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Immanuel, or, The mistery of God, manifested in the flesh sung in the severall cantoes of Urania, Astræa, Melpomene / by Will. Wishartt ...
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Wishartt, William.
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in miseries For God who alwaies doth thy sinnes abhorre Takes no delight to chastise ever more And alwayes chide with man yet one sound blow Of Justice shall repay what he doth ow To mens forgot prevarication So righteous is his rod and indignation That when mens Cup of sinne doth over-top He fills his Cup of wrath and man drinks't up Here ends ASTRAEA OR The second week Gloria Patri Filio MELPOMENE On this last Scean we read a Tragick story How Judas did betray the Lord of Glory How in Gethseman's garden Christ swet blood How he was taken bya multitude How he was judged and condemn'd to die How he was rack'd and nail'd t' a cursed tree How from the grave he riseth up again And scales the heav'ns Melpom'ne maketh plain The Conspiracy CANTO 1o. WHEN Haniball at Canna did ov'rcome Terentiuâ— Varro Generall of Rome When Caesar in Pharselia did defeit Great Pompey fautor of the Marian state No bigger wax'd their fame and praise abroad Nor did at home their mut'nous envies load For seldome doth faire Rachel gaine the day But squint-ey'd Leah steal'th the night away So whil'st Christ Jesos in Judaea doth Display his divine and his humane truth By stilling of the Oceans untam'd stage By curbing of the Hyperborean rage By raising of the dead from deaths cold hands By losing men and women from hells bands By purging of his Fathers glorious Temple Whose Reformation makes his fame more ample But straight as did his fame mount to a top Right so did envy strive to break it up The Pharisees the Scribes and Priests therefore Conveen a Councell wherein they deplore The sad succeeding ills which might ensue If they his speedy fame should not subdue Sathan hath once already sought t'assaile The crazie bulwarks and the batter'd wall Of humane nature wherein God doth show The great affection he to man doth ow Here once againe with a redoubled wrong He makes his front more fierce redoubts more strong And as a recrue bring'th with him a main Battalion of Church-men for his traine For what one cannot doe that many may And sad experience teacheth this alway They come together then unto one place Whom love did never joyn i' th' bond of peace For they the wayes of peace have never known They sought not what was Gods but what 's their own Who can but wonder at this Convocation And foule discording concords combination Though Cain did his brother Abel kill Although ' gainst Isaac rise an Ishmael Though Esau doe his brother Jacob hate Though Saul envy the happy Davids state Though Simeon and Levi Joseph knit And thrust him in a deep and hopelesse pit Though cruell Jesabel proud Achabs wife For Naboth's viney ard doe take Naboth's life It is not strange for since th' Eternall did The womans seed from Sathans seed divide There hath been is and ever shall remaine A horrid gulfe of hatred them between And till th' eternall Conqu'rour gain the field Their conflicts cannot e're be reconcil'd Whil'st then we see the worlds great Monarchs all Kingdomes Empires Republicks great and small Combine themseves against the Lords anoynted As though Earth's axle-tree were all disjoynted Yet let no man who 's born a sonne of thunder Be brought to gaze it with the eyes of wonder For though the counsels of Achitophel The threats of Saul and Achabs Josabel The fi'ry fornace and the Lyons den Doe rage and roare against the sonnes of men Yet shall the sonnes of God by his great might Shine as the Sunne in his Meridian light Their flesh may perish by the fire and sword But God preserves their soules alive by is word What shall we doe say they if this man live The world runs after him he will deprive Us of our honour and the Romane Nation Shall quickly drive us from this habitation We have nor eyes to see nor ears to heare Nor hearts to understand what danger 's neare Saith Caiaphas for 't is more fitting fane That one should perish then the jaws of was Should swallow upon Nation round about Disturbe our altars and our liver put out This spoke he not so much of his own wit As he who in the heav'n of heav'ns doth sit Did by this High Priests mouth his truth foretell And how he meant to save his Israel O God! how wond'rous strange and different be The different actors of this Tragedie For in this plot I doe perceive still four Opposed aspects on my Saviour Th' Almighty in it hath his right hand first Sathan his left hand next and that 's accurs'd The great Sauhedrim for the third room plead And Judas last for gain will lose his head God had decreed from all Eternitie To pay the ransome of our miserie In his sonnes blood yet sure they needs must fin Whose fingers had the deepest touch therein For whil'st they in a hid intent doe minde The sonne of God in darknes bonds to binde Th' Almighty doth their rapid rage ov's throw And tyes themselves unto Eternall woe For as the moystning hope of cloud bred raine Here drown'th a field there doth refresh the grain Or as the warming blinks of Furan's ray Makes this floure flourish that to shrink away So what the world and Sathan mindes to harme Gods providence doth so 〈◊〉 their charme That what they for our prejudice intend His wisdome turneth to a blessâ—â—â—â—â— O what a world of wonders doe concurre While as th' Almighties hand o'rerules the sturre Of humane actions for his unseen singers Doe curb the station of their strongest hingers Sometimes he suffers sinne and lends her being Then takes she Ic'rus wings and soars a fleeing Sometimes he stops her course and makes her stay And then for her intent she findes no way Sometime he sers about her such a border That she cannot transgresse her lim'ted order Sometime he sits at helm and set at stern Doth her unequall motions so govern That in her proudest strains let her doe what She will he still doth stand immaculat Leaving foul sinne to Sathans foul direction Whil'st he lends onely nerves unto the action As when the sun hath on a dunghill shin'd Where many hid corruptions lay combin'd The stench proceeds not from the Suns pure ray But from the hid corruption therein lay So whil'st by sinne man doth transgresse Gods lawes God of the sinne must not be call'd the cause But man abusing his licentiat will By concupiscence doth prove guiley still O God how hid's thy way who can beguile Thy frown of justice or thy meicies smile For man amidst them both is bound and free Enfranchiled and in captivitie His will is free for it is no wayes ti'd Yet notwithstanding all his works beside Are captivat for man can doe no more Then thy good pleasure pre 〈…〉 before Thus be those hellish hounds with envy big ' Gainst Davids righteous heire and Jesse's sprig And that they may the better act their parts They charge their Serjeants with
To see from whence and for what wondrous cause This radiant Torch so rich a splendor showes But all 's in vain nor Art nor Nature may I'ts scite light motion to the world display For all of those are in this subject rare Divine miraculous extraordinare But he from whom Nature first beg'd her light And hidden Science by his artlesse might Inspires those Sages and doth make them see This Star's the Prodrome of that Majestie By whom the Sonnes of Japhet now are led Within the Tents of Shem to hide their head Fie on thee Juda Salem fie on thee Why didst not thou as well as they foresee The glorious sun-shine of thy Visitation And greet the worker of this great Salvation But ah thy snorting dreams did thee deceive For thou didst still imagine thou shouldst have A Prince of such a temporall arm and power As to a honny-sweet should change thy sowre But loe whilst thou in darknesse lov'st to sleep A Nation com'th from farre and stately keep Their festivals of Joy thy Tents about Whilst thou and eke thy children are thrust out O God whence com'th't that those above the rest Have known thy Starre and so themselves addrest In paths of toyl and tedious pilgrimage To searrh thy birth as they did see thy badge Could Nature or her handmaid Art discover Thy Star or it distinguish from another No surrely no Combine them both in one And both shall teach us but confusion For without grace the naturall Man 's a foole And Arts chief Doctor when he sits at Schoole And doth investigate Heav'ns Earth and Aire And all those hoasts which Capriolls here or there In Natures precincts still the more he sees Arts hidden secrets Natures mysteries And sees not God the more his wit shall serve To glut his fancy but his soule to starve Thus they being led by the Celestiall light Through rocky Deserts and the toyls of night Doe come at last to Bethlehems walls and there This Torch stands fluttering o're them in the aire Till by thy guiding grace they doe espie The place wherein this Monarch-Prince doth lie No sooner doe they this sweet Babe behold Then by heav'ns inspiration they are bold T' unload their asses and their Camels backs T'untrusse their fardles and ungird their sacks And lay these sumptuous presents richly sweet Gold Mirhe and Incense at the Sucklings feet Whether they by Prophetick spirit did see His Kingdome Priesthood and his Prophecie Or if that by affections naturall Vain They thus doe greet him as their Soveraign I struggle not too much Let this suffice That in Religious awe they bow their knees And with a sacred sweet consorting voyce Thus doe they greet him and thus they rejoyce Thrice great thrice blessed and thrice holy Lord By whose Majestick uncontrolled Word What e're was fram'd within the point of Time Or hath a being in the aâ—â—r'd Clime Whose right hand doth from all Etern'ty bear Our clasped Issues unshun'd Kalendar Whose wisdome pow'r and deep providence guides The Delian Princesse in her sev'rall tides How boldly may we now rejoice and sing And call the carroling beav'ns thy praise to ring Who mak'st thy wondrous light to shine even there Where death made darknesse his Cubiculare Of old whilst Jacob was desir'd to blesse Josephs two sonnes with a Prophetick kisse He wisely cross'd his armes and his right hand He puts on Ephraims head where he did stand And on Manasseh made his left hand stay And so by practice he did prophecy That Japhets seed should dwell i' th' tents of Shem. And eke Manasseh bow to Ephraim This day we see that Vaticiny true Whilst we wilde prodigals our necks subdue To thee our God making Manasses share Rich as the vintage of Abiezer Since Israel therefore will not heare heare then You Heav'ns and Earth and shame the sonnes of Shem For we will praise th' Eternall and record The never failing goodnesse of the Lord. O blessed Babe how great art thou what store Of blessings girds thy Loyns for evermore For thou art he who dost exalt the horn Of Judah and his Pallaces adorn With bowls of Nectar and Ambrosian dyet And mak'st her graze in pastures of true quiet The Scepter of true Government 's on thy shoulder And thou shalt crush thy foes to dust and powder On Davids throne thou as his Sonne shalt sit In Judgment and in Truth t' establish it Yea Peace and Plenty shall thy steps attend And of thy Kingdom there shall be no end O loving Childe how lovely-faire art thou How sparkling are thy eyes how sweet thy brow How fragrant are the odours that distill On thee from Gilead and Hermonims hill Amongst the flowr's thou' rt chief the Rose the Lilly The Pink the Turn-sol and the Daffadilly Have no such odorif'rous smell or taste As thou reverb'rat'st from the West to th' East Live ' then sweet Babe the miracle of Time Earths mighty Champion Balm of humane crime Let thy great voyce in Peace resound throughout Earths flowry kirtle and Seas glassie spout That so thy favour in each part may be Immortall Nectar to Posteritie O what are we great God what 's our deserving That to confirme our faith so prone to swerving Thou dost thus shake heav'ns solid Orb and make Thy selfe a Vassall for a Vassals sake O that we could discern aright and know What duty service feare and love we owe Thee for that endlesse love wherewith thou hast Reclaim'd us from our wandrings to thy rest Teach us ô teach us so to run our race In patience and in patience to possesse Our Soules that thou at thy great day may'st clear Our Aegypt to a Goshen's hemisphear And change the tenour of our tragick story To the Catastroph ' of an endlesse glory The Massacre CANTO 7o. DIstraction tumult teares oppression jarre VVrath causlesse envy cruell murther warre Yea all those woes which Fury can forth bring Are now the Discant which my Muse must sing For whilst of late th' Eternall did invite By secret motions of his sacred Sp'rit Three Eastern Sages wisely to imbrace Th' occasion of their long long-look'd-for peace Like to Apollo's Priests intranc'd they rove From Herod's Palace to the Courts of Jove And with a thundring voyce they roare and cry Where 's Juryes King where where 's that Royall boy In whom the heav'ns have daign'd t' exalt the Throne Of Sions hopelesse Desolation His Star hath brought us from our home-bred joyes From ease from rest and from our quirks and toyes And made us tread those paths of sad exile T' imbrace the comforts of our widow-while Scarce had they breath'd those accents of unrest When vulture-feare layes hold on Herod's brest In such a sort that curs'd Erynnis crew Doe both his senses and his soule subdue What 's this I heare quoth he what threats be those Those wandring Pilgrims to the heav'ns up-throwes What brainsick tidings of a new-born King Are those which now through Jewryes Coasts do ring