nations shall inherit For ever their Ancestours Idolatry An Indian ever shall an Indian be A Turk a Turk To this Corvin anon I give not this infallibility To every Church but onely to our own Full witnesse to her self of all the truths she 'll own 86 Gr. That then is truth what she will say is true But not unlesse her the true Church thou hold How knowst thou then her such good Corvin shew Friend Graculo in talk we be too bold Let 's go I fear my self and horse take cold But t' answer to that question 'fore we go The Church is true as she her self me told A goodly answer said Don Graculo You dispute in a Circle as all Logicians know 87 Here Psittaco could not but inly smile To see how Graculo Corvin did orecrow And fair replying with demeanance mild The truth said he the Scriptures onely show Streight nimble Graculus But who can know The sense of Scripture without reason sound The Scripture is both key and treasure too It opes it self so said that Clerk profound This place with that compar'd This is the strongest ground 88 Gr But what with judgement doth them both compare Is' t reason or unreasonablenesse I pray To which grave Psittacus you so subtill are I list not with such cunning wits to play Here I stept in and thus began to say Right worthy Clerks for so you be I ween Your queint discourse your breedings doth bewray Long time you have at learned Athens been And all the dainty tricks of Art and Science seen 89 If me a stranger wight it may be beseem But homely bred as yet unripe in years Who conscious of his weaknesses doth deem Himself unfit to speak among his peers Much more unfit for your judicious ears Whom Age and Arts do equally adorn And solemne habit no small semblance bears Of highest knowledge might I be but born A word or two to speak now would I take my turn 90 Say on said Psittaco There 's a third said I Nor reason nor unreasonablenesse hight Here Graccus The disjunction you deny Then I There is a third ycleep'd Gods spright Nor reason nor unreasonablenesse hight Corvino straight foam'd like his champing jade And said I was a very silly wight And how through melancholy I was mad And unto private spirits all holy truth betray'd 91 But I nould with like fury him invade But mildly as I mought made this reply Gods Spirit is no private empty shade But that great Ghost that fills both earth and sky And through the boundlesse Universe dothly Shining through purged hearts and simple minds When doubling clouds of thick hypocrisie Be blown away with strongly brushing winds Who first this tempest feels the Sun he after finds 92 Thus wise and godly men I hear to teach And know no hurt this doctrine to believe Certes it much occasion doth reach To leave the world and holily to live All due observance to Gods laws to give With care and diligence to maken pure Those vessels that this heavenly dew receive But most in point of faith sleep too secure And want this bait their souls to goodnesse to allure 93 For they believen as the Church believes Never expecting any other light And hence it is each one so loosely lives Hopelesse of help from that internall spright Enough said Graculo Corvino's right Let 's hear dispute in figure and in mood And stifly with smart syllogismes fight That what thou wouldst may wel be understood But now thou rovest out and rav'st as thou wert wood 94 Reason I say all Scripture sense must judge Do thou one reason ' gainst this truth produce Reason said I in humane things may drudge But in divine thy soul it may seduce Gr. Prove that Mn. I prove it thus For reasons use Back'd with advantage of all sciences Of Arts of tongues cannot such light transfuse But that most learned men do think amisse In highest points divided as well you know I wisse 95 Here Graculo learing up with one eye View'd the broad Heavens long resting in a pause And all the while he held his neck awry Like listning daw turning his nimble nose At last these words his silent tongue did loose What is this spirit say what 's this spirit man Who has it answer'd I he onely knows 'T is the hid Manna and the graven stone He canteth said Corvine come Grac let 's be gone 96 But Grac stayd still this question to move Doth not said he reason to us descry What things soever reasonable prove Not so For the whole world that ope doth lie Unto our sight not reason but our eye Discovers first but upon that fair view Our reason takes occasion to trie Her proper skill and curiously pursue The Art and sweet contrivance Heaven and Earth do shew 97 There 's no man colour smels or sees a sound Nor sucks the labour of the hâ—â—y-bee With 's hungry lugs nor binds a gaping wound With 's slippery ey-balls Every feculty And object have their due Analogy Nor can reach further than it 's proper sphear Who divine sense by reason would descry Unto the Sun-shine listons with his ear So plain this truth to me Don Graco doth appear 98 How then said Graco is the spirit known If not by reason To this I replyde Onely the spirit can the spirit own But this said he is back again to slide And in an idle Circle round to ride Why so said I Is not light seen by light Streight Graculo did skilfully divide All knowledge into sense and reason right Be 't so said I Don Graco what 's this reasons might 99 If then said he the spirit may not be Right reason surely we must deem it sense Yes sense it is this was my short reply Sense upon which holy Intelligence And heavenly Reason and comely Prudence O beauteous branches of that root divine Do springen up through inly experience Of Gods hid wayes as he doth ope the ey'n Of our dark souls and in our hearts his light enshrine 100 Here Graculus did seem exceeding glad On any terms to hear but reason nam'd And with great joy and jollity he bad A dew to me as if that he had gain'd The victory Besides Corvino blam'd His too long stay Wherefore he forward goes Now more confirm'd his Nutshell-cap contain'd What ever any living mortall knows Ne longer would he stay this sweet conceit to loose 101 Thus Psittaco and I alone were left In sober silence holding on our way His musing skull poor man was well nigh cleft By strong distracting thoughts drove either way Whom pittying I thus began to say Dear Psittaco what anxious thoughts oppresse Thy carefull heart and musing mind dismay I am perplexed much I must confesse Said he and thou art authour of my heavinesse 102 My self Corvino's Church-Autority No certain ground of holy truth do deem And Scripture the next ground alledg'd by me By Graco was confuted well I ween But thou as
low'st do make us subject to disturbing fate 15 But low'st gins first to work the soul doth frame This bodies shape imploy'd in one long thought So wholy taken up that she the same Observeth not till she it quite hath wrought So men asleep some work to end have brought Not knowing of it yet have found it done Or we may say the matter that she raught And suck'd unto her self to work upon Is of one warmth with her own spright feels as one 16 And thus the body being the souls work From her own centre so entirely made Seated i' th' heart for there this spright doth lurk It is no wonder 't is so easly sway'd At her command But when this work shall fade The soul dismisseth it as an old thought 'T is but one form but many be display'd Amid her higher rayes dismist and brought Back as she list many come that ne're were sought 17 The soul by making this strange edifice Makes way unto herself to exercise Functions of life and still more waked is The more she has perfected her fine devise Hath wrought her self into sure sympathies With this great world Her ears like hollow caves Resound to her own spright the energies Of the worlds spright If it ought suffered have Then presentifick circles to her straight notice gave 18 We know this world because our soul hath made Our bodie of this sensible worlds spright And body Therefore in the glassie shade Of our own eyes they having the same might That glasse or water hath we have the sight Of what the Mundane spirit suffereth By colours figures or inherent light Sun stars and all on earth it hurrieth To each point of it self so far as 't circuleth 19 And where he lighteth on advantages His circulings grow sensible So hills That hollow be do audible voices Resound The soul doth imitate that skill In framing of the eare that sounds may swell In that concavitie The crystall springs Reflect the light of heaven if they be still And clear the soul doth imitate and bring The eye to such a temper in her shapening 20 So eyes and ears be not mere perforations But a due temper of the Mundane spright And ours together else the circulations Of sounds would be well known by outward sight And th' eare would colours know figures light So that it 's plain that when this bodie 's gone This world to us is clos'd in darknesse quite And all to us is in dead silence drown Thus in one point of time is this worlds glory flown 21 But if 't be so how doth Psyche hear or see That hath nor eyes nor eares She sees more clear Then we that see but secondarily We see at distance by a circular Diffusion of that spright of this great sphear Of th' Universe Her sight is tactuall The Sun and all the starres that do appear She feels them in herself can distance all For she is at each one purely presentiall 22 To us what doth diffusion circular And our pure shadowed eyes bright crystalline But vigorously our spright particular Affect while things in it so clearly shine That 's done continually in the heavens sheen The Sun the Moon the Earth blew-glimmering Hel Scorch'd Aetna's bowels each shape you 'l divine To be in Nature every dern cell With fire-eyed dragons or what else therein doth dwel 23 These be all parts of the wide worlds excesse They be all seated in the Mundane spright And shew just as they are in their bignesse To her But circulation shews not right The magnitude of things for distant site Makes a deficience in these circulings But all things lie opeâ—right unto the sight Of heavens great eye their thin shot shadowings And lightned sides All this we find in Natures springs 24 The worlds great soul knows by Protopathie All what befalls this lower sprite but we Can onely know 't by Deuteropathie At least in sight and hearing She doth see In our own eyes by the close unitie Of ours and the worlds life our passion Plainly perceives our Idiopathie As we do hers by the same union But we cannot see hers in that perfection 25 Fresh varnish'd groves tall hills and gilded clouds Arching an eyelid for the gloring Morn Fair clustred buildings which our sight so crouds At distance with high spires to heaven yborn Vast plains with lowly cottages forlorn Rounded about with the low wavering skie Cragg'd vapours like to ragged rocks ytorn She views those prospects in our distant eye These and such like be the first centres mysterie 26 Or if you will the first low energie Of that one centre which the soul is hight Which knows this world by the close unitie Concorporation with the Mundane sprite Unloos'd from this she wants a certain light Unlesse by true regeneration She be incorporate with God unite With his own spright so a new mansion Sh' has got oft saught with deepest suspiration 27 But robb'd of her first clothing by hard fate If she fall short of this wo's me what pains She undergoes when this lost former state So kindled hath lifes thirst that still remains Thus her eternitie her nothing gains But hungry flames raging voracitie Feeding on its own self The heavens she stains With execrations and foul blasphemie Thus in fell discontent and smoth'ring fire they frie. 28 Vain man that striv'st to have all things at will What wilt thou do in this sterilitie Whom canst thou then command or what shall fill Thy gaping soul O depth of miserie Prepare thy self by deep humilitie Destroy that fretting fire while thou art here Forsake this worlds bewitching vanitie Nor death nor hell then shalt thou need to fear Kill and cast down thy self to heaven God shall thee rear 29 This middle centrall essence of the soul Is that which still survives asleep or waking The life she shed in this grosse earthly moul Is quite shrunk up lost in the bodies breaking Now with slight phantasms of her own fond making She 's clad so is her life drie and jejune But all flit souls be not in the same taking That state this lifes proportion doth tune So as thou livest here such measure must ensuen 30 But they whose souls deiform summitie Is waken'd in this life and so to God Are nearly joyn'd in a firm Unitie This outward bodie is but earthie clod Digested having life transfus'd abroad The worlds life and our lower vitalitie Unite in one their souls have their aboad In Christs own body are eternally One with our God by true and strong communitie 31 When we are clothed with this outward world Feel the soft air behold the glorious Sunne All this we have from meat that 's daily hurld Into these mouthes But first of all we wonne This priviledge by our first union With this worlds body and diffused spright I' th' higher world there 's such communion Christ is the sunne that by his chearing might Awakes our higher rayes to joyn with his pure
Nothing beholden to our devicefull thought This inf'nite voidnesse as much our mind doth gall And has as great perplexities ybrought As if this empty space with bodies were yfraught 46 Nor have we yet the face once to deny But that it is although we mind it not For all once minded such perplexity It doth create to puzzled reason that She sayes and unsayes do's she knows not what Why then should we the worlds infinity Misdoubt because when as we contemplate Its nature such strange inconsistency And unexpected sequels we therein descry 47 Who dare gainsay but God is every where Unbounded measurelesse all Infinite Yet the same difficulties meet us here Which erst us met and did so sore affright With their strange vizards This will follow right Where ever we admit Infinity Every denominated part proves streight A portion infinite which if it be One infinite will into myriads multiply 48 But with new argument to draw more near Our purpos'd end If God's omnipotent And this omnipotent God be every where Where e're he is then can he eas'ly vent His mighty virtue thorough all extent What then shall hinder but a roscid air With gentle heat eachwhere be ' sperst and sprent Unlesse omnipotent power we will empair And say that empty space his working can debarâ— 49 Where now this one supposed world is pight Was not that space at first all vain and void Nor ought said no when he said Let 't be light VVas this one space better then all beside And more obedient to what God decreed Or would not all that endlesse Emptinesse Gladly embrac'd if he had ever tride His just command and what might come to passe Implies no contradictious inconsistentnesse 50 VVherefore this precious sweet Ethereall dew For ought we know God each where did distill And thorough all that hollow Voidnesse threw And the wide gaping drought therewith did fill His endlesse overflowing goodnesse spill In every place which streight he did contrive Int ' infinite severall worlds as his best skill Did him direct and creatures could receive For matter infinite needs infinite worlds must give 51 The Centre of each severall world 's a Sunne With shining beams and kindly warming heat About whose radiant crown the Planets runne Like reeling moths around a candle light These all together one world I conceit And that even infinite such worlds there be That inexhausted Good that God is hight A full sufficient reason is to me Who simple Goodnesse make the highest Deity 52 Al 's make himself the key of all his works And eke the measure of his providence The piercing eye of truth to whom nought lurks But lies wide ope unbar'd of all pretence But frozen hearts away flie farre from hence Unlesse you 'l thaw at this celestiall fire And melt into one mind and holy sense With Him that doth all heavenly hearts inspire So may you with my soul in one assent conspire 53 But what 's within uneath is to convey To narrow vessels that are full afore And yet this truth as wisely as I may I will insinuate from senses store Borrowing a little aid Tell me therefore When you behold with your admiring eyes Heavens Canopie all to be spangled o're With sprinkled stars what can you well devize Which causen may such carelesse order in the skies 54 A peck of peasen rudely poured out On plaister flore from hasty heedlesse hond Which lie all carelesse scattered about To sight do in as seemly order stond As those fair glistering lights in heaven are found If onely for this world they were intended Nature would have adorn'd this azure Round With better Art and easily have mended This harsh disord'red order and more beauty lended 55 But though these lights do seem so rudely throwen And scattered throughout the spacious sky Yet each most seemely sits in his own Throne In distance due and comely Majesty And round their lordly seats their servants high Keeping a well-proportionated space One from another doing chearfully Their daily task No blemish may deface The worlds in severall dekt with all art and grace 56 But the appearance of the nightly starres Is but the by-work of each neighbour sun Wherefore lesse marvell if it lightly shares Of neater Art and what proportion Were fittest for to distance one from one Each world I mean from other is not clear Wherefore it must remain as yet unknown Why such perplexed distances appear Mongst the dispersed lights in Heaven thrown here and there 57 Again that eminent similitude Betwixt the starres and Phoebus fixed light They being both with steddinesse indu'd No whit removing whence they first were pight No serious man will count a reason slight To prove them both both fixed suns and stars And Centres all of severall worlds by right For right it is that none a sun debarre Of Planets which his just and due retinue are 58 If starrs be merely starres not centrall lights Why swell they into so huge bignesses For many as Astronomers do write Our sun in bignesse many times surpasse If both their number and their bulks were lesse Yet lower placed light and influence Would flow as powerfully the bosome presse Of the impregned Earth that fruit from hence As fully would arise and lordly affluence 59 Wherefore these fixed Fires mainly attend Their proper charge in their own Universe And onely by the by of court'sie lend Light to our world as our world doth reverse His thankfull rayes so far as he can pierce Back unto other worlds But farre aboven Further then furthest thought of man can traverse Still are new worlds aboven and still aboven In th'endlesse hollow Heaven and each world hath his Sun 60 An hint of this we have in winter-nights When reason may see clearer then our eye Small subtil starres appear unto our sights As thick as pin-dust scattered in the skie Here we accuse our seeing facultie Of weaknesse and our sense of foul deceit We do accuse and yet we know not why But the plain truth is from a vaster hight The numerous upper worlds amaze our dazzled sight 61 Now sith so sarre as sense can ever try We find new worlds that still new worlds there be And round about in infinite numbers lie Further then reach of mans weak phantasie Without suspition of temerity We may conclude as well as men conclude That there is air farre 'bove the mountains high Or that th' Earth a sad substance doth include Even to the Centre with like qualities indu'd 62 For who did ever the Earths Centre pierce And felt or sand or gravell with his spade At such a depth what Histories rehearse That ever wight did dare for to invade Her bowels but one mile in dampish shade Yet I 'll be bold to say that few or none But deem this globe even to the bottome made Of solid earth and that her nature's one Throughout though plain experience hath it never shown 63 But sith sad earth so farre as they
' fairs But for to answer thee This I dare warrant surely to maintain If to contrair the holy tongue should be Absurd I find enough such contrariety 51 Then I in simple sort him answered thus I ken not the strange guize of learned Schools But if Gods thoughts be contrair unto us Let not deep wonderment possesse our souls If he call fools wisemen and wisemen fools If rich he poore men term if poore men rich If crafty States-men filly countrey gulls Beasts men men beasts with many other such God seeth not as man seeth God speaks not in mans speech 52 Straight he to higher pearch like bird in cage Did skip and sang of etern Destiny Of sight and foresight he with count'nance sage Did speak and did unfold Gods secresie And left untoucht no hidden mystery I lowly louting held my cap in hond He askt what meant that so sudden coursie I pardon crave said I for manners fond You are Heavens Privy-Counsellour I understond 53 Which I wist not before so deep insight Into the hidden things of God who can Attain unto without that quickning spright Of the true God Who knows the mind of man But that same spright that in his breast doth won Therefore the key of Gods hid secresie Is his own spright that 's proper to the Son And those of that second nativity Which holy Temples are of the Divinity 54 Therefore as th' sacred Seat o' th' Deity I unto you seemly behaviour make If you be such as you may seem to be It is mans nature easily to mistake My words his mind did quite asunder break For he full forward was all to assume That might him gild with glory and pertake With God and joyed greatly in vain fume And prided much himself in his purloined plume 55 So that full loth he was for to undo My fairly winded up conclusion Yet inwardly did not assent unto My premises for foul presumption He thought if that a private idiot man By his new birth should either equallize Or else outstrip the bookish nation Perhaps some foul deformities disguise Their life tush that to knowledge is no prejudice 56 But he nould say so for why he was bent To keep the credit which he then had got As he conceiv'd for it had been yblent It might have hazarded half of his lot To wit his god-like hue withouten spot If so be such deep knowledge could consist With wicked life but he nould lose one jot Of his so high esteem nor me resist So I escap'd the souse of his contracted fist 57 And here I think we both as dumb had been As were the slow-foot beasts on which we rode Had not Don Psittaco by fortune seen A place which well he knew though disallow'd Which he to me with earnest countenance show'd Histing me nearer nearer both we go And closely under the thick hedges crowd Which were not yet so thick but they did show Through their false sprays all the whole place and persons too 58 It was to weet a trimly decked Close Whose grassie pavement wrought with even line Ran from the Morn upon the Evening-close The Eastern end by certain steps they climbe To do their holy things O sight divine There on the middle of the highest flore A large geen turf squar'd out all fresh and fine Not much unlike to Altars us'd of yore Right fairly was adorn'd with every glittering flower 59 At either end of this well raised sod A stately stalk shot up of Torchwort high Whose yellow flames small light did cast abroad But yet a pleasant shew they yield the eye A pretty space from this we did descry An hollow Oak whose navell the rough saw Long since had clove so standing wet and dry Around the stumped top sofâ— mosse did grow Whose velvet hue and verdure cushion-like did show 60 Within the higher hedge of thickn'd trees A lower rank on either side we saw Of lesser shâ—ubs even-set with artifice There the wood-queristers sac on a row And sweetly sung while Boreas did blow Above their heads with various whistling As his blasts hap to break now high now low Against the branches of the waving Pines And other neighbour plants still rocking with the Winds 61 But above these birds of more sightly plume With gold and purple feathers gayly dight Are rank'd aloft But th' Eagle doth assume The highest sprig For his it is by right Therefore in seemly sort he there is pight Sitting aloft in his green Cabinet From whence he all beholds with awfull sight Who ever in that solemne place were met At the West end for better view right stately set 62 After a song loud chanted by that Quire Tun'd to the whistling of the hollow winde Comes out a gay Pye in his rich attire The snowie white with the black sattin shin'd On 's head a silken cap he wore unlin'd When he had hopped to the middle flore His bowing head right lowly he inclin'd As if some Deity he did adore And seemly gestures make courting the Heavenly powr 63 Thus cring'd he toward th' East with shivering wings With eyes on the square sod devoutly bent Then with short flight up to the Oak he springs Where he thrice congied after his ascent With posture chang'd from th' East to th'Occident Thrice bowed he down and easily thrice he rose Bow'd down so low as if 't had been's intent On the green mosse to wipe his swarthy nose Anon he chatters loud but why himself best knows 64 There we him leave impatient of stay My self amaz'd such actions to see And pretty gestures ' mongst those creatures gay So unexpected Uniformitie And such a semblance of due piety For every Crow as when he cries for rain Did Eastward nod and every Daw we see When they first entered this grassie Plain With shaking wings and bended bills ador'd the same 65 O that the spirit of Pythagoras Would now invade my breast dear Psittaco Said I. In nature he so cunning was As both the mind of birds and beasts to know What meant their voyces and their gestures too So might we riddle out some mystery Which lieth hid in this strange uncouth show But thy grave self may be as wise as he I wote Aread then Psittaco what sights these be 66 Certs said he thine eyes be waxen dim These be the people of wide Adamah These be no birds 't is true they 're sons of sin And vessels of Heavens ire for sooth to say They have no faith I fear nor ever may But be shap'd out for everlasting shame Thou ghthey deride us of Psittacusa Yet well I wot we have the onely name Above and though all foul yet there devoyd of blame 67 And that green spot which thou maist deem a Close It is to them no Close but holy place Ycleep'd a Church vvhose sight doth well dispose Approaching souls The rest thy self maist trace By true analogy But I 'll not passe One thing remarkable said he to me It
steddy Spring exclude Summers accession Or Summer spoil the Spring with furious hot oppression 5 You chearfull chaunters of the flowring woods That feed your carelesse souls with pleasant layes O silly birds cease from your merry moods Ill suits such mirth when dreary deaths assayes So closely presse your sory carkases To mournfull note turn your light verilayes Death be your song and winters hoary sprayes Spend your vain sprights in sighing Elegies I 'll help you to lament your wofull miseries 6 When we lay cover'd in the shady Night Of senselesse matter we were well content With that estate nought pierc'd our anxious spright No harm we suffered no harm we ment Our rest not with light dream of ill was blent But when rough Nature with her iron hond Pull'd us from our soft ease and hither hent Disturbing fear and pinching pain we found Full many a bitter blast full many a dreadfull stound 7 Yet life 's strong love doth so intoxicate Our misty minds that we do fear to dy What did dame Nature brood all things of hate And onely give them life for misery Sense for an undeserved penalty And show that if she list that she could make Them happy but with spightfull cruelty Doth force their groaning ghosts this house forsake And to their ancient Nought their empty selves betake 8 Thus in deep sorrow and restlesse disdain Against the cankered doom of envious fate I clove my very heart with riving pain While I in sullen rage did ruminate The Creatures vanity and wofull state And night that ought to yield us timely rest My swelling griefs did much more aggravate The sighs and groans of weary sleeping beast Seem'd as if fleep it self their spirits did molest 9 Or as constrain'd perforce that boon to wrest From envious Nature All things did augment My heavie plight that fouly I blam'd the best Of stubborn destiny cause of this wayment Even sleep that 's for our restauration ment As execrable thing I did abhorre Cause ugly death to th' life it did depeint What good came to my mind I did deplore Because it perish must and not live evermore 10 Thus wrapt in rufull thought through the waste field I staggerd on and scattered my woe Bedew'd the grasse with tears mine eyes did yield At last I am arriv'd wiâ—h footing slow Near a black pitchy wood that strongest throw Of starry beam no'te easily penetrate On the North side I walked to and fro In solitary shade The Moons sly gate Had cross'd the middle line It was at least so late 11 When th' other part of night in painfull grief Was almost spent out of that solemn grove There issued forth for my timely relief The fairest wight that ever sight did prove So fair a wight as might command the love Of best of mortall race her count'nance sheen The pensive shade gently defore her drove A 〈◊〉 sweet light shone from her lovely eyne She seem'd no earthly branch but sprung of stock divine 12 A silken mantle colour'd like the skie With silver starres in a due distance set Was cast about her somewhat carelesly And her bright flowing hair was not ylet By Arts device onely a chappelet Of chiefest flowers which from far and near The Nymphs in their pure Lilly hands had fet Upon her temples she did seemly weare Her own fair beams made all her ornaments appear 13 What wilfull wight doth thus his kindly rest Forsake said she approching me unto What rage what sorrow boils thus in thy chest That thou thus spend'st the night in wasting wo Oft help he gets that his hid ill doth show Ay me said I my grief 's not all mine own For all mens griefs into my heart do flow Nor mens alone but every mornfull grone Of dying beast or what so else that grief hath shown 14 From fading plants my sorrows freshly spring And thou thy self that com'st to comfort me Wouldst strongst occasion of deep sorrow bring If thou wert subject to mortality But I no mortall wight thee deem to be Thy face thy voice immortall thee proclaim Do I not well to wail the vanity Of fading life and churlish fates to blame That with cold frozen death lifes chearfull motions tame 15 Thou dost not well said she to me again Thou hurt'st thy self and dost to them no good The sighs thou sendest out cannot regain Life to the dead thou canst not change the mood Of stedfast destiny That man is wood That weetingly hastes on the thing he hates Dull sorrow chokes the sprights congeals the blood The bodies fabrick quickly ruinates Yet foolish men do fondly blame the hasty fates 16 Come hasty fates said I come take away My weary life the fountain of my wo When that 's extinct or shrunk into cold clay Then well I wote that I shall undergo No longer pain O! why are you so slow Fond speech said she nor chang'd her countenance No signe of grief or anger she did show Full well she knew passions misgovernance Through her clear brest fond passion never yet did lance 17 But thus spake on Sith friendly sympathy With all the creatures thus invades thy brest And strikes thine heart with so deep agony For their decay ' cording to that behest Which the pure sourse of sympathy hath prest On all that of those lovely streams have drunk I 'll tell thee that that needs must please thee best All life 's immortall though the outward trunk May changed be yet life to nothing never shrunk 18 With that she bad me rear my heavie eye Up toward heaven I rear'd them toward th' East Where in a roscid cloud I did espy A Lunar rainbow in her painted vest The heavenly maid in the mean while surceast From further speech while I the bow did view But mine old malady was more increas'd The bow gan break and all the gawdy hiew Dispeared that my heart the sight did inly rue 19 Thus life doth vanish as this bow is gone Said I. That sacred Nymph forthwith reply'd Vain showes may vanish that have gaily shone To feeble sense but if the truth be tri'd Life cannot perish or to nothing slide It is not life that falleth under sight None but vain flitting qualities are ey'd By wondring ignorance The vitall spright As surely doth remain as the Suns lasting light 20 This bow whose breaking struck thy troubled heart Of causelesse grief I hope shall thee recure When I have well explain'd with skilfull Art By its resemblance what things must indure What things decay and cannot standen sure The higher causes of that coloured Ark What e're becomes of it do sit secure That so the body falling lifes fair spark Is safe I 'll clearly show if you but list to mark 21 There be six Orders 'fore you do descend To this gay painted bow Sols centrall spright To the first place to th' next we must commend His hid spread form then his inherent light The fourth his rayes wherewith he is bedight The
Or some thin body or spread quality Or point of quality or fixt or setten free 29 But whether thin spread body she doth deem Her self dispersed through this grosser frame Or doth her self a quality esteem Or quient complexion streaming through the same Or else some lucid point her self doth name Of such a quality in chiefest part Strongly fix'd down or whether she doth clame More freedome for that point in head nor heart Fast seated yet saith she the bodies brat thou art 30 Thence thou arose thence thou canst not depart There die thou must when thy dear nurse decayes But these false phansies I with reason smart Shall eas'ly chace away and the mind raise To higher pitch O listen to my layes And when you have seen fast seald eternity Of humane souls then your great Maker praise For his never fading benignity And feed your selves with thought of immortality The Argument of PSYCHATHANASIA OR The Immortality of the Soul Book 2. Cant. 2. Sense no good judge of truth What spright What body we descry Prove from the souls inferiour might Her incorp'reitie 1 WHile I do purpose with my self to sing The souls incorporeity I fear That it a worse perplexitie may bring Unto the weaker mind and duller ear For she may deem herself ' stroyd quite clear While all corporeals from her we expell For she has yet not mark'd that higher sphear Where her own essence doth in safety dwell But views her lower shade like boy at brink of well 2 Dotes upon sense ne higher doth arise Busied about vain forms corporeall Contemns as nought unseen exilities Objects of virtue Intellectuall Though these of substances be principall But I to better hope would fainly lead The sunken mind and cunningly recall Again to life that long hath liggen dead Awake ye drooping souls shake off that drousihead 3 Why do you thus confide in sleepy sense Ill judge of her own objects who 'll believe The eye contracting Phoebus Orb immense Into the compasse of a common sieve If solid reason did not us relieve The host of heaven alwayes would idle stand In our conceit nor could the Sun revive The neither world nor do his Lords command Things near seem further off farst off the nearst at hand 4 The touch acknowledgeth no gustables The tast no fragrant smell or stinking sent The smell doth not once dream of audibles The hearing never knew the verdant peint Of springs gay mantle nor heavens light ylent That must discover all that goodly pride So that the senses would with zeal fervent Condemne each other and their voice deride If mutually they heard such things they never try'd 5 But reason that above the sense doth sit Doth comprehend all their impressions And tells the touch it s no fanatick fit That makes the sight of illustrations So stifly talk upon occasions But judgeth all their voyces to be true Concerning their straight operations And doth by nimble consequences shew To her own self what those wise Five yet never knew 6 They never knew ought but corporealls But see how reason doth their verdict rude Confute by loosening materialls Into their principles as latitude Profundity of bodies to conclude The term of latitude is breadthlesse line A point the line doth manfully retrude From infinite processe site doth confine This point take site away it s straight a spark divine 7 And thus unloos'd it equally respects The bodies parts not fixt to any one Let 't be distused through all Thus it detects The soul's strange nature operation Her independency loose union With this frail body So 's this unity Great but without that grosse extension Exceeding great in her high energie Extended far and wide from her non-quantity 8 If yet you understand not let the soul Which you suppose extended with this masse Be all contract and close together roll Into the centre of the hearts compasse As the suns beams that by a concave glasse Be strangely strengthned with their strait constraint Into one point that thence they stoutly passe Fire all before them withouten restraint The high arch'd roof of heaven with smouldry smoke they taint 9 But now that grosnesse which we call the heart Quite take away and leave that spark alone Without that sensible corporeall part Of humane body so when that is gone One nimble point of life that 's all at one In its own self doth wonderfully move Indispers'd quick close with self-union Hor sparkling active mounting high above In bignesse nought in virtue like to thundring Jove 10 Thus maugre all th' obmurmurings of sense We have found an essence incorporeall A shifting centre with circumference But she not onely sits in midst of all But is also in a manner centrall In her outflowing lines For the extension Of th' outshot rayes circumserentiall Be not gone from her by distrought distension Her point is at each point of all that spread dimension 11 This is a substance truly spiritall That reason by her glistring lamp hath shown No such the sense in things corporeall Can ere find out May this perswasion O sunken souls slaves of sensation Rear up your heads and chase away all fear How when by strong argumentation I shall you strip of what so doth appear Corporeall that you to nought should vanish clear 12 The naked essence of the body 's this Matter extent in three dimensions Hardnesse or softnesse be but qualities Withouten self reduplications Or outspread circling propagations Of its own presence These be corporall And what with these in such extension Singly's stretch'd out is form materiall Whether our soul be such now to the test we 'll call 13 If souls be bodies or inanimate They be or else endowed with life If they Be livelesse give they life if animate Then tell me what doth life to them convey Some other body Here can be no stay Straight we must ask whether that livelesse be Or living Then what ' lives it Thus we 'll play Till we have forc'd you to infinity And make your cheeks wax red at your Philosophy 14 Again pray tell me is this body grosse Or fluid and thin you deem the soul to be If grosse then either strongly it is cross'd From entring some parts of this rigid tree And so of life they 'll want their ' lotted fee Or if it penetrate this bulk throughout It breaks and tears and puts to penalty This sory corse If 't thin and fluid be thought How pulls it up those limbs and again jerks them out 15 Besides if stretchen corporeity Longs to the soul then Augmentation Must likewise thereto appertain But see Th' absurdities that this opinion Will drag on with it for effluxion Of parts will spoil the steddy memory And wash away all intellection Deface the beauty of that imagery That once was fairly graven in her phantasie 16 But oft when the weak bodie 's worn and wasted And far shrunk in the nimble phantasie So far she 's from being withered and blasted More
largely worketh and more glitterandly Displayes her spreaden forms and chearfully Pursues her sports Again the greater corse Would most be fill'd with magnanimity But oft we see the lesse hath greater force To fight or talk the greater oft we see the worse 17 All which if weighed well must ill agree With bodies natures which merely consist In a dull silent stupid quantity Stretching forth mirksome matter in what list Or precincts no man knows No Naturalist Can it define unlesse they adde a form That easly curbs the thing that no'te resist And after her own will can it inform It still and stupid stands and thinks nor good nor harm 18 The man is mad that will at all agree That this is soul Or if forme bodily Non-replicate extent not setten free But straight stretch'd out in corporeity Betwixt these two there 's that affinity As little wit that man will seem to have Which I shall plainly prove by th' energie Of sense though that same force seem not so brave Yet for the present I 'll not climbe to higher stave 19 If Souls be substances corporeall Be they as big just as the body is Or shoot they out to th' height Aethereall Of such extent are the sights energies If they shoot out be they equally transmisse Around this body or but upward start If round the body Nature did amisse To lose her pains in half of the souls part That part can finden nought that through the earth doth dart 20 Or will you say she is an hemisphere But a ridiculous experiment Will soon confute it list you but to rear Your agill heels towards the firmament And stand upon your head that part is bent Down through the earth that earst did threat the skie So that your soul now upward is extent No higher then your heels yet with your eye The heavens great vastnesse as before you now discry 21 You 'll say this souls thin spread exility Turns not at all How doth it then depend Upon this body It has no unity Therewith but onely doth of cur'sy lend It life as doth the worlds great lamp down send Both light and warmth unto each living wight And if they chance to fail and make an end It s nought to him he shineth yet as bright As ere he did This showes the soul immortall quite 22 But if the soul be justly coextent With this straight body nought can bigger be Then is our body that she doth present ' Cording to laws of Corporeity So must she represent each realty Thus tallest Gyants would be oft defied By groveling Pigmees for they could not see The difference nor mete his manly stride Nor ween what matchlesse strength did in his armes reside 23 For they must judge him just as their own selves Of the same stature of the self-same might All men would seem to them their fellow Elves Nor little curs would tremble at the sigh Of greater dogs nor hawks would put to flight The lesser birds Th' impression of a seal Can be no larger then the wax or right As big or lesse it is Therefore repeal This grosse conceit and hold as reason doth reveal 24 Again if souls corporeall you ween Do the light images of things appear Upon the surface slick bright smooth and sheen As in a looking glasse Or whether dare They passe the outside and venture so farre As into the depth of the souls substance If this then they together blended are That nought we see with right discriminance If that the object gone away those forms do glance 25 Thus should we be devoid of memory And be all darknesse till the good presence Of outward objects doth the soul unty From heavy sleep But this experience Plainly confutes For even in their absence We do retain their true similitude So lovers wont to maken dalliance With the fair shade their minds do still include And wistly view the grace wherewith she is endude 26 But now new reasons I will set on foot Drawn from the common sense that 's not extense But like a centre that around doth shoot Its rayes those rayes should be the outward sense As some resemble't But by no pretence Would I the outward senses should be thought To act so in a spread circumference That the seat of their forms should be distrought Or that by reach of quantities dead arms they wrought 27 For see how little share hath quantitie In act of seeing when we comprehend The heavens vast compasse in our straitned eye Nor may the Ox with the Eagle contend Because a larger circle doth extend His slower lights So that if outward sense In his low acts doth not at all depend On quantity how shall the common-sense That is farre more spirituall depend from thence 28 But still more presly this point to pursue By th' smelling odours voices by the ear By th' eye we apprehend the coloured hew Of bodies visible But what shall steer The erring senses where shall they compear In controversie what the difference Of all their objects can with judgement clear Distinguish and discern One common-sense For one alone must have this great preeminence 29 And all this one must know though still but one Else't could not judge of all But make it two Then tell me doth the soul by this alone Apprehend this object that the sense doth show And that by that or doth it by both know Both objects as this colour and that sound If both knew both then nature did bestow In vain one faculty it doth redound But if this that that this what shall them both compound 30 And by comparison judge of them both Therefore that judge is one But whether one Without division let 's now try that troth If it be any wise extent you 're gone By the same reason that afore was shown Suppose't a line the least of quantity Or sound is here there colour or each one Of the lines parts receive them both If we Grant that again we find a superfluity 31 If this part this and that part that receive We are at the same losse we were afore For one to judge them both or we bereave Our souls of judgement For who can judge more Than what he knows It is above his power Therefore it 's plain the common sense is one One individed faculty But store Of parts would breed a strange confusion When every part mought claim proper sensation 32 If not nor all could exercise the Act Of any sense For could a power of sense Arise from stupid parts that plainly lack'd That might themselves Thus with great confidence We may conclude that th' humane souls essence Is indivisible yet every where In this her body Cause th' intelligence She hath of whatsoever happens here The aking foot the eye doth view the hand doth cheer 33 What tells the hand or head the toes great grief When it alone is pinch'd with galling shooes Do other parts not hurt call for relief For their dear mates Ill
messenger of woes That grieveth not himself Can they disclose That misery without impression Upon themselves Therefore one spirit goes Through all this bulk not by extension But by a totall Self-reduplication 34 Which neither body nor dispersed form Nor point of form dispersed e'r could do And bodies life or sprite for to transform Into our soul though that might this undo Yet to so rash conceit to yield unto Cannot be safe for if it propagate It 's self and 'ts passions yet they free may go Unmark'd if sense would not them contemplate So doth the Mundane sprite not heeded circulate 35 Besides if from that spirit naturall The nurse of plants you should dare to assert That lively inward Animadversall To springen out it would surely invert The order of the Orbs from whence do stert All severall beings and of them depend Therefore the Orb Phantastick must exert All life phantasticall sensitive send The life of sense so of the rest unto each end 36 There 's nought from its own self can senden forth Ought better then it self So nought gives sense That hath not sense it self nor greater worth Then sense nor sense nor better springs from thence Nor that which higher is can have essence Lesse active lesse reduplicate lesse free Lesse spiritall then that 's amov'd from hence And is an Orb of a more low degree Wherefore that centrall life hath more activitie 37 And present is in each part totally Of this her body Nor we ought diffide Although some creatures still alive we see To stirre and move when we have them divide And cut in twain Thus worms in sturdie pride Do wrigge and wrest their parts divorc'd by knife But we must know that Natures womb doth hide Innumerable treasures of all life And how to breaken out upon each hint they strive 38 So when the present actuall centrall life Of sense and motion is gone with one part To manage it strait for the due relief Of th' other particle there up doth start Another centrall life and tries her art But she cannot raigne long nor yet recure That deadly wound The plantall lifes depart And flitten or shrunk spright that did procure Her company being lost make her she 'll not endure 39 And so at last is gone from whence she came For soon did fade that sweet allurement The plantall life which for a while did flame With sympathetick fire but that being spent Straight she is flown Or may you this content That some impression of that very soul That 's gone if gone with plantall spirit meint The broken corse thus busily may roll Long 't is till water boild doth stranger heat controul 40 Thus have we prov'd ' cording to our insight That humane souls be not corporeall With reasons drawn from the sensitive might Nor bodies nor spread forms materiall Whether you substances list them to call Or qualities or point of these I 'll bring Hereafter proofs from power rationall In humane souls to prove the self same thing Mount up aloft my Muse and now more shrilly sing The Argument of PSYCHATHANASIA Or The Immortality of the Soul BOOK II. CANT III. The souls incorporeitie From powers rationall We prove Discern true pietie From bitternesse and gall 1 LIke Carpenter entred into a wood To cut down timber for some edifice Of stately structure whiles he casts abroad His curious eye he much perplexed is There stand in view so many goodly trees Where to make choice to enter his rugg'd saw My Muse is plung'd in like perplexities So many arguments themselves do show That where to pitch my wavering mind doth yet scarce know 2 One taller then the rest my circling eye Hath hit upon which if 't be sound at heart Will prove a goodly piece to raise on high The heavenly structure of that deemed part Of man his soul and by unerring art Set his foundation 'bove the bodies frame On his own wheels that he may thence depart Intire unhurt So doth the Scythian swain Drive his light moving house on the waste verdant Plain 3 I 'll sing of piety that now I mean That Trismegist thus wisely doth define Knowledge of God That 's piety I ween The highest of virtues a bright beam divine Which to the purer soul doth sweetly shine But what 's this beam and how doth it enlight What doth it teach It teacheth to decline Self-love and frampard wayes the hypocrite Doth trample in accloy'd with dirt and dismall night 4 Not rage nor mischief nor love of a sect Nor eating irefulnesse harsh cruelty Contracting Gods good will nor conscience checkt Or chok'd continually with impiety Fauster'd and fed with hid hypocrisie Nor tyranny against perplexed minds Nor forc'd conceit nor man-idolatry All which the eye of searching reason blinds And the souls heavenly flame in dungeon darknesse binds 5 Can warres and jarres and fierce contention Swoln hatred and consuming envie spring From piety No. 'T is opinion That makes the riven heavens with trumpets ring And thundring engine mur'drous balls out-sling And send mens groning ghosts to lower shade Of horrid hell This the wide world doth bring To devastation makes mankind to fade Such direfull things doth false Religion perswade 6 But true Religion sprong from God above Is like her fountain full of charity Embracing all things with a tender love Full of good will and meek expectancy Full of true justice and sure verity In heart and voice free large even infinite Not wedg'd in strait particularity But grasping all in her vast active spright Bright lamp of God! that men would joy in thy pure light 7 Can souls that be thus universalis'd Begot into the life of God e're dy His light is like the sun that doth arise Upon the just and unjust can they fly Into a nothing and hath God an eye To see himself thus wasted and decay In his true members can mortality Seize upon that that doth it self display Above the laws of matter or the bodies sway 8 For both the body and the bodies spright Doth things unto particulars confine Teaching them partiall friendship and fell spight But those pure souls full of the life divine Look upon all things with mild friendly eyne Ready to do them good Thus is their will Sweetly spread out and ever doth incline The bent of the first Goodnesse to fulfill Ay me that dreary death such lovely life should spill 9 Besides this largenesse in the will of man And winged freenesse now let 's think upon His understanding and how it doth scan Gods being unto whom religion Is consecrate Imagination That takes its rise from sense so high ascent Can never reach yet intellection Or higher gets or at least hath some sent Of God vaticinates or is parturient 10 For ask her whether God be this or that A body infinite or some mighty spright Yet not almighty such vain speech she 'll hate Whether all present or in some place pight Whether part here part there or
their rude ignorance but to disclose The very truth our soul 's in safety In that distemper that doth ill dispose Her under spright But her sad misery Is that so close she 's tied in a prone Unitie 50 Leans on this bodies false security Seeks for things there not in herself nor higher Extremely loves this bodies company Trusts in its life thither bends her desire But when it gins to fail she 's left i' th' mire Yet hard upon us hangs th' Eternall light The ever-live-Idees the lamping fire Of lasting Intellect whose nearnesse might Illumin were our minds not lost in that frail spright 51 That spright and we are plain another thing Which now I 'll clearly show that we may see Our independency on his existing Which prove I must from eithers property That spright hath no perceptibility Of his impressions Phantasie nor sense Perceive themselves often with open eye We look upon a man in our presence And yet of that near object have no cognoscence 52 And so of Phansies that be fresh enough Even deeply seald upon that lower spright Unlesse we seek them out and pierce them through With aiming animadversion they in night Do lurk unknown to us though they be bright In their own selves Again some object may In its great vigour lustre sweying might This spirit wound by its fierce riving ray Our sight is hurt by th' eye of the broad blasing day 53 Beside the senses each one are restrained To his own object so is Phantasie That in the spirits compasse is contained As likewise the low naturall memory But sooth to say by a strong sympathy We both are mov'd by these and these do move As the light spider that makes at a fly Her selfe now moves the web she subt'ly wove Mov'd first by her own web when here the fly did rove 54 Like spider in her web so do we sit Within this spirit and if ought do shake This subtile loom we feel as it doth hit Most part into adversion we awake Unlesse we chance into our selves betake Our selves and listen to the lucid voice Of th' Intellect which these low tumults slake But our own selves judge of what ere accloyes Our muddied mind or what lifts up to heavenly joyes 55 All the five senses Phansie Memorie We feel their work distinguish and compare Find out their natures by the subtiltie Of sifting reason Then they objects are Of th' understanding bear no greater share In this same act then objects wont to do They are two realties distinguish'd clear One from the other as I erst did show She knows that spright that spright our soul can never know 56 Sense Phansie Memorie as afore was said Be hurt by stronger objects or be spoild By longer exercise Our soul ne're fades But doth her spright commiserate long toild With agitation when she feels it moild Descends to comfort it and gives it rest But she grows quicker vaster never foild With contemplations that this spright molest The inward soul 's renew'd as cannot be exprest 57 How soul and spright be severed we see But how 't works by it self is not yet shown I mean without this sprights assistencie Though not quite by her self High light doth crown Her summitie when sleep that spright doth drown â—â—apt into highest heavens in ecstasie She sees such things as would low life confound Enrage with a tumultuous agonie Burst this pent spright for want of fit capacitie 58 Then is she joynd with the Eternall Idees Which move our souls as sights do here below Joynd with the spright of God we gaze on these As by the Mundane spright th' Out-world we know Our soul hangs twixt them both and there doth go Where either spright doth snatch her Either raise Her inward forms which leap out nothing-slow When sympathie them calls Thus she displayes Her inward life Gods light views with her wakened rayes 59 When we confute a pregnant falsitie Cloth'd with strong phantasmes in our snared mind As this suppose The earths stabilitie What help can we in our low phansie find Possest of this impression what shall bind This stubborn falshood so inveterate That spright so stifly set can't be inclin'd By ought but by the soul that contemplates Truth by her self brings out her forms that be innate 60 Flies she to sense sense pleads for Ptolemee Flies she to her low phansie that 's so swayd By sense and fore-imprest Astronomie By botch'd inculcate paradigmes made By senses dictate that they 'll both perswade That Philolaus and wise Heraclide Be frantick both Copernicus twice mad She cannot then this question well decide By ought but her own forms that in her self reside 61 Which she calls out unto her faithfull aid Commands deep silence to fond phantasie Whose odious prating truth hath oft betraid And in her stead brought in rash falsitie Seated in sowr inert stupiditie Then farewell sense and what from sense hath sprong Saith she I 'll contemplate in puritie And quit my self of that tumultuous throng What then she finâ—s shall be unfold in my next song The Argument of PSYCHATHANASIA Or The Immortality of the Soul BOOK III. CANT III. That th' earth doth move proofs Physicall Unto us do descrie Adde reasons Theosophicall Al 's adde Astronomie 1 BLest souls first Authours of Astronomie Who clomb the heavens with your high reaching mind Scal'd the high battlements of the lofty skie To whom compar'd this earth a point you find Your bodies lesse what measure hath defin'd What art that mighty vastnesse Such high facts The ancient Giants swoln with raging wind Could not effect A subtile Parallax A dark Eclipse do quite obscure their braving acts 2 O the great might of mans high Phantasie Which with a shade or a divided line That nought this but a thin exilitie Can do farre more then strength enrag'd with tine Hoysted with haughty pride That brood combine To clamber up to heaven Hill upon hill Ossa upon Olympus doth recline Their brawnie arms redoubled force doth fill While they their spirits summon t' effect their furious will 3 But all in vain they want the inward skill What comes from heaven onely can thereascend Not rage nor tempest that this bulk doth fill Can profit ought but gently to attend The souls still working patiently to bend Our mind to sifting reason and clear light That strangely figur'd in our soul doth wend Shifting its forms still playing in our sight Till something it present that we shall take for right 4 The busie soul it is that hither hent By strength of reason the true distancies Of th' erring Planets and the vast extent Of their round bodies without outward eyes Hath view'd told their proportionalities Confounded sense by reasons strange report But wiser he that on reason relies Then stupid sense low-sunken into dirt This weapon I have got none from me may extort 5 O You stiff-standers for ag'd Ptolemce I heartily praise your humble reverence If willingly given to Antiquitie But when of him
fluid Sea with unexpected sway Long time it were this mystery fully to display 57 Wherefore I 'll let it passse my self betake Unto some reasons Astronomicall To which if 't please the nimble mind t' awake And shake off prejudice that wont forestall The ablest wit I fear not but he 'll fall Into the same opinion magnifie That subtile spirit that hath made this All And hath half-hid his work from mortall eye To sport and play with souls in sweet philosophie 58 But with crabb'd mind wisdome will nere consort Make her abode with a sowr ingenie That harmlesse spright her self will nere disport With bloudy zeal currish malignitie With wrathfull ignorance grave hypocrisie Mirth and Free mindednesse Simplicitie Patience Discreetnesse and Benignitie Faithfulnesse heart-struck Teneritie These be the lovely playemates of pure veritie 59 The Eternall Son of God who Logos hight Made all things in a fit proportion Wherefore I wote no man that judgeth right In Heaven will make such a confusion That courses of unlike extension Vastly unlike in like time shall be run By â—he flight stars Such huge distension Of place shews that their time is not all one Saturn his ring no'te finish as quick as the Moon 60 Yet if the Earth stand stupid and unmov'd This needs must come to passe For they go round In every twise twelve houres as is prov'd By dayly experience But it would confound The worlds right order if 't were surely found A reall motion Wherefore let it be In them but seeming but a reall round In th' Earth it self The world so 's setten free From that untoward disproportionalitie 61 For so the courses of the erring Seven With their own orbs will fitly well agree Their Annuall periods in the liquid Heaven They onely finish then which as they be Or lesse or greater so the time they flie In their own circlings hath its difference The Moon a moneth Saturn years ten times three Those have the least and bigg'st circumference So all their times and oâ—bs have mutuall reference 62 Next light 's the Planets dark opacitie Which long time hath been found in the low Moon Hills Valleys and such like asperitie Through optick glasses thence have plainly shone By the same trick it hath been clearly shown That Venus Moon-like grows corniculate What time her face with flusher light is blown Some such like things others have contemplate In Mercurie about the Sunne both circulate 63 When Venus is the furthest off from us Then is she in her full When in her full She seemeth least which proves she's exterous Beyond the Sunne and further off doth roll But when her circling nearer down doth pull Then gins she swell and waxen bug with horn But loose her light parts clad with darknesse dull She shows to us She and Mercury ne're born Farre from the Sunne proves that about him both do turn 64 They both opake as also is the Moon That turns about the Earth so turn those foure 'Bout Jupiter tend him as he doth run His annuall course That Tellus so may scoure Th'Ethereall Plain and have the self same power To run her circuits in the liquid skie About the Sunne the mind that doth not lour Drooping in earthy dregs will not deny Sith we so well have prov'd the starres opacitie 65 About the great the lesser lamps do dance The Medicean foure reel about Jove Two round old Saturn without Nominance Luna about the earth doth nimbly move Then all as it doth seemly well behove About the bigg'st of all great Phoebus hight With joy and jollitie needs round must rove Tickled with pleasure of his heat and light What tumbling tricks they play in his farre-piercing sight 66 Next argument could I it well expresse With Poets pen it hath so mighty force That an ingenious man 't would stoutly presse To give assent unto the Annuall course Of this our earth But prejudice the nurse Of ignorance stoppeth all free confession Al 's keeps the way that souls have not recourse To purer reason chok'd with that oppression This argument is drawn from the stars retrocession 67 Planets go back stand still and forward flie With unexpected swiftnesse What 's the cause That they thus stagger in the plain-pay'd skie Or stupid stand as if some dull repose Did numb their spirits and their sinews lose Here 'gins the wheel-work of the Epicycle Thus patch they Heaven more botch'dly then old cloths This pretty sport doth make my heart to tickle With laughter and mine eyes with merry tears to trickle 68 O daring phansie that dost thus compile The Heavens from hasty thoughts such as fall next Wary Philosophers cannot but smile At such feat gear at thy rude rash context An heap of Orbs disorderly perplext Thrust in on every hint of motion Must be the wondrous art of Nature next Here working under God Thus thus vain man Intitles alwayes God to his opinion 69 Thinks every thing is done as he conceives Would bind all men to his religion All the world else of freedome he bereaves He and his God must have Dominion The truth must have her propagation That is his thought which he hath made a God That furious hot inust impression Doth so disturb his veins that all abroad With rage he roves and all gainsayers down hath trod 70 But to return from whence my Muse hath flown All this disordred superfluity Of Epicycles or what else is shown To salve the strange absurd enormity Of staggering motions in the azure skie Both Epicycles and those turns enorm Would all prove nought if you would but let flie The earth in the Ecliptick line yborn As I could well describe in Mathematick form 71 So could I that 's another argument From this same principle most clearly prove In regresse and in progresse different Of the free Planets Why Saturn should rove With shorter startings give back lesse then Jove Jove lesse then Mars why Venus flincheth out More then Mercurius why Saturn moves Ofter in those back jets then Jove doth shoot But Mercury more oft then Venus and Mars stout 72 And why the Sunne escap'd an Epicycle When as th' old prodigall Astronomie On th' other six bestowed that needlesse cycle Why Saturn Jove and Mars be very nigh Unto the Earth show bigger in our eye At Eventide when they rise Acronicall Why far remov'd with so vast distancy When they go down with setting Cronicall All these will plain appear from th' earths course Annuall 73 Many other reasons from those heauenly motions Might well be drawn but with exility Of subtile Mathematicks obscure notions A Poets pen so fitly no'te agree And curious men will judge't a vagrancy To start thus from my scope My pitched end Was for to prove the immortality Of humane souls But if you well attend My ship to the right port by this bow'd course did bend 74 For I have clearly show'd that stout resistence Of the pure soul against the Mundane spright And body
have gone They still descry eas'ly they do inferre Without all check of reason were they down Never so deep like substance would appear Ne dream of any hollow horrour there My mind with like uncurb'd facility Concludes from what by sight is seen so clear That ther 's no barren wast vacuity Above the worlds we see but still new worlds therely 64 And still and still even to infinity Which point since I so fitly have propos'd Abating well the inconsistency Of harsh infinitu de therein suppos'd And prov'd by reasons never to be loos'd That infinite space and infinite worlds there be This load laid down I 'm freely now dispos'd A while to sing of times infinity May infinite Time afford me but his smallest fee. 65 For smallest fee of time will serve my turn This part for to dispatch sith endlesse space Whose perplext nature well mans brains might turn And weary wits disorder and misplace I have already passed for like case Is in them both He that can well untie The knots that in those infinite worlds found place May easily answer each perplexity Of these worlds infinite matters endlesse durancie 66 The Cuspis and the Basis of the Cone Were both at once dispersed every where But the pure Basis that is God alone Else would remotest sights as big appear Unto our eyes as if we stood them near And if an Harper harped in the Moon His silver sound would touch our tickled ear Or if one hollowed from highest Heaven aboven In sweet still Evening-tide his voice would hither roame 67 This all would be if the Cuspe of the Cone Were very God Wherefore I rightly 't deem Onely a Creaturall projection Which flowing yet from God hath ever been Fill'd the vast empty space with its large streem But yet it is not totall every where As was even now by reason rightly seen Wherefore not God whose nature doth appear Entirely omnipresent weigh'd with judgement clear 68 A reall infinite matter distinct And yet proceeding from the Deitie Although with different form as then untinct Has ever been from all Eternity Now what delay can we suppose to be Since matter alway was at hand prepar'd Before the filling of the boundlesse sky With framed Worlds for nought at all debar'd Nor was His strength ungrown nor was His strength empair'd 69 How long would God be forming of a fly Or the small wandring moats that play in th' sun Least moment well will serve none can deny His Fiat spoke and streight the thing is done And cannot He make all the World as soon For in each Atom of the matter wide The totall Deity doth entirely won His infinite presence doth therein reside And in this presence infinite powers do ever abide 70 VVherefore at once from all eternity The infinite number of these VVorlds He made And will conserve to all infinitie And still drive on their ever moving trade And steddy hold what ever must be staid Ne must one mite be minish'd of the summe Ne must the smallest atom ever fade But still remain though it may change its room This truth abideth strong from everlasting doom 71 Ne fear I what hard sequel after-wit Will draw upon me that the number 's one Of years moneths dayes houres and of minutes fleet Which from eternitie have still run on I plainly did confesse awhile agone That be it what it will that 's infinite More infinites will follow thereupon But that all infinites do justly fit And equall be my reason did not yet admit 72 But as my emboldened mind I know not how In empty Space and pregnant Deitie Endlesse infinitude dares to allow Though it begets the like perplexitie So now my soul drunk with Diuinitie And born away above her usuall bounds With confidence concludes infinitie Of Time of Worlds of firie flaming Rounds Which sight in sober mood my spirits quite confounds 73 And now I do awhile but interspire A torrent of objections ' gainst me beat My boldnesse to represse and strength to tire But I will wipe them off like summer sweat And make their streams streight back again retreat If that these worlds say they were ever made From infinite time how comes't to passe that yet Art is not perfected nor metalls fade Nor mines of grimie coal low-hid in griefly shade 74 But the remembrance of the ancient Floud With ease will wash such arguments away Wherefore with greater might I am withstood The strongest stroke wherewith they can assay To vanquish me is this The Date or Day Of the created World which all admit Nor may my modest Muse this truth gainsay In holy Oracles so plainly writ Wherefore the Worlds continuance is not infinite 75 Now lend me Origen a little wit This sturdy stroke right fairly to avoid Lest that my rasher rhymes while they ill fit With Moses pen men justly may deride And well accuse of ignorance or pride But thou O holy Sage with piercing sight Who readst those sacred rolls and hast well tride With searching eye thereto what fitteth right Thy self of former Worlds right learnedly dost write 76 To weet that long ago there Earths have been Peopled with men and beasts before this Earth And after this shall others be again And other beasts and other humane birth Which once admit no strength that reason bear'th Of this worlds Date and Adams efformation Another Adam once received breath And still another in endlesse repedation And this must perish once by finall conflagration 77 Witnesse ye Heavens if what I say's not true Ye flaming Comets wandering on high And new fixt starres found in that Circle blue The one espide in glittering Cassiopie The other near to Ophiuchus thigh Both bigger then the biggest starres that are And yet as farre remov'd from mortall eye As are the furthest so those Arts declare Unto whose reaching sight Heavens mysteries lie bare 78 Wherefore these new-seen lights were greater once By many thousand times then this our sphear Wherein we live 'twixt good and evil chance Which to my musing mind doth strange appear If those large bodies then first shaped were For should so goodly things so soon decay Neither did last the full space of two year Wherefore I cannot deem that their first day Of being when to us they sent out shining ray 79 But that they were created both of old And each in his due time did fair display Themselves in radiant locks more bright then gold Or silver sheen purg'd from all drossie clay But how they could themselves in this array Expose to humane sight who did before Lie hid is that which well amazen may The wisest man and puzzle evermore Yet my unwearied thoughts this search could not give o're 80 Which when I 'd exercis'd in long pursuit To finden out what might the best agree With wary reason at last I did conclude That there 's no better probability Can be produc'd of that strange prodigie But that some mighty Planet that doth run About some
That they a tree with different colour stain And divers shapes smoothnesse asperity Straightnesse acutenesse and rotundity A golden yellow or a crimson red A varnish'd green with such like gallantry How dull then is the sensitive how dead If forms from its own centre it can never spread 36 Again an Universall notion What object ever did that form impresse Upon the soul What makes us venture on So rash a matter as ere to confesse Ought generally true when neverthelesse We cannot e're runne through all singulars Wherefore in our own souls we do possesse Free forms and immateriall characters Hence 't is the soul so boldly generall truth declares 37 What man that is not dull or mad would doubt Whether that truth for which Pythagoras When he by subtile study found it out Unto the Muses for their helping grace An Hecatomb did sacrifice may passe In all such figures wheresoever they be Yet all Rectangle Triangles none has Viewed as yet none all shall ever see Wherefore this free assent is from th' innate Ides 38 Adde unto these incorporeity Apprehended by the soul when sense nere saw Ought incorporeall Wherefore must she From her own self such subtile Idols draw Again this truth more clearly still to know Let 's turn again to our Geometry What body ever yet could figure show Perfectly perfect as rotundity Exactly round or blamelesse angularity 39 Yet doth the soul of such like forms discourse And finden fault at this deficiency And rightly term this better and that worse Wherefore the measure is our own Idee Which th' humane soul in her own self doth see And sooth to sayen when ever she doth strive To find pure truth her own profundity She enters in her self doth deeply dive From thence attempts each essence rightly to descrive 40 Last argument which yet is not the least Wise Socrates dispute with Theaetete Concerning learning fitly doth suggest A midwifes sonne ycleeped Phenarete He calls himself Then makes a quaint conceit That he his mothers trade did exercise All witlesse his own self yet well did weet By his fit questions to make others wise A midwife that no'te bear anothers birth unties 41 Thus jestingly he flung out what was true That humane souls be swoln with pregnancy Of hidden knowledge if with usage due They were well handled they each verity Would bringen forth from their fecunditie Wise framed questions would facilitate This precious birth stirre up th' inward Idee And make it streme with light from forms innate Thus may a skilfull man hid truth elicitate 42 What doth the teacher in his action But put slight hints into his scholars mind Which breed a solemn contemplation Whether such things be so but he doth find The truth himself But if truth be not sign'd In his own Soul before and the right measure Of things propos'd in vain the youth doth wind Into himself and all that anxious leasure In answering proves uselesse without that hid treasure 43 Nor is his masters knowledge from him flit Into his scholars head for so his brain In time would be exhaust and void of wit So would the sory man but little gain Though richly paid Nor is' t more safe to sam As fire breeds fire art art doth generate The soul with Corporeity't would stain Such qualities outwardly operate The soul within her acts there closely circulate 44 Wherefore the soul it self by her Idee Which is her self doth every thing discover By her own Centrall Omniformity Brings forth in her own self when ought doth move her Till mov'd a dark indifferency doth hover But fierce desire and a strong piercing will Makes her those hidden characters uncover Wherefore when death this lower life shall spill Or fear or love the soul with actuall forms shall fill The Argument of ANTIPSYCHOPANNYCHIA OR The Confutation of the Sleep of the Soul Cant. 3. Departed souls by living Night Suckt in for pinching wo No'te sleep or if with God unite For joyes with which they flow 1 MY hardest task is gone which was to prove That when the soul dy death 's cut off from all Yet she within her self might live and move Be her own world by life imaginall But sooth to sain 't seems not so naturall For though a starre part of the Mundane spright Shine out with rayes circumferentiall So long as with this world it is unite Yet what 't would do cut off so well we cannot weet 2 But sith our soul with God himself may meet Inacted by His life I cannot see What scruple then remains that moven might Least doubt but that she wakes with open eye When Fate her from this body doth untie Wherefore her choisest forms do then arise Rowz'd up by union and large sympathy With Gods own spright she plainly then descries Such plenitude of life as she could nere devise 3 If God even on this body operate And shakes this Temple when he doth descend Or with sweet vigour doth irradiate And lovely light and heavenly beauty lend Such rayes from Moses face did once extend Themselves on Sinai hill where he did get Those laws from Gods own mouth mans life to mend And from Messias on mount Saron set Farre greater beauty shone in his disciples sight 4 Al 's Socrates when his large Intellect Being fill'd with streaming light from God above To that fair sight his soul did close collect That inward lustre though the body drove Bright beams of beauty These examples prove That our low being the great Deity Invades and powerfully doth change and move Which if you grant the souls divinity More fitly doth receive so high a Majesty 5 And that God doth illuminate the mind Is well approv'd by all antiquity With them Philosophers and Priests we find All one or else at least Philosophy Link'd with Gods worship and pure piety Witnesse Pythagoras Aglaophemus Zoroaster thrice-mighty Mercury Wise Socrates nothing injurious Religious Plato and vice-taming Orpheus 6 All these addicted to religion Acknowledg'd God the fount of verity From whence flows out illumination Upon purg'd souls But now O misery To seek to God is held a phantasie But men hug close their loved lust and vice And deem that thraldome a sweet liberty Wherefore reproch and shame they do devise Against the braver souls that better things emprise 7 But lo a proof more strong and manifest Few men but will confesse that prophesie Proceeds from God when as our soul 's possest By his All-seeing spright al 's ecstasie Wherein the soul snatch'd by the Deity And for a time into high heaven hent Doth contemplate that blest Divinity So Paul and John that into Patmos went Heard and saw things inestimably excellent 8 Such things as these men joyntly do confesse To spring from Gods own spirit immediately But if that God ought on the soul impresse Before it be at perfect liberty Quite rent from this base body when that she Is utterly releast she 'll be more fit To be inform'd by that
spittle tumbling with their tongue On their raw lether lips these near will to her clung 44 And lovingly salute against her will Closely embrace and make her mad with wo She 'd lever thousand times they did her kill Then force her such vile basenesse undergo Anon some Giant his huge self will show Gaping with mouth as vast as any Cave With stony staring eyes and footing slow She surely deems him her live-walking grave From that dern hollow pit knows not her self to save 45 After a while tost on the Ocean main A boundlesse sea she finds of misery The fiery snorts of the Leviathan That makes the boyling waves before him flie She hears she sees his blazing morn-bright eye If here she scape deep gulfs and threatning rocks Her frighted self do straightway terrifie Steel-coloured clouds with rattling thunder knocks With these she is amaz'd and thousand such like mocks 46 All which afflict her even like perfect sense For waxen mad with her sore searching pain She cannot easly find the difference But toils and tears and tugs but all in vain Her self from her own self she cannot strain Nocturnall life hath now let ope th' Idee Of innate darknesse from this fulsome vein The soul is fill'd with all deformity But Night doth stirre her up to this dread energie 47 But here some man more curious then wise Perhaps will ask where Night or Hell may be For he by his own self cannot devise Sith chearfull light doth fill the open sky And what 's the earth to the souls subtilty Such men I 'd carry to some standing pool Down to the water bid them bend their eye They then shall see the earth possest and full Of heaven dight with the sunne or starrs that there do roll 48 Or to an hill where 's some deep hollow Cave Dreadfull for darknesse let them take a glasse When to the pitchy hole they turned have Their instrument that darknesse will find place Even in the open sunne-beams at a space Which measures twice the glasses distancy From the Caves mouth This well discovered has How Hell and Heaven may both together lie Sith darknesse safely raies even in the sunny skie 49 But further yet the mind to satisfie That various apprehensions bearen down And to hold up with like variety Of well fram'd phantasms lest she sink and drown Laden with heavie thoughts sprong from the ground And miry clods of this accursed earth Whose dull suffusions make her often sown Orecome with cold till nimble Reason bear'th Unto her timely aid and on her feet her rear'th 50 I will adjoyn to those three former wayes To weet of the Souls self-activity Of Union with Hell and Gods high rayes A fourth contrivement which all souls doth ty To their wing'd Chariots wherein swift they fly The fiery and airy Vehicles they hight In Plato's school known universally But so large matter can not well be writ In a few lines for a fresh Canticle more fit The Preface to the Reader ALthough the opinion of the Praeexistency of the Soul be made so probable and passable in the Canto it self that none can sleight and contemn it that do not ordinarily approve themselves men by Derision more then by Reason yet so heavie prejudice lying upon us both from Naturall diffidence in so high Points and from our common Education I thought it fit for seeuring my self from suspicion of overmuch lightnesse to premize thus much That that which I have taken the pains and boldnesse to present to the free judgement of others hath been already judged of old very sound and orthodox by the wisest and most learned of preceding Ages Which R. Menasseh Ben-Israel doth abundantly attest in his 15. Problem De Creatione Avouching that it is the common Opinion of all the Hebrews and that it was never called into controversie but approved of by the common consent and suffrage of all wise men And himself doth by severall places out of the Old Testament as pat for his purpose I think as any can be brought against it endeavour to make it good but might I confesse have been more fitly furnished could his Religion have reached into the New For Philip. 2. v. 6 7 8. John 9. v. 1 2 3. John 17. v. 45. Mark 8. v. 27 28. all those places do seem so naturally to favour this Probability that if it had pleas'd the Church to have concluded it for a standing Truth He that would not have been fully convinc'd upon the evidence of these passages of Scripture would undoubtedly have been held a man of a very timorous Scepticall constitution if not something worse Nor is the feeblenesse and miserable ineptnesse of Infancy any greater damp to the belief of this Preexistency then the dotage and debility of old Age to the hope of the Souls future subsistency after death Nor if we would fetch an argument from Theologie is Gods Justice and the divine Nemesis lesse set out by supposing that the Souls of men thorough their own revolting from God before they came into the body have thus in severall measures engaged themselves in the sad dangerous and almost fatall entanglements of this Corporeall World then it is by conceiving that they must needs survive the Body that the judgement of the Almighty may passe upon them for what they have committed in the flesh Nor lastly is it harder to phansie how these Praeexistent Souls insinuate into seed Embryos or Infants then how Created ones are insinuated nor yet so hard to determine of their condition if they depart in Infancy as of the condition of these But mistake me not Reader I do not contend in thus arguing that this opinion of the Praeexistency of the Soul is true but that it is not such a self-condemned Falsity but that I might without justly incurring the censure of any Vainnesse or Levity deem it worthy the canvase and discussion of sober and considerate men Yours H.M. The Praeexistency of the SOUL The Argument Of the Souls Praeexistency Her Orb of Fire and Aire Of Ghosts of Goblins of Sorcery This Canto doth declare 1 RIse then Aristo's son assist my Muse Let that hie spright which did inrich thy brains With choice cōceits some worthy thoughts infuse Worthy thy title and the Readers pains And thou O Lycian Sage whose pen contains Treasures of heavenly light with gentle fire Give leave a while to warm me at thy flames That I may also kindle sweet desire In holy minds that unto highest things aspire 2 For I would sing the Praeexistency Of humane souls and live once ore again By recollection and quick memory All what is past since first we all began But all too shallow be my wits to scan So deep a point and mind too dull to clear So dark a matter but Thou O more then man Aread thou sacred Soul of Plotin deare Tell what we mortalls are tell what of old we were 3 A spark or ray of the Divinity Clouded in earthy
So full of one great light she hath no time To such low trifles as past sights to dive Such as she gathered up in earthly slime Foreknowledge of herself is lost in light divine 35 But can she here forget our radiant Sunne Of which its maker is the bright Idee This is His shadow or what she hath done Now she 's rewarded with the Deitie Suppose it Yet her hid Centralitie So sprightly's quickned with near Union With God that now life 's wished liberty Is so encreas'd that infinitely sh ' has fun Herself her deep'st desire unspeakably hath wonne 36 And deep desire is the deepest act The most profound and centrall energie The very selfnesse of the soul which backt With piercing might she breaks out forth doth flie From dark contracting death and doth descry Herself unto herself so thus unfold That actuall life she straightwayes saith is I. Thus while she in the body was infold Of this low life as of herself oft tales she told 37 In dangerous sicknesse often saith I die When nought doth die but the low plantall man That falls asleep and while Nature doth tie The soul unto the body she nere can Avoid it but must feel the self-same pain The same decay if hereto she her mind Do bend When stupid cold her corse oreran She felt that cold but when death quite doth bind The sense then she herself doth dead and senselesse find 38 Or else at least just at the entrance Of death she feels that slie privation How now it spreads ore all so living sense Perceives how sleep creeps on till quite o'recome With drousinesse animadversion Doth cease but lower sense then fast ybound The soul bestoweth her adversion On something else So oft strange things hath found In sleep from this dull carcase while she was unbound 39 So though the soul the time she doth advert The bodies passions takes her self to die Yet death now finish'd she can well convert Herself to other thoughts And if the eye Of her adversion were fast fixt on high In midst of death 't were no more fear or pain Then 't was unto Elias to let flie His uselesse mantle to that Hebrew Swain While he rode up to heaven in a bright fiery wain 40 Thus have I stoutly rescued the soul From centrall death or pure mortalitie And from the listlesse flouds of Lethe dull And from the swallow of drad Unitie And from an all-consuming Deitie What now remains but since we are so sure Of endlesse life that to true pietie We bend our minds and make our conscience pure Lest living Night in bitter darknesse us immure FINIS THE ORACLE OR A Paraphrasticall Interpretation of the answer of Apollo when he was consulted by Amelius whither Plotinus soul went when he departed this life I Tune my strings to sing some sacred verse Of my dear friend in an immortall strain His mighty praise I loudly will rehearse With hony-dewed words some golden vein The strucken chords right sweetly shall resound Come blessed Muses let 's with one joynt noise With strong impulse and full harmonious sound Speak out his excellent worth Advance your voice As once you did for great Aeacides Rapt with an heavenly rage in decent dance Mov'd at the measures of Meonides Go to you holy Quire let 's all at once Begin and to the end hold up the song Into one heavenly harmony conspire I Phoebus with my lovely locks ymong The midst of you shall sit and life inspire Divine Plotinus yet now more divine Then when thy noble soul so stoutly strove In that dark prison where strong chains confine Keep down the active mind it cannot move To what it loveth most Those fleshly bands Thou now hast loos'd broke from Necessitie From bodies storms and frothie working sands Of this low restlesse life now setten free Thy feet do safely stand upon a shore Which foaming waves beat not in swelling rage Nor angry seas do threat with fell uprore Well hast thou swommen out and left that stage Of wicked Actours that tumultuous rout Of ignorant men Now thy pure steps thou stay'st In that high path where Gods light shines about And perfect Right its beauteous beams displayes How oft when bitter wave of troubled flesh And whirl-pool-turnings of the lower spright Thou stoutly strov'st with Heaven did thee refresh Held out a mark to guide thy wandring flight While thou in tumbling seas didst strongly toyl To reach the steddie Land struckst with thy arms The deasing surges that with rage do boyl Stear'd by that signe thou shunn'st those common harms How oft when rasher cast of thy souls eye Had thee misguided into crooked wayes Wast thou directed by the Deitie They held out to thee their bright lamping rayes Dispers'd the mistie darknesse safely set Thy feeble feet in the right path again Nor easie sleep so closely ere beset Thy eyelids nor did dimnesse ere so stain Thy radiant sight but thou such things didst see Even in that tumult that few can arrive Of all are named from Philosophie To that high pitch or to such secrets dive But sith this body thy pure soul divine Hath left quite risen from her rotten grave Thou now among those heavenly wights dostâ—shine Whose wonne this glorious lustre doth embrave There lovely Friendship mild-smiling Cupid's there With lively looks and amorous suavitie Full of pure pleasure and fresh flowring chear Ambrosian streams sprung from the Deitie Do frankly flow and soft love-kindling winds Do strike with a delicious sympathie Those tender spirits and fill up their minds With satisfying joy The puritie Of holy fire their heart doth then invade And sweet Perswasion meek Tranquillitie The gentle-breathing Air the Heavens nought sad Do maken up this great felicitie Here Rhadamanthus and just Aeacus Here Minos wonnes with those that liv'd of yore I' th' golden age here Plato vigorous In holy virtue and fair Pythagore These been the goodly Off-spring of Great Jove And liven here and who so fill'd the Quire And sweet assembly of immortall Love Purging their spirits with refining fire These with the happy Angels live in blisse Full fraught with joy and lasting pure delight In friendly feasts and life-outfetching kisse But ah dear Plotin what smart did thy sprite Indure before thou reach'st this high degree Of happinesse what agonies what pains Thou underwent'st to set thy soul so free From baser life She now in heaven remains Mongst the pure Angels O thrice-happy wight That now art got into the Land of Life Fast plac'd in view of that Eternall Light And sitt'st secure from the foul bodies strife But now you comely virgins make an end Break off this musick and deft seemly Round Leave off your dance For Plotin my dear friend Thus much I meant my golden harp should sound AN ADDITION of some few smaller POEMS BY HENRY MORE Master of Arts and Fellow of CHRISTS COLLEDGE in CAMBRIDGE CAMBRIDGE Printed by Roger Daniel Printer to the Universitie 1647. 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speak true Had I once lanc'd thy froward flinty heart And cruddled bloud had thawn with living fire And prickt thy drousie sprite with gentle smart How wouldst thou wake to kindle sweet desire Thy soul fill'd up with overflowing pleasures Would dew thy lips with honey dtopping measures Then would thou caroll loud and sweetly sing In honour of my sacred Deity That all the woods and hollow hills would ring Reechoning thy heavenly harmony And eke the hardy rocks withfull rebounds Would faithfully return thy silver sounds Next unto me would be thy Mistresse fair Whom thou might setten out with goodly skill Her peerlesse beauty and her virtues rare That all would wonder at thy gracefull quill And lastly in us both thy self shouldst raise And crown thy temples with immortall bayes But now thy riddles all men do neglect Thy rugged lines of all do ly forlorn Unwelcome rhymes that rudely do detect The Readers ignorance Men holden scorn To be so often non-plus'd or to spell And on one stanza a whole age to dwell Besides this harsh and hard obscurity Of the hid sense thy words are barbarous And strangely new and yet too frequently Return as usuall plain and obvious So that the show of the new thick-set patch Marres all the old with which it ill doth match But if thy haughty mind forsooth would deign To stoop so low as t' hearken to my lore Then wouldst thou with trim lovers not disdeign To adorn th' outside set the best before Nor rub nor wrinkle would thy verses spoil Thy rhymes should run as glib and smooth as oyl If that be all said I thy reasons slight Can never move my well establish'd mind Full well I wote alwayes the present sprite Or life that doth possesse the soul doth blind Shutting the windows ' gainst broad open day Lest fairer sights its uglinesse bewray The soul then loves that disposition best Because no better comes unto her view The drunkard drunkennesse the sluggard rest Th' Ambitious honour and obeysance due So all the rest do love their vices base ' Cause virtues beauty comes not into place And looser love ' gainst Chastity divine Would shut the door that he might sit alone Then wholly should my mind to him incline And woxen strait since larger love was gone That paultry spirit of low contracting lust VVould fit my soul as if 't were made for 't just Then should I with my fellow bird or brute So strangely metamorphiz'd either ney Or bellow loud or if 't may better sute Chirp out my joy pearch'd upon higher spray My passions fond with impudence rehearse Immortalize my madnesse in a verse This is the summe of thy deceiving boast That I vain ludenesse highly should admire When I the sense of better things have lost And chang'd my heavenly heat for hellish fire Passion is blind but virtues piercing eye Approching danger can from farre espie And what thou dost Pedantickly object Concerning my rude rugged uncouth style As childish toy I manfully neglect And at thy hidden snares do inly smile How ill alas with wisdome it accords To sell my living sense for livelesse words My thought 's the fittest measure of my tongue Wherefore I 'll use what 's most significant And rather then my inward meaning wrong Or my full-shining notion trimly skant I 'll conjure up old words out of their grave Or call fresh forrein force in if need crave And these attending on my moving mind Shall duly usher in the fitting sense As oft as meet occasion I find Unusuall words oft used give lesse offence Nor will the old contexture dim or marre For often us'd they 're next to old thred-bare And if the old seem in too rusty hew Then frequent rubbing makes them shine like gold And glister all with colour gayly new Wherefore to use them both we will be bold Thus lists me fondly with fond folk to toy And answer fools with equall foolery The meaner mind works with more nicetie As Spiders wont to weave their idle web But braver spirits do all things gallantly Of lesser failings nought at all affred So Natures carelesse pencill dipt in light With sprinkled starres hath spattered the Night And if my notions clear though rudely thrown And loosely scattered in my poesie May lend men light till the dead Night be gone And Morning fresh with roses strew the sky It is enough I meant no trimmer frame Nor by nice needle-work to seek a name Vain man that seekest name ' mongst earthly men Devoid of God and all good virtuous lere Who groping in the dark do nothing ken But mad with griping care their souls do tear Or Burst with hatred or with envie pine Or burn with rage or melt out at their eyne Thrice happy he whose name is writ above And doeth good though gaining infamy Requiteth evil turns with hearty love And recks not what befalls him outwardly Whose worth is in himself and onely blisse In his pure conscience that doth nought amisse Who placeth pleasure in his purged soul And virtuous life his treasure doth esteem Who can his passions master and controll And that true lordly manlinesse doth deem Who from this world himself hath clearly quit Counts nought his own but what lives in his sprite So when his spright from this vain world shall flit It bears all with it whatsoever was dear Unto it self passing in easie fit As kindly ripen'd corn comes out of th' ear Thus mindlesse of what idle men will say He takes his own and stilly goes his way But the Retinue of proud Lucifer Those blustering Poets that fly after fame And deck themselves like the bright Morning-starre Alas it is but all a crakling flame For death will strip them of that glorious plume That airie blisse will vanish into fume For can their carefull ghosts from Limbo Lake Return or listen from the bowed skie To heare how well their learned lines do take Or if they could is Heavens felicitie So small as by mans praise to be encreas'd Hells pain no greater then hence to be eas'd Therefore once dead in vain shall I transmit My shadow to gâ—zing Posterity Cast farre behind me I shall never see 't On Heavens fair Sunne having fast fixt mine eye Nor while I live heed I what man doth praise Or underprize mine unaffected layes What moves thee then said he to take the pains And spenden time if thou contemn'st the fruit Sweet fruit of fame that fills the Poets brains With high conceit and feeds his fainting wit How pleasant 't is in honour here to live And dead thy name for ever to survive Or is thy abject mind so basely bent As of thy Muse to maken Merchandize And well I wote this is no strange intent The hopefull glimps of gold from chattering Pies From Daws and Crows and Parots oft hath wrung An unexpected Pegaseian song Foul shame on him quoth I that shamefull thought Doth entertain within his dunghill breast Both God and Nature hath my
dangers drad Make me distraught Surpriz'd with fear my senses all I find In hell I dwell Opprest with horrour pain and sorrow sad My former Resolutions all are fled Slip't over my tongue My Faith my Hope and Joy are dead Assist my heart Rather then my song My God! my Saviour when I 'm ill bested Stand by And I Shall bear with courage undeserved smart Aphroditus Synes hymn 2. 3. Macrob. Saturnal lib. 3. cap. 8. SUmme Pater rerum fixa inconcussáque sedes Omnia qui fulcis mundo non fictus Adonis Fundamen coelorum immobile Sustentamen Telluris magnûmque quies secura Deorum Omniparens Amor In dias tu luminis oras Omnia producis vastus quae continet orbis Innumera tu prole tua terrasque feraces Aerá que immensum comples camposque natantes Saeclorum Pater es Mater pia sedula Nutrix Te circum quoniam ludunt humana propago Quos nisi tu sistis nutricis more patenti In gremio circumjectis tutare lacertis Protinus heu pereunt priscas repetendo tenebras Submersosque suo claudit Styx lurida fundo Lurida Styx summi quam oderunt tangere Olympi Incolae inextinctum spirantes semper amorem Hujus enim horrendas nemo quisquam petet umbras Fluminis accensus lucenti pectora ab igni Nos tamen intereà charis dum amplecteris ulnis Materno sistisque genu te cernere contrà Vix cupimus blandosve tuos advertere vultus Sed veluti lactens infantulus ubera matris Quaeritat cunctas complet vagitibus aedeis Ni sedet mollem sibi nudam veste mamillam Exhibet Haec igitur properat saevumque tyrannum Demulcet dictis atque oscula dulcia figit Ille autem non dicta moratur nec pia matris Oscula non hilares oculos vultumque serenum Attendit pulchros neque amantum rete capillos Nulla mora est quò caeca fames vocat instat in uber Involat niveum sitienti fauce liquorem Haurit alterno jactans sua cruscula motu Maternum refricat gremium dulcedine sensûs Exultans tenerum succo feriente palatum Sic nos magna Parens quorum provectior aetas Sic tua sic avidis premimus sacra ubera labris Sed formam vultumve tuum quis conspicit Omneis Caecus amor quò tractat expectata voluptas Auferimur plenoque unà devolvimur alveo Verùm ego si possim neque enim deprendere possum Divinam speciem nimio tua pignora lusu Namque soles lassare gratam avertere formam At cùm conatu longo defessus ocellos Adduco facilis vineit mea tempora somnus Tu tamen intereà vigilas membra sopore Dulci extensa vides amico lumine mulces Haec Venus alma animus nebulas noctemque malignam Somniat obfusus neque enim poti ' cernere quicquam est Sed furit caeco rerum perculsus amore Evomit insanum turbato pectore carmen Out of the Anthologie a Distick 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In English thus WHen the strong Fates with Gigantean force Bear thee in iron arms without remorse Bear and be born But if with pievish struggle Thou writhe and wrest thy corse thou dost but double Thy present pain and spend thy restlesse spright Nor thou more heavie art nor they more light Or thus If Chance thee change be chang'd and change thou it To better by thy well complying wit If thou repine thou dost but pain and grieve Thy self and Chance will change thee without leeve RIght well I wot my rhymes seem rudely drest In the nice judgement of thy shallow mind That mark'st expressions more then what 's exprest Busily billing the rough outward rinde But reaching not the pith Such surface skill's Unmeet to measure the profounder quill Yea I alas my self too often feel Thy indispos'dnesse when my weakened soul Unstedfast into this Outworld doth reel And lyes immerse in my low vitall mold For then my mind from th' inward spright estrang'd My Muse into an uncouth hew hath chang'd A rude confused heap of ashes dead My verses seem when that caelestiall flame That sacred spirit of life 's extinguished In my cold brest Then gin I rashly blame My rugged lines This word is obsolete That boldly coynd a third too oft doth beat Mine humourous ears Thus fondly curious Is the faint Reader that doth want that fire And inward vigour heavenly furious That made my enrag'd spirit in strong desire Break through such tender cob-web niceties That oft intangle these blind buzzing flies Possest with living sense I inly rave Carelesse how outward words do from me flow So be the image of my mind they have Truly exprest and do my visage show As doth each river deckt with Phebus beams Fairly reflect the viewer of his streams Who can discern the Moons asperity From of this earth or could this earths discover If from the earth he raised were on high Among the starrs and in the sky did hover The Hills and Valleyes would together flow And the rough Earth one smooth-fac'd Round would show Nor can the lofty soul snatch'd into Heven Busied above in th' Intellectuall world At such a distance see my lines uneven At such a distance was my spirit hurld And to my trembling quill thence did endite What he from thence must reade who would read right Fair Fields and rich Enclosures shady Woods Large populous Towns with strong and stately Towers Long crawling Rivers far distended Flouds What ever 's great its shape these eyes of ours And due proportions from high distance see The best And Paro such my Rhyme's to thee Thy groveling mind and moping poreblind eye That to move up unmeet this to see farre The worth or weaknesse never can descry Of my large winged Muse But not to spare Till thou canst well disprove proves well enough Thou art rash and rude how ere my rhymes are rough Necessitas Triumphata Seu Humanam voluntatem ad unum necessariò non determinari O Dea quae clavum manibus cuneúmque superbis Gestas stricta liquidi compagine plumbi Cuncta premis duramque soles imponere legem Usque adeone tuo indulges saevissima rerum Imperio astringas trist◠tibi ut omnia nodo Terra tua est quos sub verno tempore flores Proruit quicquid tenebrosa in viscera condit Amnes quò tu cunque vocas salsaeque lacunae Pergunt lati palantia sydera mundi Aer sub ditione tua est nimbique ruentes Quaeque boant rauco metuenda tonitrua caelo Et nimis angustum si forte haec omnia regnum Infernas moderare umbras sedesque silentûm Horrificosque suis ructantem è faucibus aestus Tartaron His addas brutum genus omne animantûm Innumeras pecorum species atque Altivolantûm Mancipium Natura tuum est sen tristior illa Quam Nox ima premit caeca in caligine sive Quam matutinis radiis
Nor yet fall short though close together bound At a farre distance from this sphear was pight More then the journey of ten thousand year An hundred times told over that swiftest flight Of bird should mete that distance did appear There was there pight a massie Orb of light Aequall with this dark Orb in bignesse right Half therefore just of this dark Orb was dight With goodly glistre and fair golden rayes And ever half was hid in horrid Night A duskish Cylindre through infinite space It did project which still unmoved staid Strange sight it was to see so endlesse shade Th' Diametre of that Nocturnall Roll Was the right Axis of this opake sphear On which eternally it round did roll In Aequinoctiall posture 't did appear So as when Libra weighs out in just weight An equall share to men of Day and Night Thus turning round by turns all came in view What ever did that massie Ball adorn Hills Valleys Woods themselves did plainly shew Towns Towers and holy Spires to Heaven born Long winding Rivers and broad foaming Seas Fair Chrystall springs fierce scorching thirst t' appease And all bespread were the huge Mountains green With Fleecy flocks and eke with hairy goats Great fields of Corn and Knee-deep grasse were seen Swine Oxen Horses Carriages Sheep-cotes What ere the Countrey or the walled town Can show with us the like things there were shown And look what ever that Half-sphear of light Did bear upon it the Ball turning round The same into the Hemisphear of Night Were carried And look what things were found In that dark Hemisphear were brought anon To th' Hemisphear the light did shine upon For sooth to say they both make up one Ball. The self same parts now dipt in deepest Night Anon recovered from their former fall Do shine all glorious deckt with gladsome light And oft PANGAION as it turn'd I red In mighty characters decyphered Th' Inhabitants of this big swollen sphear Were of two kinds well answering unto The diverse nature of each Hemisphear One foul deform'd and ghastly sad in show The other fair and full of lively mirth These two possest this Universall Earth They both had wings The foul much like a Bat Or forged Fiend and of a pitchy hew And ovall eyes like to a blinking Cat. The fair had silver wings all-glistering new With golden feathers set shap'd like a Doves Or lovely Swans that in Meander moves In other parts most like to spotlesse man Made out in comely due proportion Both with their wings uncessantly did fan The agil air but never light upon The moving Orb but in suspense they hovered Therefore Light these eternall Night those covered For though the Globe doth move it moves them not Passing as water underneath a brig Yet what thus passeth by they deem their lot Both of their deemed lots together lig To wit that Sphear with all its ornaments Nor yet that sphear them both alike contents For they on the dim side with fell uprore Do hideously houl and Nature blame For her ill works Enrag'd with fury sore Oft God himself they curse blaspheme his Name And all his creatures as they passen by In goodly pomp they view with scornfull eye Instead of hymnes they bold invectives make Against the Maker of that Universe My quivering quill and palfied hand do quake Now I recall to mind the wicked verse Which those bad men had fram'd in fell despight And foul detraction to the God of light And while with hollow howlings they did chaunt That hellish Ode Ravens more black then pitch And fatall Owles Dragons and what so wont To do or token mischeif every such Came flying round about t' encrease the sound Such sound as would with madnesse man confound When they had made an end of this ill ditty As execrable thing they would for sake This work of God and out of dear self-pitty Fly from the creatures and themselves betake To higher region but their labout's vain Fly never so high Night doth them still contain For the projection of that endlesse Roll Cast to unmeasured infinity Wearies to death their ill-deceived soul For nought but darknesse and obscurity They finden out by their high tedious flight But now I 'd turn'd me to the land of Light There might I see with lovely pleasant look And mild aspect the people all things view In terpreting right what ever seemed crook Crooked for crook'd is right and evil hew For evil shaped mind that fear may breed Good oft doth spring from evil-seeming seed Viewing the works of God they ever smil'd As seeing some resemblance of that face That they so dearly lov'd that undefil'd And spotlesse beauty that sweet awfull Grace Where Love and Majesty do alway sit And with eternall joy the viewer greet Ravisht with heavenly mirth and pure delight They sing a sacred song with chearfull voice It kindles holy pleasure within my spright As oft I think on that Angelick noise The living Spring of blisse they loudly praise Blesse all His creatures in their pious layes And while the creatures goodnesse they descry From their fair glimps they move themselves up higher Not through contempt or hate they from them fly Nor leave by flying but while they aspire To reach their fountain them with sight more clear They see As newly varnish'd all appear This is the mystery of that mighty Ball With different sides That side where grisly Night Doth sit bold men Melampronaea call The other side Lampropronaea hight Logos that Orb of light but Foolishnesse To speak plane English the Roll doth expresse These words I read or heard I know not whether Or thought or thought I thought It was a dream But yet from dreams wise men sound truth may gather And some ripe scatterings of high knowledge glean But where or heavy passions cloud the eyes Or prejudice there 's nothing can make wise QUae vis nunc agitat meas medullas Et cor molliculo ferire motu Ceptat percutiunt novi furores Mentem concipio novos amores Ah! nunc me fluidos abire in igneis Totum sentio Flamma mollis artue Dulcis vivida permeavit omneis Jucundúmque ciet calore sensum Toto corpore spiritúque toto Bellam hic laude suam efferat Fabullam Formosam ille suam canat Corinnam Me leni Monocardia urit igni Et sacrum instituit suum poetam Pulchra O Simplicitas beata virgo Tu vincis radios nitore Phoebes Tu stellas superas decore cunctas Nam quis pectora quis sinus apertos CandorÃsve tui potest tueri Thesauros niveos eburneósve Quin Luna imbrifera tepentis Austri Nube obscurior atque sydus omne Sit nigrum magis ac imago noctis Et Hyles tenebris nives ebúrque Quod si orbes hilares amabilésque Lucentésque tuor faces amorum Blandas illecebras ruit statim Sol Et lati species perit Diei Submersa in tenebris Meridianis O princeps Charitum Dea O
my writings I answer That it is sometime fit for Poeticall pomp sake as in my Psychozoia Othersome time necessitie requires it Propter egestatem linguae rerum novitatem as Lucretius pleads for himself in like case Again there is that significancie in some of the barbarous words for the Greeks are Barbarians to us that although not out of superstition yet upon due reason I was easily drawn to follow the Counsel of the Chaldee Oracle 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Not to change those barbarous terms into into our english tongue Lastly if I have offended in using such hard names or words I shall make amends now by interpreting them A ABinoam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Pater amoenitatis Father of delight Acronychall See Cronychall Adamah 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Earth The earthly or naturall mans abode Adonai 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Lord or the sustainer of all things from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Basis or foot of a pillar Aelpon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not hoping or without hope Aeon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Eternity Aether 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to burn The fluid fiery nature of heaven the same that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which signifies as much viz. a fiery fluour or fluid fire Africk Rock See Pompon Mel. lib. 1. cap. 8. Rom. 9.33 1. Cor. 10.4 1. Pet. 2.5 Revel 5.10 Psal 105.15 Ahad 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 One or The One. The Platonists call the first Originall of all things 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for these reasons 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or One because the multitude or plurality of Beings is from this One as all numbers from an unite 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or The Good 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 because all things are driven drawn or make haste to partake of it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Procl Theo. log Plat. lib. 2. cap. 4. Aides 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 It ordinarily signifies Orcus or Pluto here the Winter Sunne the etymon fits both 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hell is dark and the Sunne in Winter leavs us to long nights Ain Not to be To be nothing from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Non nihil or nemo Alethea-land That is the land of truth 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as the Platonists call it Alopecopolis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The foxes city or politie Ananke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The same that Hyle is But the proper signification of the word is Necessity See Hyle Anautaesthetus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 One that feels not himself or at least relisheth not himself Anautaesthesie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Without self-sensednesse or relishing ones self Animadversall That lively inward animadversall It is the soul it self for I cannot conceive the body doth animadvert When as objects plainly exposed to the sight are not discovered till the soul takes notice of them Anthropion The same with Adamah Onely Adamah signifies earthlinesse Anthropion from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 uprightnesse of body or looking up Apathie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To be without passion Apogee 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is that absis or ark of the circle of a Planet in which the Planet is further off from the earth as the word it self intimates Apterie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 negative and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a wing It signifies the want of wings Arachnea hath its name from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a spider Atom-lives The same that Centrall-lives Both the terms denotate the indivisibilty of the inmost essence it self the pure essentiall form I mean of plant beast or man yea of angels themselves good or bad Atove See Hattove Autaparnes 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Simon Autaparnes Hypomone are but the soul thrice told over Autaparnes is the soul denying it self Hypomone the soul bearing the anguish of this deniall of it self From these two results Simon the soul obedient to the spirit of Christ Now there is no self-deniall where there is no corrupt or evill life to be supprest and satisfied nor any Patience or Hypomone where there is no agony from the vexation of self-deniall So that the soul as long as it is Autaparnes or Hypomone is a thing complex or concrete necessarily including the corruption of that evill life or spirit which is the souls self for a time Hence is that riddle easily opened How the strength of Autaparnes is the weakning of Simon and the destruction of him and Hypomone in the valley of Ain Simons consummation and perfection or rather his translation or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Autaestthesia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Self-sensednesse Autokineticall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That which moves it self Autopathia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Denotates the being self-strucken to be sensible of what harms us rather then what is absolutely evill Autophilus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 A lover of himself B BAcha Weeping Bacha Vale is the Valley of tears from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Flevit Beirah or Beiron The brutish life from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 brutum Body The ancient Philosophers have defined it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sext. Emperic Pyrrhon Hypotyp lib. 3. cap. 5. Near to this is that description Psychathan Cant. 2. Stanz 12. lib. 2. Matter extent in three dimensions But for that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 simple trinall distension doth not imply it wherefore I declin'd it But took in matter according to their conceit that phansie a Materia prima I acknowledge none and consequently no such corpus naturale as our Physiologist make the subject of that science That 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is nothing but a fixt spirit the conspissation or coagulation of the cuspidall particles of the Cone which are indeed the Centrall Tasis or inward effence of the sensible world These be an infinite number of vitall Atoms that may be wakened into divers tinctures or energies into Fiery Watery Earthy c. And one divine Fiat can unloose them all into an universall mist or turn them out of that sweat into a drie and pure Ethereall temper These be the last projections of life from the soul of the world and are act or form though debil and indifferent like that which they call the first matter But they are not merely passive but meet their information half way as I may so speak are radiant ab intimo and awake into this or the other operation by the powerfull appulse of some superadvenient form That which change of phantasmes is to the soul that is alteration of rayes to them For their rayes are ab intrinseco as the phantasmes of the soul These be the reall matter of which all supposed bodies are compounded and this matter as I said is form and life so that all is life and form what ever is in the world as I have somewhere intimated in Antipsychopan But how ever I use the