zeal he fumes But whilst with Zeal he runneth up and down A Matron met him on whose awfull frown Sat a most comely Gravity Serene And free from tempests her clear face was seen Her eyes something of Majesty did bear And over hearts did sweetly domineer Her face enough of Beauty had and she In all her make bore a just symmetrie Her cloaths were grave and decent neither were They cut to all modes nor yet singular Her pace was grave in every thing she
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
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
their cheeks do lye but see Thâ—â—â—â—qual measures raise theâ—r suavity How sweet a method in their make was seen See how their Gold is chequered with green How passing sweet their outward beauties shine Nor are their inner beauties lesse divine Too long I cannot on these Eulogize Nor too much pâ—ayse their heav'nly suavities Heâ—v'n's Choristers when they begin their Songs Of prayse with this Fruit's juyce do oyl their Tongueâ— The sacred Sâ—riphs when they tune the Keyes Of their shril Tongues for everlasting prayse And Halleluâ—ah's of this Fruit they eat Which doth their prayse-â—ip'd Tongues on fire set Whilst Sion's Harpers strike their trembling Chords Marying their Ayres unto their quavering Words All of us Love this Fruit for it inspires Our Songs inflames our Tongues with Heav'nly Fires Thâ—s Fruit it is which makes a Pâ—et shine And makes his Numbers and himself divine This Fire inkindles in his noble breast Which makes him Loves lascivious layes detest Supâ—-caelestial are his harbour'd Fires His layes are tuned to the Angels Lyres 〈◊〉 divine and spiritual Songs do bear 〈…〉 Soul unto the highest Sphear 〈◊〉 Pâ—â—â—mes and rapting Hymn's high Keyes Fâ—oâ— gâ—aver Epods up do often raise His Soâ—l then with 〈◊〉 fury He Makes Dis to tremble at his meloâ—y In this â—â—uit's juyce his lipâ— he drenches this His 〈◊〉 and Hippocrenâ— iâ— One 〈◊〉 of this sweet juyce can make him do More than 〈…〉 Muâ—es and Apoâ—â—o too The Kingâ—â— Hâ—â—per eat this blessed Food When 〈…〉 Spirit he so sweetly chew'd By this inspir'd he wrote those Heav'nly Layes Those Hymns of Joyes and those Psalmes of prayse This made the maâ—tyâ—'d Fathers often sing When scorching Flames their burning armes did fling About their naked flesh whilst furâ—ous kisses Sent their rejoycing Souls to lasting Blisses That neighbour Pattâ—n which transparent seems Doth also hold inestimable Gemms They apples are although unto our sight Each one appears a big-swell'd Maâ—garite The Persic gulf not yet the Eastern Seas Did ever Unions yield so fair as these Not all the Children of the Cheripo's Could half the value match of one of those Fair radiant Globes whose lustrous beamings forth Sufficiently do testifie their worth These to the Eater give a Beam of Light A more than Lynx's â—ye a piercing sight Which through the feigned Cloaks of Spirits can See their true shapes although they false put on Though Hel's â—rince should his swarthy hide paint o're With Virgin Beauties though such wings he wore As I have on Should he Angellic cloathes Put on his visage paint with purest snows His Snakes to Amber Curles convert his brow His Horns pull'd in with pollish'd Ivory strow His jagged Teeth in order set and from His horrid Mouth breath nothing but Perfume His knotty tail tye round about his wast And over that ten snowy Mantles cast Pare all his clawes hide his deformity And uglinesâ—e with borrow'd braveâ—y And strive his utmost egg'd by cunning hâ—te Our speech as well as cloathes to imitate Yet will this Fruit discover his deceit Lay ope the Monster and make known his cheat The Eyes it gives cannot deceived be They th'row false paintings and adornmeâ—â—s see Discern Impostors who usurp our room Desâ—ry Wolâ—â—â— which in borrow'd sheep-Skins comâ— See Sathan's blacknesse th'rough his painted skin See th'row his Angels shape a Devil within Those eyes it gives are acuous and divine And know false borrow'd shapes from genuine O how should Mortals for this fruit entreat Which frees them from the Sâ—ygiâ—n monsters cheat Which shews his fuco's and his subtilties Heretic Errors and prestigious Lyes Which though he cometh in an Angels dress Betrayes him to his genuine ugliness For want of this good souls have been misled And into ills lâ—y false shapes ravished Those snares do most intangle which he uses When Moâ—tals he under our shapes abuses By this bless'd Paul th' imposture's shape espi'd Although of Christ and him he testâ—fy'd And having seen him he to Hell betray'd Him and deliver'd the Divining Maid By this the Infant Church had eyes to sâ—e Iesus from Idols Truth from Heresie The cunning tricks and wondrous subtilties Sathan still us'd to blind the Heathens eyes This then discover'd his impostrous cheâ—ts Made known fair Truth and his most foul deceits The next though palenesse in their cheâ—ks appear Lesse Lovely nor of lesser virtues are How sweetly kissing in the Diâ—h they lye These are the Apples of true unity This precious Fruit bears Adamantine glew Can chain a thousand Hearts aswel as two With truâ—-Love Links fast in a Knot together That Hell nor all his Ramms shall break the tether 'Twixt Spirits this frames a true unity And binds with bands of best Community An hundred Hearts it can so fastly bind That they shall seem but all one Heart and mind This can do more for the dread stroke of Fate By this Friends heares link'd cannot separate It tyes immortal gives though Death can slay The Carcasse yet cannot take these tyes away For spite of Death their Souls together still Being joyn'd they visit one another will By this the Saints a sweet Communion have With those who long since past the silent Grave For Death to a Communion spiritual To such is no impediment at all Those out of Bodies with perspicuous eyes Can see Hel's plots and cruel subtilties And to their Friends they oft permitted are Those precipies timely to declare By this the Patriarchs the Apostles the Blest Saints and all the Martyr'd Fathers be Alive to this Day and by this alone Man may with them still have Communion Thus Friends divided by the Hand of Fate By this alone are made inseperate For this gives tyes that cannot broken be By the weak Hand of frail Mortality All the Apostles of this Fruit did tast Which link'd their Hearts so fast By this Communion with each other they Kept though they o're the Earthly World did stray Apart and those who did survive the rest Communion kept with those whose Deaths were blest By martyrdom which Courage stout did give To know the Blisse in which their souls did live Thus blessed Denis joyn'd in unity After their Deaths did Paul and Peter see Crown'd with glorious Crowns of sacred Light Array'd with Roâ—es of more than snowy white By this Fruit thus they after Death with one Another held a strict Communion That golden Pattin which stands next to this Of Fruits with brightnesse cloath'd the Arca is Heave'n's brightest Tapers in the Skies do blaze With lesser Lustre and lesse sparkling Rayes Than these whose beamings and illustrous shine Preach their ownâ— Beauties and their Worth divine We much desire that man should seed on this Illustrous Fruit for by this Fruit he is Acquainted with us by this Fruit alone We have with Him and He has union With us by this our several Hierarchies Our Beauty splendor and Attires he sees To Man by this illustrous Fruit alone Our Care and kind Philanthropie
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
sensible cann't feel Material Fire or jerkes from whips of Steel Nor water-torments 't is an aking smart Most cruel sowr eager fierce and tart Astringent cold attracting harsh desire Which breeds a piercing prickling stinging fire Which turns to rage and enmity and that Stirs up the prickling if it groweth flat So feeds with fuel like a turning wheel It still runs round These are the pains we feel Suppose that one who has a strong desire Which burneth in him and he 's all on fire For to ascend a Mountain made of Glasse The which he knows impossible alasse He yet to do it strives and yet despairs He has no hope and yet desires nor dares To think he can yet trys he sees 't is vain Yet he desires and yet he cann't refrain Again he tries he cannot set his feet But down he slides this anguish doth begeâ— That rage and fury then desire again Renews the anguish Anguish rage that pain Begets and thus himself his tormeâ—t breeds So here our torment from our selves proceeds The which Eternal is The damned Crue And we our torments daily thus renew A strong desire we do here retain The which is mix'd with Anguish Grief and pain After the Heart of God not that we would Possesse it or dwell in it if we could We cann't have such a thought for we no lesse Than enmity eternally possesse Against what we desirerâ— we still despair We cannot hope yet still desiring are And what doth breed in us the greater wo Is 'cause that to Aeternity we know It so continue must anguish and smart A stinging prickling akeing sowr tart And horrid Grief torments us then again Desire breeds Anguish Anguish breeds our pain And thus though 't cannot be exprest we feel Aeternal Wrath like to a turning Wheel Which ever moves And this to you I tell The damned feel These are the pains of Hell Our Prince and we after the World was made Burn'd with a strong desire to invade That new-made Orb the which we could not do Untill our Cunning Adam overthrew Then we our Forces sent What myriads we Have gain'd to us your eyes shall witnesse be For 't is our nature to gain what we can We love the noble Company of Man If not why should we labour so we were Created of the substance your souls are And you like us may if you will become Here 's entertainment and enough of room You see how well I love you that I dare Hel's pains and secrets freely thus declare You may be sure that I would ne'r do thus Did I not you esteem as one of us And you 'd confirmed be e'r you return When that yo' ar enter'd where that fire doth burne You 'l understand what 't is you then in part As we do Wrath and enmity exert Will 'gainst the Orb of Love Nor what I tell Think strange would you of our own Principle Have us be ignorant or not to know From whence we came how enmity did grow Betwix'd the second Principle and us Forg t our former seats you 'd make us thus Like to you Mortals who by sicknesse what Before or Age in Youth they 'ave don forget We know moâ—e then you think we do alltho We it to Mortals very seldom show Come let us stay no longer you shall see Hel's pomp and 's mighty Stygian Majesty This said they both together go No flame Or lighter blaze from that dark fire came But 't was like a dark-glowing coal or like A d'outed Candle with a glowing week Here enter'd now he feels an enmity Against Love's Kingdom and the Deity He sees the Devils smells Sulphurian stinks Hears them blaspheme himself a Devil thinks Does as they do Thousands at first do meet Him in most horrid shapes with cloven feet With Dragons tailes and looks hard scaly hides Long-tusked teeth jawes gaping far and wide These usher them along He also saw Millions of Souls who in such shapes did draw Hel's faetid ayâ— a blast whereof would choke The earthly Globe their mouths spaâ— fire and smoak Their faces black as ink cornuted some And very few retain'd an humane form And those that did were bunch-back'd crooked lam'd One ey'd deformed and more ugly seem'd Than those with other shapes but now he met The greater Princes in their order set who 'd think that Hell should there retain the Form Of every thing that doth this World adorn Why not if Heav'n the purer forms of these Things uncorrupted bear the Species Impuâ—e and corrupted may not Hell With as much reason think you hold aswell Yea sure the Devils cloath themselves in all Shapes may excepting the Angelical As Angels cannot take a Devils hew So cannot Devils Angels shapes indue Both may an humane form for sure he that A soul can may a body agâ—â—â—te Thus then in brief the shew of Hell was when With this fell rabble in that fiery den A while he marched had A troop he met Of many millions in their order set Under their several Princes on each side Making a lane they do themselves divide Some they were mounted upon Elephants Some upon Camels and some vast Gyants Stood on their feet whose heads like waving Trees To shrubs did shadow those that to their Knees Scarce reach'd Some others in their Charâ—â—â— were And prauncing steeds do other Captains bear Some upon Wolves some upon Asses â—ide Some Lions Tygers Whales and Bears bestride All sorts of Instruments they bear Some horn Their shining fronts like yellow brasse adorn Some heads like Dragons some like Mastâ—â—â—â— bear With hispid mantles of dark pitchy hair Some hide their 〈◊〉 hides others are in â— Dragons scaly Coaâ— a Lions skinâ— Others indâ—e 〈◊〉 from their mouthes a stink Of smoak and 〈◊〉 send some soot and ink Spew some spit Toads and Spiders others flakes Oâ—â—ire and some instead of Hair have â—nakes Dangling about their â—ares and twisting round Their necks depend their tailes unto the ground Such kind of Forms all bear He still doth 〈◊〉 Thorow this mighty Tâ—â—op conducted was By all the chief untill at last he came Where seates a kind of Theatre did frame At th'upper end great Lucifer he saw Whose â—roâ—n keeps the Taâ—arean troops in aâ—e Sâ—tâ—on an Ebon Throne more black than Jet And round abouâ— him Hel's great Princes set According to their raâ—â—ks Great Lucisâ—r A sâ—ble Crown upon his head did bear One hand a Sâ—â—pter held the other bore A hissing Snake upon his back he wore Nothing but griesly hair more black than Night Under his sâ—percilious brow a Light Like 〈◊〉 coils came from his saucer eyes His rugged cheeks Like 〈◊〉 Rocks did rise With dented Vallies every time he spoke From 's hellish mouth came clouds of 〈◊〉 smoak Which intermixed were with flakes of fire His breast beset with â—air as stiffâ— as wire Boâ—e two great duggs from whence like spring-lersâ—ell 〈…〉 His Banner broke in twain hard by wasâ—een An humane Form triumphing over him With
a great Maâ—e an horned Devil stood Upon the Earth a mighty Dragâ—n trod Bearing a sable 〈◊〉 displâ—y'd on high In which was fairly 〈◊〉 VICâ—O 〈◊〉 This was to shew his trâ—umph over 〈◊〉 And Love's fair Oâ—â— in this fame 〈◊〉 an Realm and to shew them that here he reigns alone None but himself there sits upon the Throne On 's right hand set of that dark 〈◊〉 The potent Princes every one a Throne Possess'd Balzebub Sathan Asmodel Miriri Mammon Ast'roth Beliâ— With thousands more Commanding Dâ—â—mâ—ns who In strange and various shapes appear'd in view On 's left hand sat Prince Pride in 's face Disdâ—â—â— Pourtrayed was big were his looks his Train Hung lower than his Feet â— Peacooks pâ—â—me Shaded his hory Crest with strong perâ—â—â—â— His ' brodered Gâ—wn did smell pendanâ—â— did dâ—ck His flagging Eares black Chaâ—nes prâ—â—ing'd his neck Finer than all the rest he was one hand On 's side was plac'd a â—larâ—ing hellish braâ—d The other held Next him sat Envy who Did garments specâ—'d with swelling â—oads indue A meagre Face hâ— had and hollow Eyes Lean jawes thin neck and spinâ—y armes and thighs His Head aâ—guiferous a poyson strong Continually drop'd from his spungy Tongue At 's feet 〈◊〉 sat his servitour With Enmity who for his service bâ—re Two mighty Scorpiâ—â—◠〈◊〉 was next Who held his pawes continually convext With Clawes like iron 〈◊〉 a 〈…〉 He had no Ornaments 〈◊〉 hair did gracâ— His hellish Corpse Next furious fiery 〈◊〉 Quick flamâ—s and fiery darts sat belâ—â—â—ng forth His hands were arm'd with steel a Dragon's 〈◊〉 A crosse his shoulders with live Snakes was ty'd A Lions foce he had Next goatiâ—h Lust Sat in a Throne all over-spread with dust A stinking smell he-had the skins of Goats Were ty'd about him in the stead of Coâ—ts The down of Sparrows want of hair supply'd Upon his scalp his eyes on every side Still rowl'd about Tun-belly'd Drunkenâ—esse Sat next his ugly shape a Tongue expresse Cannot nor 's horrid brother Gluttony With thousands more whom the man's 〈◊〉 desâ—ry Did in their Pomp Amaz'd almost to see So many Princes 'bout Hel's Majesty He nearer drew when the great Prince of Hell Shaking his drieâ—y locks these words did yell Forth from his piâ—chy mouth black smoak and flame From 's cursed throat with 's words together came Welcom my Son unto these glowing parts I have considered thy great deserts For which I did permit that thou might'st see My Kingdom 's Glory and my Majesty Here is a Throne and here a Crown lies by For thee when it shall be thy destiny To leave the prison of thy Soul I do In the mean tiâ—â—â—ny power confirm on you Thou shalt my great Magâ—tian be and show Strange uncoth Wonders in the Orb below Hau Let this blast imbue thy fetid Soul Accepâ— may power and let none controul Thy might and force Go to the Tree of Death Eat of the fruit and so confirm my Breath Chuse what thou pleasest there is choice nay all If thou canst use them in the earthly Ball For our great Glory Our great Mysteries When thou hast earen thou wilt better prize VVhen thou shalt be confirm'd Love theâ— shall flye None in thy Heart shall ever reign but â— This said he nodded to the Prince that brought Him thither who conceiv'd his Princes thought Doing obeysâ—nce both withdrew and strait Towards the Tree of Death they ambulate A narrow Vale they enter where nor Tree Nor spire of grasse or any herb he see Coâ—ld on each side huge cloudy Rocks mount up Which hanging over almost kisse a top A thick dark shadow on the ground they cast From hollow crannies comes a â—aetid blast Which 'mongst the windings frames a murmuring voice And getting out 〈◊〉 horrid hissing noyse Doth make Thoâ—ow the midst a pitchy stream The which from Styx and other Rivers came Runs this they follow till they saw it shoot Its sooty waters at the very Root Of the mortiferous Tree in there it fell Conveighing thither all the dregs of Hell By which that Tree is nourished He now Lifts up his eyes and that strange Tree doth view The trunck more hard than solid steel for moâ—â—e With filthy spawn of Toads inclosed was Poyson of Asps instead of shining guâ— Thorow the bark from every limb did come Thrice fifty Cubiâ—â— scarce could close about Its mighty bole one every limb stretch'd out Hung crawling Vipers sucking with delight The juyce of Henbane and of Aconite From off the leaves which gave a filtâ—y stink And were more black than Pitch or blackest ink An horrid blast arising from the ground Concusse the leaves which make a dryery sound In their forc't Kissing Bitterer then sooâ— Mixed with Gall and Wormwood'd juyce the fruit Was which thick sparsed here and there did grow In sundryâ— coâ—ours on each sable bow A while he views this Tree Hel's horrid Fiend From 's smoaky throat at last these woâ—ds doth send Seest thou this stately Tree those Fruits I wis Are our Ambrosiâ— and our Nectâ—r is That humid â—â—yce you see no other 〈◊〉 But what grows here our Prince esteemeth good No Winter with its nipping frosts bereaves This lurid Tree of these his fable leaves Nor leaves nor blâ—ssoms adds the spring unto 't Nor yellow Autumn robs it oâ— its Fruit It thus continues as it is and tho We daily feed thereon it doth not grow Barren of â—ruit for tho we cul apace Others supply straitway their vacant place And should we off the Fruit we see now pull Next moment renders it again as full We need not fear but hâ—re is choyce enough For every Prince hath here his several bough Yon' fair spread arm whose fruit so rarely dy'd Spec't like the Peacock's tail yields food for Pride Yon Snake-betwisted bow Toâ—d-specled fruit Doth best the slaverâ—ng Chaps of Envy sute Yon' sire-coloured â—ome loves mighty 〈◊〉 Lust thinks that jeâ—â—y Apple better worth Yon' mighty Limb which bâ—â—reth Apples thrice As big as all the 〈◊〉 Loves Avâ—â—ice Yon' juicy Fruit which liquor doth express Thorow the skin loves beastly Drunkennesse And those two thick fruit-pressed limbs close by Belongs to wantonnesse and gluttony On that feeds sloth and that arm which you there Behold doth serve the Table of despair Yon' strange-shap'd Fruit which on that bow you â—ee Is suck'd upon by foul-mouth'd Perjury It 's endlesse to name all Rare Fruit beside All these we have upon the other side Step hither look hereâ—s gallant Fruit indeed Here 't is and if you please that you shall feed These are the Fruits will ope your dimmer eyes Will make you subtle and exceeding wise These these will shew the vertue of this Tree And I will tell you what those Apples be Seest that fair onewith Crimson-circleâ—deâ—kt And here and there with Characters â—espeâ—'t Should'st thou eat that as good a liâ—guist strait Should be as he that seâ—en years had â—â—t Poring on books enduring cold