theirs the wicked neuer can attaine 29 Ah why should Soules for senselesse Riches care They Mercie need it is a way to Wrath The first Man he was made the rest borne bare Those floting Treasures come and go with Breath Not mortall Goods no mortall Euils they are Which since being dead can naught afford but Death Their seed base Care their fruite is burd'nous Paine A losse when found oft lost the Loosers gaine 30 The greatest good which by such Wealth is sought Are flattering pleasures which whilst fawning staine A smoak a shaddow froth a dreame a thought Light slyding fraile abusing fond all vaine Which shewes when staying soone dissolu'd in naught Do to the mind as Clouds to Skies remaine As of Heauens Beauties Clouds would make vs doubt Through mists of Minds the Spirit peepes faintlie out 31 That King of men admir'd of GOD belou'd Whom such none did preceede nor yet succeede Who Wisdomes Minion Vertues Paterne prou'd He slow'd what hight of Blisse this Earth could breede Whose Mind and Fortune equall Meruailes mou'd Whilst Wealth and Wit striu'd which should most exceede Yet he when quicke was cross'd and scorn'd when dead By Happinesse too much vnhappie made 32 Her store franck Nature prodigally spent To make that Prince more then a Prince esteem'd Whilst Art to emulate her Mistresse bent Though borrowing strength from her yet stronger seem'd He wanted naught which might a Minde content What once he wish'd or but to wish was deem'd For thousands Reason rested on his Will Great fortunes find obsequious followers still 33 With GOD the Father he who did conferre And of the Sonne plac'd for a Paterne stood He to Gods Law did his vile Lust preferre His Lust as boundlesse as a raging flood Who would haue thought he could so grossely erre Euen to serue Idoles scorne a GOD so good The strong in Faith when GOD abstracts his Grace Like Men disarm'd fall faintly from their Place 34 GODS Way cannot be found his Course not knowne As Thoughts he did enlarge or else restraine Some were made Saintes who Saintes had once ou'r-throwne Some highly Holy turn'd to be Prophane To mocke Mens Iudgement magnifie his Owne Whilst GOD by both did glorified remaine Let None presume nor yet all Hope despise Who stand feare fals who fall exspect to rise 35 Through Hell to Heauen since our Redeemer past Thinke that all Pleasure purchas'd is with Paine But though first Death none shall the second tast Whom GOD predestinates with him to raigne Choos'd Call'd made Holy Iust and Glorious last Twixt Heauen and Earth them holds a spirituall Chaine Whose fastning Faith whose Linkes are all of Loue Through Clouds by GODS own Hand stretch'd from aboue 36 Let not the godly Men Affliction feare GOD wrestle may with some but none ou'r-throwes Who giues the Burden giues the Strength to beare And greatest Seruice greatest Guerdon owes Those who would reape they at the first must care GODS Loue his Faith a good Mans Trouble showes Those whom GOD tries he giues them power to stand He Iacob tost and stay'd both by one Hand 37 Since first being chus'd ere made much more ere prou'd A Soule elected cannot lose though stray And let none aske what so to doe GOD mou'd His Will his Word his Word our Will should sway He hated Esau and he Iacob lou'd Hath not the Potter power to vse the Clay And though his Vessels could why should they pleade If to Dishonour or to Honour made 38 Some dare tempt GOD presuming of his Grace And proudly sinne as sau'd assur'd to be Nor care not much what Course they doe embrace Since nought they say can change GODS first Decree No None find Heauen but heauenly Wayes first trace The Badge the Bearer shewes the Fruits the Tree Who Safetie doubt do as you might deserue Who trust be thankefull both GOD better serue 39 With Gifts fit for their State all are endew'd Grace Mercie still Wrath Iustice doth conuoy GOD cleares their Sight of whome he will be view'd And blindes Them here Whom hence he will destroy Those whom he did elect those he renewd Those whom he leaues They sinne and sinne with Ioy Such liue like Beasts but worse when dead remaine Beasts dead lose Sence Death giues them Sence with Paine 40 This froward Race that to Confusion rinnes Through Selse-presumption or Distruct of GOD Shall once disgorge the Surfet of their Sinnes Whilst what seemes light then prou's a burdnous Lod With Them in Iudgement once when GOD beginnes To beate to bruise them with an yron Rod Whilst ayrie Pleasures leaden Anguish bring Exhausted Honny leaues a bitter Sting 41 Yet wicked Men whom foule Affections blind Dare say O now that Heauen not Brimstone raines Let vs aliue haue what contents the Mind And dread when dead brags of imagin'd Paines The Debt we sweet the Intrest easie find At least the Payment long deferr'd remaines Who Shaddowes feare whilst they the Substance keepe But start at Dreames when they securely sleepe 42 Ah filthie Wretch thy Fancies higher lift That doth encroach which then would'st thus delay Then Eagle Arrow Ship or Wind more swift Match'd only by it selfe Time slides away Straight of all Soules GOD shall the secrets sift And priuat thoughts with publicke Showts display Then when Times glasse not to be turn'd is runne Their Griefe still growes whose Ioyes were scarse begunne 43 Whiles rais'd in haste when Soules from him rebell By Inundations of impetuous Sinne The Floods of GODS deepe Indignation swell Till Torments Torrents violently runne Damnations Mirrours Models of the Hell To shew what hence not ends may heere beginne Then let me sing some of GODS Iudgements past That who them heare may tremble at the last 44 That glorious Angell bearer of the light The Mornings eye the Messinger of Day Of all the Bands aboue esteem'd most bright As is among'st the rest the Month of May He whom those Giftes should haue engadg'f of right Did swolne with pride from him who gaue them stray And sought a Traitour to vsurpe his Seate Yea worse if worse may be did proue ingrate 45 His starrie Taile the pompous Peacok streames As of all Birds the basenesse to disproue So Lucifer insulted in his Beames As since Narcissus with himselfe in loue And better Angels scorn'd whilst drunke with dreames If Enuy not at least Disdaine to moue Those who grow proud presuming of their State They others do contemne them others hate 46 To Wickednesse the Wicked soone accords That stryfe which one deuys'd all did conclude Their Armour Malice Blasphemie their Swords Their darts of Enuy only aym'd at Good And when they mette they vs'd not many Wordes Thoughts vtter most when they are vnderstood By bodies grosse when they no hinderance haue The Spirits being pure may others mindes perceaue 47 As where Vncleannesse is the Rauens repaire The spotted Band swarm'd where he spent his Gall Who fondlie durst with GOD foule foole compare And his
the Aire 98 That which enchroac'd on euery bordering Shore By oft renu'd Assaults vsurping Miles Shall then all ebbe not flowing as before VVhilst trauelling Thetis doth bring forth new Iles VVhich Birth soone old to be embrac'd no more She loth to leaue oft turnes and kisses whyles Till all the VVorld one withered Masse appeares Spoyld of all Moysture saue Mans fruitlesse Teares 99 What hideous object what a horride Sight O Terrour strange which euen I quake to thinke Where all of late was leuell at one hight Their Mountaines mount and Fields farre down do sinke All pau'd with Monsters which if painting right Feare would make paper black and pale my Inke The Seas with Horrour so arrest my Hand I must amaz'd retire me to the Land 100 The Land where Pleasure lodg'd where Rest did rest Which did abound in Fruits in Fowles and Beasts Of which all good none can discerne the best In number moe though manie then Mens Tastes Made to refresh fraile Nature when distrest Though them fond Man superfluously wastes Till that the Earth doth to a CHAOS turne Which since his Teares not wash his Sinnes shall burne 101 Where are the flowrie Fields the fishie Streames The pasturing Mountaines and the fertill Plaines With Shadowes whyles whyles clad with Titans Beames As of Heauens Pleasures Types and of Hells paines Thus in our Brest some thoughts each Moment claimes To curbe rash Ioy with Contemplations raines Where are all those Delights in league with Sense Which make a Heauen when here a Hell when hence 102 Thou who thy Thoughts from no fond course reclaimes But do'st thy Eyes with pleasant objects cloy And let'st thy Heart haue all at which it aimes Bent of the Sonnes of Men to want no Ioy Those to thy sleeping Soule are all but dreames Which waking findes this Treasure but a toy Think thinke when all confounded thus remaines If temporall Ioy be worth eternall paines 103 Those stately Towns whose Towres did braue Heauens rounds Their Kingdomes quintessence for Wealth and Skill A States abridgement drawn in litle bounds Which are whilst them Guests of all Lands do fill Mappes of the World deduc'd from diuerse Grounds Where all Lyfes parts are act'd both good and ill Which barbarous customes founded to remoue Most ciuill first most subtill last did proue 104 Those which great Monarches stronglie stryu'd to ow As which oft-tymes a Kingdomes Keyes do proue By Mindes like Earth-quakes shaken from below By Sulphurous Thunder battered from aboue Yet as ou'r-thrown them hopelesse to ou'r-throw With scorned Squadrouns did disdain'd remoue Those which at Powers of armed Emperours spurn'd Are at an instant then charg'd sack'd and burn'd 105 Braue Citizens which haue resisted long Till their dismantled Town all naked stands And are by Weaknesse left vnto the Strong All taken kill'd or sold like Beasts in Bands As bound of Right to suffer all the Wrong Of railing Tongues or of outragious Hands They of this last assault no Type can see Euen Worse then was or can imagin'd be 106 Ah! if one House when onely fyr'd by chance Doth straight confound a Citie all with feare What high Conceit with curious Thoughts can scance How those Inhabitants themselues shall beare Whose Townes like Lightning vanish with a glance And all to Ashes in a moment weare This with amazement may benumme the Minde But seeme no lesse a greater being diuinde 107 Base Miser thou who by all meanes hast vs'd To bruise the Poore and on their Spoyles to feed In Measure Weight and qualitie abus'd Whilst of all Euills Dearth is the least they dreed That Wealth by thee euen to thy selfe refus'd Which might of thousands haue relieu'd the need Shall all in Flammes vpbraid thee with Hells Fyre Whose vse then at thy hands GOD will requyre 108 Thou who to Richesse wast preferr'd from nought Though once being poore contemn'd of base degree For whom at length all Realmes by Shippes were sought So that no Wind could blow but seruing thee Yet would not comfort those who staru'd in ought Not mindfull what thou wast nor what to be As naked borne thou naked shall returne Else kept to see thy Wealth thy selfe next burne 109 Those statelie Statues which Great Townes do grace And Monuments whose rarenesse Mindes amaze The Worlds seuen Wonders wondred at a space Whilst Strangers long did on their Reliques gaze If that ere then Tyme do them not deface A litle Flash shall euen their Ruines raze Which onely serue to witnesse to each Sight Their idle Builders Vanitie and Might 110 Those Palaces amongst rare things enrold Which Architectours Nombrous Art bewray On enterlaced Roofes emboss'd with Gold On marbted VValls which costlie VVorkes array Though rich without yet worthie but to hold A richer Richesse which within doth stay Past Emulation Admirations Marke All their great Pompe doth perish with a Sparke 111 Those secoud EDENS Gardens of delight Where Times bright Patron justlie parts the Houres Where men to gaze all obiects do inuite In al-wayes lying walkes and growing Bowres In smelling Beds with Pleasure rauish'd quite Whilst wandring in a Laberinth of Flowres Where Art with Nature still for Praise contends A stryfe though oft-tymes iudg'd which neuer ends 112 Where Floraes Treasures with Pomonaes stryues Low shyning groues with shadow'd lights aboue Whilst Art by engines rais'd the Water dryues Borne through the Aire an vncouth Way to proue And by all sounds which Creatures can contryue To melt in Mirth Melancholie wold moue Those pleasant parts shall straight abhorr'd remaine As where Salt sow'n or Showres of Brimstone raine 113 Those walking Wormes vvhich vvith Wormes Spoyles array'd Would purchase Homage from each credulons Eye And yet as Asses vvorth an Asse not vveigh'd VVhilst hauing nought of vvorth but vvhat they buy They shall see that vvhich see their Fancies svvay'd The Tirian Purple and Assyrian Dye Of Pryde the Badges and the Baites of Lust Though kept vvith Toyle from Dust all turn'd to Dust 114 Those glorious Rovvmes of Darkenesse robbing Night VVhere euen the VValles rich Garments do inuest VVhere Yuorie Beds vvith Gold all glancing bright Are made for Shovv as others are for Rest And obiects need to entertaine the Sight VVhich lodge since great a seldome sleeping Guest Novv at this last alarme to them vvho liue They then a Cottage no more Comfort giue 115 Those precious Stones which most in Worth excell For Vertue whyles for Vanitie oft sought Pearles Rubies Diamonds from Rocke from Shell From Depthes of Floods from Mountaines Entrails brought Made Gods with Men whose Heauen is hatching Hell Prys'd by Opinion but by Substance bought The sweet Perfumes and all which is esteem'd Wast by the Owners Wish not once redeem'd 116 That dreadfull Storme as striuing to begine Mount AEtnaes Flames which roare whil as supprest And that which swallowing Natures Student in Did him digest who could it not digest And all those Hills whence Streames of Sulphur rin Shall with their Fires then fortifie
A ♡ DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORDS IVDGEMENT BY Sr. WILLIAM ALEXANDER KNIGHT AH Printed by ANDRO HART and are to be solde at his shop on the North-side of the high Street a litle beneath the Crosse ANNO DOM 1614 TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE ROBERT Viscount Rochester Knight of the most noble order of the Garter and one of his Majesties most honourable priuy Councell THAT the World may haue some publicke testimonie of that priuat loue which your Vertues long since had begotten with my thoughts my Lord this is a small sparke flowne from a great Flame towardes you whose glory is that you onely of all the subjects of this Isle haue the Altar of your honour adorned with offrings from both the Nations in this kind as if your Worth were the Center where both our affections should meete making an vnion in minds a course both worthy of the credite of your place and of your estimation with the world Who more great with Augustus then Mecoenas none so great with the Muses This subject may be thought by some of too melancholicke a Nature for your youth and state but yet is vnnecessarie for neither it may serue for that Macedonians Page who vsed euery Morning to call to him PHILIP thou must die though not so importunatly vrging yet when looked on it is a dumbe remembrer both of death judgement of all what was in the World of what is likely to be when it ends But long may you liue your Fortune still striuing to equall your Worth your Worth to exceed your Fortune and the World to admire both both being ripe before your yeares This for the present is but like vnripe fruits an imperfect piece wrested from a mind many wayes distracted involued in doubtfull designes the successe of some whereof I hope hereafter hauing purchased me fame from the World who for that effect will leaue no way of worth within the compasse of my power vnattempted may make me the more able to communicat it with another for none can giue what he hath not himselfe alwayes I purpose when my mind is more calme to end this Worke but neuer that desire which I haue To serue your Honour S. WILLIAM ALEXANDER To. Sr. W. A. LIKE Sophocles the hearers in a trance With Crimson Cothurne on a stately Stage If thou march forth where all with pompe doth glance To moue the Monarches of the Worlds first Age Or if like Phoebus thou thy Selfe aduance All bright with sacred Flames known by Heauēs Badge To make a Day of Dayes which scornes the Rage Whilst when they end it what should come doth Scance Thy Phoenix-Muse still wing'd with VVonders flies Praise of our Brookes Staine to old Pindus Springs And who thee follow would scarce with their Eyes Can reach the Spheare where thou most sweetlie sings Though string'd with Starres Heauēs Orpheus Harpe enrolle More worthy Thine to blaze about the Pole WILLIAM DRVMMOND A DOOMES-DAY OR THE GREAT DAY OF the Lordes Iudgement The first Houre THE ARGVMENT GOD by his workes demonstratiuely prou'd His Prouidence impugning Atheisme vrg'd The Deuills from Heauen from EDEN Man remou'd Of guiltie Guestes the World by water purg'd Who never sinn'd to die for Sinne behou'd Those who him scourg'd in Gods great wrath are scourg'd Some temporall Plagues and feareful Iudgements past Are cited bere as Figures of the last 1 THou of whose Power not reach'd by Reasōs hight The Sea a Drop we Earth a Mote may call And for whose Trophees stately to the sight The Azure Arke was rear'd although too small And from the Lamp of whose most glorious light The Sunne a sparke weake for weake eyes did fall Breath thou a heauenly Furie in my brest I sing the SABBOTH of eternall rest 2 Though All in all defin'd by nought confin'd O thou whose Feet the Cloudes for Dust afford Whose Voyce the Thunder and whose Breath the Wind Whose Foot-stoole Earth Seate Heauen Workes of thy Word Guards Hostes of Angels mouing by thy Mind Whose Weapons Famin Tempest Pest and Sword My cloudy Knowledge by thy Wisdome cleare And by my Weaknesse make thy Power appeare 3 Loe rauish'd LORD with pleasure of thy Loue I feele my Soule enflam'd with sacred Fires Thy Iudgements and thy Mercies whilst I moue To publish to the World my Spirit aspires LORD by thy Helpe this Enterprise approue That the Successe may second my Desires Make Sathans race to tremble at my liues And Thine rejoyce while as thy Glory shines 4 Yee blinded Soules who euen in Frailtie trust By moments Pleasures earning endlesse Paine Whilst charg'd with liuing Chaines vile Slaues to Lust Of Earth and earthly till en-earthd againe Heare hold and weigh my Words for once yee must The strange Effects of what I tell sustaine I go to Sing or Thunder in your Eares A Heauen of comfort or a Hell of feares 5 All my transported Thoughts at randone flie As stray'd to search that which they can not find Whilst silent Wondring makes a settled Eye A huge Amazement clouded hath my Mind How some dare scorne as if a fabulous Lie That Those should rise whom Death hath once declin'd And like to Beastes a beastly Life they leade Who nought attend saue Death when they are dead 6 But yet what I admir'd not strange doth seeme When as I heare O Heauens that such should breath That there be Men if Men we may esteeme Tronkes which are voyde of Soules Soules voyde of Faith Who all this World the Worke of Fortune deeme Not hoping Mercy nor not fearing Wraith There is no GOD Fooles in their Harts do say Yet make their Harts their Gods and them obey 7 The glassie Heauens which Glory doth array Are Mirrours of GODS admirable Might There whence forth spreads the Night forth springs the Day He fixt the Fountaines of this temporall light Where stately Starres enstall'd some stand some stray All sparkes of his great Power though small yet bright By what none vtter can no not conceaue All of GODS Glory Shaddowes may perceaue 8 What glorious Lights through crystall Lanternes glance As alwayes burning with their Makers loue Spheares keep one Musicke they one Measure dance Like Influence below like Course aboue And all by Order led not drawne by Chance With Majestie as still in Triumph moue And prodigall of light seeme showting thus Looke vp all Soules and gaze on GOD through vs. 9 This pondrous Masse though oft deform'd still faire Great in our sight yet then a Starre more small Is ballanc'd as a Mote amidst the Aire None knowes how hung yet to no side doth fall And yearely springs growes ripe fades falls rich bare Mens Mother first still Mistresse yet their Thrall It centers Heauens Heauens compasse it both breed Bookes where of GOD the gnorant may reed 10 What ebbes flowes swells and sinkes who constant keepes Which from the Earth burstes in aboundance out As she her Brood would wash or for them weepes
Who hauing life what dead things proue doe doubt Who first did found the Doungeons of the Deepes But one in all ouer all aboue about The Floodes for our delight first calme were set But storme and roare since men did God forget 11 Who partes the swelling Spoutes which sifte the Raine Who raines the Windes the Waters doth empale Who frownes in Tempests smiles in Calmes againe And doth dispense the Treasures of the Haile Whose Coach of Cloudes doth driu'd by Windes remaine Whose Darts dread Thunder-bolts makes men looke pale Euen this to shew those workes themselues haue wonne As smoke doth fire as shaddowes doe the Sunne 12 God visibly invisible who raignes Soule of all soules whose Light each light reflects All from confusion freed and still retaines The greatest rules yet not the least neglects Fore-knowes the end of all which he ordaines His Will each Cause each cause breeds fit Effects Who did make all all thus could only leade None could make all but who was neuer made 13 Vile Dog of Truth who would the ground ouerthrow Thou thee to marke thy darkned Iudgement leade For if thy Selfe thou must thy Maker know Who all thy members prouidently made Thy Feet tread Earth to be contemn'd laid low To looke on Heauen exalted was thy Head That there thou might the stately Mansion see From whence thou art where thou should seeke to be 14 The World in Soules Gods Image cleare may see Though Mirrours bruis'd whē fallen sparks dimm'd far flown They in strict Bounds strict Bonds kept captiue be Yet walke ouer all this All and know not known Yea soare to Heauen whiles from their Fetters free And there see things which can not well be shown None can conceaue all must admire his Might Of whom each Atome giues so great a light 15 When troubled Conscience reades accusing Scroules Which witness'd are euen by the brests owne brood O what a Terrour wounds remording Soules Who Poyson find what seem'd a pleasant Food A secret power their wandring thoughts controules And damning Euill an Author proues of Good Thus heere some Mindes a Mappe of Hell do lend To shew what Horrours damned Soules attend 16 To grant a God the Deuill may men entyfe By Magicke when conjur'd such to vpbrayd Who borrowing bodies Horrour doth disguyse Lest some his vglinesse might make afrayd Whyles in more monstrous Formes doth roaring ryse Till euen as charm'd the Charmer stands dismayde He bellowing foorth abominable lyes Blood in his Mouth and Terrour in his Eyes 17 Who saues the World lest that it ruin'd be By him whose thoughts as Arrowes ayme at ill Saue One who is more great more good then he Who makes His Power repugnant to his Will Of this with which oft Sathans words agree He forc'd affords a Testimonie still From euerything thus springs to GOD some praise Men Angels Deuils all must his Glory raise 18 Though trusting more yet some transgresse as much As those who vnto GOD draw neuer neare For what the Fitst not see the Last not touch Ones Eyes are blind the others are not cleare Their Mindes false Mirrours figure GOD but such As Waters straight things crooked make appeare Their Faith is neuer firme their Loue not bright As Ankers without holdes Fyres without light 19 Their Iudgements Fond by Frailtie being confind Whose Soule as Water Vanitie deuoures Doe faine in GOD what in themselues they find And by their Weakenesse judge the POWER of POWERS Then the Vnbounded bounding by their Mind Would staine Heauens Garden with terrestriall Flowres Men still imagine Others as They are And measure all things by Corruptions Square 20 They thinke that GOD soft Pleasure doth affect And Iocund Loftie Lul'd in Ease as Great Doth scorne contemne or at the least neglect Mans sickle abject and laborious State That he disdaines to guerdon or correct Mans good or euill Toyes free from Loue or Hate That when Earth is his prospect from the Skyes As Men on Beasts on Men he casts his Eyes 21 No high in Heauen from whence he bindes and frees He in voluptuous Ease not wallowing lyes What Was what Is what Shall be all he sees Weighs euery Worke each Heart in secret tryes All Registers then filling first Decrees Giues or abstracts his Grace Cause End both spyes His Contemplation farre transcends our reach Yet what fits vs to know his Word doth teach 22 Then to confirme what was affirm'd before That no GOD is or GOD doth not regard Who do blaspheme say fooles or who adore This oft due Vengeance wants and that Reward Then Godly Men the Wicked prosper more Who still presume where they haue oft despair'd Such as they thinke feele Paine and dreame but Ioy Whilst they what can be wish'd do all enjoy 23 The Sunne in all lyke Comfort doth infuse The Raine to all by equall portions parts Heauens Treasures all alyke both haue and vse Which GOD to all as one to him imparts Each Mindes free State lyke Passions do abuse Each bodies Bondage by like Sicknesse smarts Thus all aliue alike all Fortunes trie And as the Bad euen so the Best do die 24 O Men most Simple and yet more then Mad Whose Soules your Hearts whose Hearts Sinne hath subdu'd Whilst good Men now are grieu'd though you be glad They weake yet pure you strong yet stain'd and lewd Huge are the oddes betwixe the Best and Bad Which darkely here hence shall be clearely view'd When of GODS Wrath the Wind sifts Soules at last They shall abide you vanish at a blast 25 GODS Benefites though lyke to both design'd On outward Eyes whilst Iudgement doth depend The inward Eyes a mighty difference find To ballance both whilst spirituall Thoughts ascend The Gift is one but not the Giuers Mind The Vse is one but not the Vsers end GOD so would clogge the one the other raise Those take themselues to please They Him to praise 26 The Good oft euill the Euill oft good may haue And by the contrarie both may be cloyd But as they are all make what they receaue Not reall of it selfe but as employ'd Those temporall Treasures Monuments do leaue As by a Blessing or a Curse convoy'd But this is sure what euer GOD doth send To Good-Mens good to Euil-Mens euill doth tend 27 GOD to cure Soules doth diuerse Baulmes applie Whilst his intent still the euent doth crowne Some are press'd downe lest they should swell too hie Some are rais'd high lest that they should sinke down Some must haue Wealth their Charitie to trie Some Pouertie their Patience to renowne He who made all knowes all and as they neede Not as they wish makes things with his succeede 28 Since Worldly things GOD makes both sorts possesse Ingratitude or Gratefulnesse to moue Let vs seek greater things though seeming lesse Which to one sort doth only proper proue That secret Grace whose power none can expresse Whose fruits are Vertue Zeale Faith Hope and Loue The Wickeds Treasures Godly men may gaine But
Maker crau'd If that his Will had bene by him transgress'd The Woman LORD whom I from thee receau'd She made me eat as who my Soule possess'd The Woman said the Serpent me deceau'd Both burdend Others None the Fault confess'd Which Custome still their faultie Race doth vse All first do rinne to hide next to excuse 67 But he who tries the Reines and viewes the Hart As through the Clouds doth through fraile Bodies see And is not mock'd by Mens ridiculous Art By which their Crimes made more more odious be Who proudly sinne they must submissely smart Loe GOD crau's compt of what he did decree And those who joyn'd in Sinne are punish'd all All Adams Partners crush'd were with his Fall 68 GOD thus first damn'd the Fountaine of Deceate O most accurst of all the Beasts which breede Still wallowing in the Dust a lothsome state Drawn on thy Belly basely shall thou feede The Woman Thee thou shall the Woman hate Which Hatred still inherite shall her Seede Whose fierce Effects both mutually shall feele Whilst he shall breake thy Head thou bruise his Heele 69 And Woman weake whose Thoughts each Fancie blowes I will encrease thy Griefe thy Ioyes restraine And since thy Iudgement doth depend on showes Thou to thy Husband subject shall remaine And bringing forth thy Brood with bitter Throwes What was with Pleasure sown shall reape with Paine Those Beauties now which mustred are with Pride In withred Wrinckles ruinous Age shall hide 70 Fond Adam thou obeying thus thy Wife What I commanded violat who durst Cares shall exhaust thy Dayes Paines ende thy Life Whilst for thy Cause the Earth becomes accurst With Thornes and Thistles guerdoning thy Strife Who sweating for thy Food art like to burst And looke no more for Rest for Toyle thou must Till whence thou came thou be turn'd backe to Dust 71 By Angels arm'd barr'd from the pleasant Place When wretched Adams Pilgrimage was past The Tree of Sinne ou'rshaddowing all his Race They from their minds all Loue of GOD did cast Them to reclaime who did contemne his Grace Who wearie was with striuing at the last Of all the VVorld a Haruest made by Raine He did resolue to trie new Seede againe 72 Yet since that Noah vprightly had liu'd He and his Race stood safe on Horrours hight And when all Creatures Ruine was contriu'd They liu'd secure the fourtie-day-long Night To make the World repent that good Man striu'd His swelling Bulwarke battering in their Sight But with the Wicked nought can well succeede In whom Perswasions Obstinacie breede 73 As the Worlds sinnes ou'rflow'd GODS Wrath ou'rflam'd VVhich when rais'd high down Floods of Vengeance pours As Noahs Preaching oft times had proclaim'd Heauens threatning straight to drown the highest Tours Clouds clustred Darkenesse Lightnings Terrour stream'd And rumbling Thunders vshered vgly Shours Whilst rauenous Tempests swallow'd vp the Light Day dead for Feare brought forth abortiue Night 74 From Guests prophane that Earth might be redeem'd The Lights of Heauen quensh'd in their Lanterns lay The Azure Vaults all but one Cisterne seem'd Whilst safe the Waters All things did decay The Fire drown'd out Heauens all dissolu'd were deem'd Air Water grew the Earth as wash'd away By monstrous Stormes whilst All things were ou'rturn'd Then safe GODS Wrath in all the World nought burn'd 75 Men to the Mountaines did for Helpe repaire Whence them the Waues did violently chace In Natures Scorne came scallie Squadrouns thair The Forrests Guests inheriting their place By too much Water no for lacke of Air All were confounded in a litle Space The Elements with Anguish we enjoy All must nurse one One thus may all destroy 76 That vaulting Vault against the Storme did striue VVhich all the Creatures of the VVorld contain'd And whyls through Depthes whyls through the Clouds did driue Not by the Compasse nor the Rudder rain'd No Port no Land was where it could ariue VVhilst Earth with VVaters leuell all remain'd The VVaues the VVorld all else being hush'd at once Roar'd forth a Consort with Mens dying Grones 77 But when ouer all GODS Breath did Ruine blow The Arke with others Sinne from Death did saue Him whom the raging Floods did not ou'rthrow VVho of GODS Iudgements Iudge did all perceaue A litle Liquor did at last ou'rthrow VVhich to his Sonne to mocke Occasion gaue Thus Drunkennesse disdainfull scorne doth breede A fertile Vyce which Others still succeede 78 As the first World did first by Pryde offend Whose burning Rage to such a hight did win That it to quensh GOD did the Waters bend O Drunkennesse the second Worlds first sinne The course of Vice that Element must end Which is oppos'd to it which did beginne In euery thing GODS Iustice we may spy As Floods drown'd Pryde Flames Drunkennesse must dry 79 When Men againe to fill the World did weare Straight in their Soules did Satan raise his Throne O what a Burden Nature dost thou beare Since that to Sinne and Liue seeme both but one Men Babels Towres against the Starres did reare Since lyke deseruing fearing what was gone As though that GOD could but one Plague command Ah Fooles what Strength against his Strength can stand 80 Whilst fondly They proud weaknesse did bewray Who can the Depths of His high Iudgements sound By making their owne Tongues their Hearts betray Those Titans straight the Thund'rer did confound Here diuerse Tongues the Worke of Men did stay Which afterwards the Worke of GOD did ground The Mind not meanes effectuall doth remaine What help'd Apostles hindred the Prophane 81 When purpos'd to dissolue quicke Clouds of Dust GODS Wrath as stubble Sinners doth deuoure That Towne to sacke which had not tenne Men just He Brimstone rain'd O most prodigious Showre Their Bodies burn'd whose Soules were burn'd with Lust What faire was vglie what was sweet grew sowre Yet of that Fyre Lot scap'd the great Deluge GODS holy Mountaine is a sure Refuge 82 I recken not the ruine of those States Which being but Strangers to the ground of Grace Were caried head-long with their own Conceits And euen though brightly blindlie ranne their Race GODS firme Decrees which fondlie they call'd Fates Did bound their Glory in a litle Space Whil'st Tempests huge toss'd their tumultuous Mindes Lyke Reeds by Riuers wauering with all Windes 83 Such rais'd not for their good but for GODS ends When bent his owne to punish or support Do as his Arrowes hit but where he tends Else of themselues their power doth nought import When he his spotted Flocke to purge intends They are but Tooles vs'd in a seruile sort To fanne or cleanse as Fannes or Beesomes they Which when the Worke is done are throwne away 84 Proud Ashur first did daunt all other Soyles Till barbarous Persia did become her Head The Greekes did glory in the Persians spoyles Whose Prince at last Rome did in Triumph lead Rome rauishing the Earth bred bloody Broyles Yet was by whom she scorn'd a Widow
Earth more earthlie proue 58 Whyles in some parts whose Ruines Fame renownes In indignation of her sinfull Seede As Men should do their Eyes the Earth GOD drownes Which those to plague who the first cause did breede Doth vomit Mountaines and doth swallow Townes The Worlds Foundation brangling lyke a Reede Whilst with pale Hearts the panting People thinke That Hell will rise or that the Heauen will sinke 59 One Earth-quake toss'd the Turkes imperiall Heade Dayes sensible but violent some Houres Till in that Towne a monstrous Breach was made As charg'd at once by all the damned Powers I know not whether buried first or deade Troupes seem'd to striue in falling with their Towers Whilst those who stood all trembling did attend That all the World at least themselues should end 60 Twix Rome and Naples once in Enuies Eye What stately Townes did the Worlds Conquerours found Which now we not no not their Ruines spye Being laide more low then leuell with the Ground They with all theirs en-earth'd by Earth-quakes lye Whose Stones drawn downe where Darknesse doth abound Lyke Sisiphus perchance a number roulles Else Dis builds Doungeons for the damned Soulles 61 Late neere those Parts whose Ruines men admire Where Wealth superfluous idle Wonders wrought An Earth-quake strange amazement did acquire A Plaine conceau'd and forth a Mountaine brought Which diuerse dayes disgorged Flammes of Fire And Stones whose Substance was consum'd to nought Hells Fire it seem'd which as GODS Wrath still lights Grown great flamm'd forth vp-braiding Sinners sights 62 Last in this Land our Eyes saw one of late Whose Terrour from some Mindes rests not remou'd Then any else as strange though not so great Not violent but vniuersall prou'd As if of Natures Course the threatned Date All at one Houre this Kingdome trembling mou'd The olde State loathing longing for a new Earth leapes for joy as ready to renew 63 But ah who wakes when rock'd is all this Round Or stryues to stand though euen the Earth thus starts Though GOD doth tosse this Ball till it rebound Who least it part from his Corruption parts Ah that the World so senselesse should be found Both Heauen and Earth do shake but not Mens Hearts Since for his Word the World disdaines to bow Dumbe Creatures do denounce GODS Iudgements now 64 I thinke the Earth by such strange Throwes would tell How much she doth her present State despise Or else all those who in her Bowells dwell Do rouze themselues as readie now to rise Her Bellie thus growne Big doth seeme to swell As one whose Trauell soone should her sur-prise And yet her Brood she Viper-like must free Whose Course must end when Theirs beginnes to be 65 As GOD that Day of Doome striues to make known By Monstrous Signes which may amaze the Mind That Iudgement Great by Iudgements is fore-shown Whilst all the Weapons of his Wrath haue shin'd That others may whilst some rest thus ouer-thrown Stand in the fornace of Affliction fin'd For still the Wretched most Religious proue And oft Examples more then Doctrine moue 66 The Sword of GOD shall once be drunke with Blood And Surfette on the Flesh of thousands slaine Of those who following Euill do flee from Good And scorning CHRIST professe to be prophane From GODS Wine-presse of Wrath shall flow a Flood Which shall with Blood their Horses Bridles staine None may abide nor yet can flie his sight When arm'd with Vengeance GOD doth thundring fight 67 When Father-like GOD chastising his Child Plagu'd alt the Subjectes for their Soueraignes Crime What Thousands then were from the World exild Euen in three Dayes so soone turnes Flesh to Slyme The Earth made waste Men had no more defild Had but one Angell warr'd a litle Time Since by GODS Word the World did made remaine Lesse then his Looke may ruine it againe 68 The Pestilence of Wrath chiefe Weapon thought Which of all Plagues the PLAGVE is onely cald As if All else respecting it were nought It hath so much the Minds of Men appald That Wound by GODS owne Hande seemes only wrought Whose mediat Meanes scarse rest to Reason thrald That which we not conceaue admire we must And in GODS Power aboue our Knowledge trust 69 That poyson'd Dart whose Power none can gaine-stand GOD rarely vs'd in time of greatest Wrath And had it once but brangled in his Hand All trembling stood as twixt the Iawes of Death Then now it selfe the Fame more fear'd this Land Of this great Frensie which infects the Breath A thing thought strange by Habit homely proues What first all Griefe at last all Sense remoues 70 Once in one Age few Dayes and in few Parts The Pest some People to Repentance vrg'd And did with Terrour strike the strongest Harts Whilst his Vine-yard the Heauens great Husband purg'd The Quier of whose Wrath did raine down Darts By which of late what Kingdome was not scourg'd So that Men now not feare that VVhip of GOD Like Boyes oft beaten which contemne the Rod. 71 Lo in this stately Ile admir'd so much What Prouince no what Towne hath not bene pind By that abhorr'd Disease which strikes who touch Whilst Byles the Body Madnesse swells the Mind Ah of some Townes the Anguish hath bene such That All all Hope of safetie had resign'd Whilst Friendes no Comfort gaue no no Reliefe The Sicknesse only not the Death bred Griefe 72 This raging Ague bursts so vgly out Till Men of those whom they loue best are dread Then Danger all in euery thing do doubt Men by the Plague made Plagues as Plagues are fled And are with Horrour compass'd round about When that Contagion through the Aire is spred The Air which first our Breath abus'd doth staine It poyson'd so but Poysons vs againe 73 What thing more wretched can imagin'd be Then is the Towne where once the Botch abounds There not one Sense rests from some Burden free Three doe infect and Two though pure beare Wounds Oft in one Hole Heapes thrown at once we see As where to burie Men fear'd Want of Bounds Yea whilst in Plaintes they spend their plaguie Breath Of all things which are fear'd the least is Death 74 Death whilst no Drogue this Feuers Force ou'rthrowes Oft ere the Patient the Physition claimes The Aire they draw their Heate still higher blowes Till euen what should refresh thus most enflames Of damned Soules the State their Torment showes Who gnash their Teeth as cold whilst Fire enflames And twix their Paines this Difference only winnes Death endes the One the Other but beginnes 75 To plague those Parts where CHRISTS own Troupes do dwell The Angell which destroyes hath most bene bent That whom Words could not moue Wounds may compell Ere Ruine come in Time now to repent By Paine on Earth made thinke of Paine in Hell As this they flie that That they may preuent What can discourage those whome CHRIST doth loue To whom Euill Good Griefe Ioy Death Life doth proue 76 Where
we should alwayes fight the Heauen to gaine By Prayers Plaintes and charitable Deedes To raise vp Earth on Earth our Strength we straine So base a Courage worldly Honour breedes This doth prouoke the Darts of GODS Disdaine By which of some the wounded Conscience bleedes All headlongs runne to Hell whose Way is euen But by a narrow Path are drawn to Heauen 77 Of Vengeance now the Store-house opned stands O what a Weight of Wrath the World now beares Through Terrour straight why tremble not all Lands When GOD in Rage aThrone of Iustice reares And pours down Plagues whilst brandishing his Brands The Pest being past the World next Famine feares Still thinke that Mischiefe neuer comes alone Those who feare more what is the lesse doe moue 78 Since that the World doth loath celestiall Food That spirituall MANNA which Soules Nectar proues By Grace drawn forth from the Redeemers Blood A Gift no Guerdoun giuen to whom he loues Those who terrestriall things thinke only good Them Want shall trie whom no Aboundance moues For Ah of some so fat the Bodies be That of their Soules they not the Leannesse see 79 GODS Creatures oft condemn'd shall once accuse Those who in VVantonnesse them vainly spent And justly what vnjustly they abuse Shall vnto them more sparingly be lent That which they now superfluously vse Shall made a Curse not Natures Neede content A barren Soule should haue a barren Earth Oft temporall Plentie breedes a spirituall Dearth 80 Those in the Dust who still prophanely roule Whose thornie Thoughts do chock that heauenly Seede Which by the Word was sown in euery Soule Shall likewise want what should their Bodies feede What Most they trust shall once their Hopes controule By earthly Hunger heauenly Thirst to breede Thus those like Babes whose Iudgement is not deepe VVho scorn'd a Treasure shall for Triffles weepe 81 What Sauces strange a Fault which Custome clokes To vrge the Bodies Appetit are made Which Natures selfe sufficiently prouokes But of the Soule when carnall Cates it leade The Appetite which Ah euen Nature chokes What Art is vs'd to quicken it when deade VVhen Bodies do too much Soules nought disgest But when the Others fast are fit to feast 82 Base Belly-gods whose Boord is Sathans Bate Whose Iudgements to your Taste rest only thrall The LORD in wrath shall cut away your Meate And for your Honny furnish you with Gall Like lothsome Beasts since you the Acornes eate Yet looke not vp to see from whence they fall Sonnes prodigall who from your Father swerue You keeping worse then Swine shall justly sterue 83 To waken some which sleepe in Sinne as dead The LORD ere CHRIST do come all States to try Since being abus'd shall breake the Staffe of Bread And as we him make Earth vs fruits deny The Corne shall wither and the Grasse shall fade Then to nurce Men being rather bent to die As dutifull to him by whom they breed GODS Creatures pure his Rebels scorne to feed 84 Now in this Tyme which is the last esteem'd The Spirits impure do all in one conspyre And worke that GOD by Men may be blasphem'd To purchase partners of eternall Fire That who should them condemne hath vs redeem'd Makes Enuie blow the Bellowes of their Ire The wicked Angells irritated thus Not seeke their safetie but to ruine vs. 85 More neere doth draw Saluation to the Iust The more the Dragons Mind doth Fnuie wound That Men the Slaues of Death the Sonnes of Dust As Heires of Heauen with Glory should be crown'd And that perpetuall paines they suffer must Though all Immortall to no Bodies bound Nought true repose to the enuious brings Whom their owne harme or others good still stings 86 Mans Foe who first Confusion did deuise By long Experience grown profound in skill Through strength oft try'd our Weaknesse doth despise And knowes what best may serue each Soule to kill He to his part our Passions doth entise And to betray our Wit corrupts out Will Whom GOD not guardes those Satan soone may winne Whilst Force doth charge without and Fraud within 87 That Heire of Hell whom justlie GOD rejects Who sought by subtiltie all Soules to blind Not onely Shafts in secret now directs By Inspirations poysoning the Mind But euen a Banner boldly he erects As this Worlds Prince by publick power design'd From shape to shape this Proteus thus remoues Who first a Foxe and last a Lyon proues 88 He since his Kingdome now should end so soone Doth many Circes and Medeas make That can obscure the Sunne and charme the Moone Raise vp the Dead and make the Liuing quake Whilst they by Pictures persons haue vndone Do giue to some from others substance take Three Elements their tyrannie doth thrall But oft the fourth takes Vengeance of them all 89 Whilst in his Hand the Bolts of Death he beares Still watching Soules the craftie Hunter lyes With inward Fancies and with outward feares Whom he may tempt continuallie he tryes Whyles rumbling Horrour sounds assault the eares Whyles Monstrous Formes paint Terrour in the Eyes He who with GOD euen in the Heauen durst striue Thinkes soone on Earth Mens Ruine to contriue 90 As many did possess'd by Spirits remaine When first CHRIST came Saluation to beginne So lykewise now before he come againe Some Bodies daylie which they enter in By desp'rat meanes would be dispatch'd of paine Else bound in Body loose their Soules to Sinne And if that GOD not interpos'd his Power Straight euery Soule Hells Tyrant would deuoure 91 In some whom GOD permits him to abuse The Lord of Darkenesse doth at diuerse Houres His subtill Substance fraudfullie infuse Till they his Spirit his Spirit their Soules deuoures He as his owne doth all their Members vse And they as Babes with Kniues worke with his Powers O monstrous Vnion Miracle of Euils Which thus with Men incorporates the Deuills 92 When earst in Delphos after vglie cryes The Priestresse Pithia seeming to be sage Big by the Deuill delyuered was of Lies She to the Terrour of that senselesse Age Still panting swolne Hell flamming through her Eyes Roar'd forth Responses by Prophetick Rage She to her LORD whilst prostituted thus An Image was of whom he filles with vs. 93 Of those who are possess'd in such a sort Some to themselues whom Sathan doth accuse They Mad or He in them whyles brag whyles sport And whilst they would the Lookers on abuse Do secrets to themselues not known report And of all Tongues the Eloquence can vse All what each Age deuis'd obseruing still The Deuill knowes much but bends it all to ill 94 O Heauens be hid and lose thy Light O Sunne Since in the World O what a fearefull thing The Deuill of some so great a power hath wonne That what was theirs he doth in bondage bring Then from their Bodie speakes as from a Tunne As sounds from Bells or Floods through Rockes do ring Deare Sauiour ryse and in a Iust disdaine
hight That the last part on this Worlds Stage was shown Else to vpbraid as a prodigious sight Them who did haste what bent to haue ouer-thrown And others all thus rais'd more glad do ryse Of Soules birth once then of their Bodies thryse 106 There come those two from whence no Flesh can know Yet not more soone then whom fraile Eyes saw dead Of which as Types one to each World did show That Mortalls might be straight Immortall made Grosse Bodies mount and some Death not ouerthrow A Laberinth whence Nature none can lead In most euill tymes most good to be mark'd so Those did from hence mans common Way not go 107 That godly man by GOD judg'd Iust to be Translated was that he might not see Death Being Death to him his LORD despis'd to see Whilst poysond with vile Mens blasphemous Breath Or else at last from Pangs and Horrours free He priuiledg'd from all the signes of Wrath Did part not die from Sinne not Life estrang'd Soules must remoue else haue their lodging chang'd 108 Whilst him saue GOD who ought disdain'd to feare Vile Baals Scourge of Kings who scorn'd the Ire With flamming Steeds a burning Coach did beare The Wind being Wagoner an Angell Squire Twix this grosse Globe and the celestiall Spheare Zeale did triumph euen as it fought with Fyre That Heauen and Earth both might his Glory know As earst his Toyles when but contemn'd below 109 As where he liue or lyes to turne or stay To dispute easie is hard to conclude The LORD perchance committed him to Clay As one with whom He on Mount Tabor stood Else not dissolu'd but changd when borne away And some thinke kept apart yet to do good For without all no Saints perfected be The Maide-borne-bodie so Heauens onely see 110 A loude Alarme still doubling from aboue The Word Eternall may make Breath abound All this vaste Circuit doth a Trumpet proue Whose Concaue wastes not but maintaines the sound At the first blast nought else saue it did moue As drearie Silence had prepard the ground But till all Eares be fill'd it higher swells A horrid Echo roaring from the Hells 111 Those guiltie Soules what further comfort shields From sleepe whose Conscience with the Bodie stares Then when they see as Grasse ouer all the fields Men grow about them O what frozen Hearts Earth labour'd long a Monstrous Haruest yeelds Which straight Heauens Husband loe grindes sifts and parts Who can but thinke how such endure this sight And yet what they attend makes it seeme light 112 He who them hates that he should others grace Both Grief and Enuie tortures them at once Of two who rest companions in one place One pleas'd doth joy the other desp'rat moues One parts as pointed for Eternall Peace The other sign'd for paine stayes howles and grones Thus of the Godlies good the first degree Is from the wicked that they parted be 113 Those Creatures who still sound did neuer fall That fatall Summons do no sooner heare Then those whom it forth from the Dust doth call Where they had slept euen manie a hundreth yeare Soules lodgings thus which had bene ruin'd all Straight builded then first perfect do appeare The Iust they first the Reprobat last moue Which bide below whilst others flie aboue 114 Those Temples then which not dissolu'd still stay A Mysterie difficult to conceaue All debt of death not dying shall defray The other life being com'de ere this them leaue The Bodies then all frailtie burn'd away Being quintessenc'd new qualities receaue Which though still quicke yet in their Sinnes being dead Ere mortall prou'd shall be Immortall made 115 If oft to gaze a multitude remaines To hold his Court whilst it some Prince attends Who still being mette with many stately Traines Doth make a Musters of imagin'd friends As by small Brookes a Flood swolne when it raines Till that on him it seemes the World depends That Pomp to all a reuerent aw imparts And strykes with Terrour Malefactours Hearts 116 Thinke with what glory CHRIST must wondring wonne Whilst thundring Terrour and yet lightning Grace He might come clad with Starres crown'd with the Sunne But to his brightnesse such as base giue place His court at first of heauenly Hostes begunne From hence enlarg'd is in a litle space O what strange noyce doth all the World rebound Whilst Angells sing Saints shout and Trumpets sound 117 My rauish'd Soule transcending Reasons reache So earnest is to surfet on this sight That it disdaines what may high thoughts empeach Whilst mounting vp to Contemplations hight Which flight so farre doth passe the power of speech That only Silence can pursue it right And that my Spirit may be refresh'd that way It must a space amidst dombe Pleasures stray FINIS