And smiling thus unto the Will she spake What is the reason that you would forsake The Pilgrim to his Blisse Shall pleasures sence And Passions strong conspiracy from thence Detain you 't is the World and Sathan that Hatâ— circumvented you into this Plot. All what they promâ—se are meer shaddows know That all things â—e so that are here below Why fear this Gate This will indeed conduct You to a higher Sphear your Way obstruct Back to the Dunghill Earth what then if here You pleasures find much more in that bright Sphear You shall unto Eternity enjoy And there where is an everlasting Day You shall reside inthron'd in 〈◊〉 shall be One with that Will which first created thee Shall Earth to Heav'n be prefer'd below How full of uglâ—nesse do all things show To eyes which heav'n's Beauties see dung ne're Did unto Jewels half so vile appear Wilt thou not then forsake this world and passe Thorow this Gate unto this blessed place Let my entreats of Love prevail so far When for your happinesse they spoken are Be not a Captive to the world but be One unto Heav'n and that is to be free A thousand Rayes fled from her eyes as fast As from her mouth flew Word with which they past Into her Heart wherewith such melting Love Like soft oyl mixt with Wâ—ne about they move Down falls the will and by her looks doth show That now she 's willing th'row the Gate to go The Will thus gain'd the Pilgrim values not The Sences not the Passioâ—s weaker plot By her he ' d tame them whensoever they Shall dare t' appear for to obstruct his Way Now Faith and Hope anew their plumes do â—ear And from him with their Wings brush Doubt and Fear No longer now the World nor Sathan can With-hold him their intreats and Threats in vain Are now he is resolv'd and though they fling Themselves upon his neck and 'bout him cling He passes on and th'row the Gate doth presse Those Hooks and Sythes his heavy load redresse One pulls off Sathan by the heels The Sp'rite Of the Great World another â—ook doth light All grosser sinnes and vainer pleasures by A Sythe cut off jumbled together lye Upon the ground a I anâ—e the flâ—sh rips up And noughty thoughts cuâ— from the head do drop Unto the Earth Flesh feels the worser smart Which pierced is unto the very Heart Past through he views himself extuberancies Which obvious were are all cut off he sees But smaller wenns stack closer to his skin And other hidden Griefs lay close within Which hooks nor Sythes had yet cut off but these A haâ—der task par'd must be by degrees For now he knows Mortality he must Loose ere he sees Ierusalem the blest No sooner past this narrow Gate but they Enter an asper and a narrow Wâ—y At first nor Trees nor grasse he found nor did See any place for to repose his Head Both sides with Rocks were wall'd Asperity The one side pav'd the other Poverty The way of SELF-DENIAL this they call'd The VValk of Trial where Obedience dwell'd The Stygian Proteus varies shapes more than The cloudy Pictures in the Sky a Man There you may see and by and by the same A Lion Horse and then a Bear become So he who at the Circumcising Gateâ— In shape of Grosser sinns pull'd off of late More Spiritualâ—z'd becomes like Anicus grows More strong by 's falls whilst to the Earth one throws Him in one shape he rises up anon Cloath'd in another and as strong agen Like Pâ— lius therefore with him we must Cope With chaines of Persevâ—rance bind him up Or else like Hercules this Anteus Croud To Death betwixt the Armes of Fortitude We must not think but he will tempt us still Untill we come unto that sacred Hill Where we may say Sathan avoid and know A Deity commandeth thee to bow Then otherwise he shall not dare to do Us then shall Angels minister unto Long in this path our Pilgrim had not gon But on a sudden he is set upon By a great Satyr on his back he wore The bristly Jacket of a new-slain Bore His sleeves were hispid Goat-skins and upon His Crest a great bunch of Satyrion Orchis and Southernwood instead of plumes Wav'd All his garments stunk of strong perfumes The juyce of Ash his Face besmear'd his hair With Nutmegs powder'd was his right hand bare A Shield in which was pourtrai'd Pasipha Faustina Messalina Hellena I who have made the mightiest Monarchs bow Must I fight with so small a Pigmy now I 'le stop thy farther passage cries he out The first blow of this fair-fac'd Sword shall do 't Straight this sallacious Monster from his side A Weapon drew whose strength he oft had tri'd At him he ran with it But from the Sword His head the Pilgrim with the Crosse to guard Did think when straight the Sword converâ—ted to A naked Nymph who in that shamelesse hew Yet full of a fictitious Beauty flung Her Ivory armes about his Neck and clung Close to his Body wrestling all the while To trip him up yet in his face did smile In the mean time the Satyr with his clawes Endeavoured to ope his closed jawes Having a poys'nous Filtre in his hand The which he meant to make him swallow and Fescinan Songs singing with Goatish breath The Pilgrim h' almost stifled had to Death Great danger was he in both Faith and Hope Strove till they weary were The Will did Cope Be'ng now resolv'd most strenuously and now Her armed courage did to purpose shew But in his greatest danger almost spent With this certation GRACE assistance sent A Nymph doth one of her bright Train appear Whom purple Wings of chasest Turtles bear From the polluting Earth More white than snows Her garments were a Lillied Crown her brows Precing'd her neck a chain of Saphirs and No spots had ever her pure garments stain'd In her sweet eyes Rare Modesty kept Court Alternate blushes on her Cheeks did sport Sâ—lence sat on her Tongue and Beauty spread A lovely splendor all about her Head Of all the Nymphs the Pilgrim yet had seen This in his eyes for Beauty seem'd the Queen Hearts could not chuse but do her homage not If Heav'n Love refrain from loving her Day ne'r came forth out of the Eastern Gate With so bright face or so immaculate A Shield one hand did bear where you might see Ioseph Diana and Penelope Susaâ—na and the Apostles Maid who bare The World's Redeemer and Him pourtrai'd there Green Lettice sugared with Continence Upon a snow-white plate of Abstinence Sharpned with Laboâ—â—r in her other hand She brought and did close by the Pilgrim stand As fair Aurora with the brush of Light Strikes down the Cobwebs of the â—ordid Night From off the face of Heaven every morn The Light which did this Nymphs bright face adorn Strook from the Pilgrim those black clouds of Lust And to the Earth both Nymph and Satyr
Soul 's blest tye Sees God beyond Thoughts Intellectually This is the stâ—te in which SOPHIA will Souls emptied thus with her blest Spirit fill Then is the Soul made fit for to receive Those Bounties which Heav'ns blessed Hand doth give For whilst thoughts do her empty vessels fill Receive she cann't Heav'ns higher Bounties well A Cup fill'd to the brim can hold no more Nor stomachâ— meat desire if full before Then is the Soul fit to be wrought upon And to receive Heav'ns seal's impression What in this state she doth or hear or see Must needs be true she cann't deceived be Unutterable were those Sweets which here Our Pilgrim felt before his eyes appear The Beauties of the inner Worlds and on His Soul divine irradiation Is pour'd and now his soul with Constant eye Beholds true glances of AEternity Pens are too weak for to expresse the Blisse Which in this silent state enjoyed is Thunders and Whirâ—winds are not Heav'ns choyce He softly whispers in a silent Voyce The Souls eares then are eyes what Heav'n then shows The Soul both hears sees â—eels and truly knows Deep is the sight when that no thoughts controul For Heav'n then gives eyes to the passive Soul Past reach of Reason then she flyes and there With a new Light sees demonstration clear But on our Pilgrim passes and to ease Himself oft rests in such blest Groves as these Which thick stood in the Way there quiet rest From working thoughts his passive Soul possest And now unto this World he bids adiew The inner World appeareth in his view No new relations he receives who from Spiritual tyes and Heav'ns kind hand doth come Those who do travel in the Way with him By Heav'ns Venter are his Bretheren And Sisters tyed by a neerer Bond Than ever Earth or Nature yet had don'd They are his Brothers be they rich or poor Who in their Hearts his Father's Image bear Those are his Fathers and his Mothers that Into Regeneration begot His Soul Nature's Children do ne'r to their Parents the Love which Heav'ns to theirs do bear Though he Loves all yet there 's degrees in Love Some are more near and some do farther move As in the building of an House you see Some stones do touch while others farther be Some are more near some keep a distance yet All to the Structure are exceeding fit So Spirits joyned are in that divine And heavn'ly building they do thus Combine Some they are nearer knit than others thus Iohn unto Christ the most beloved was Here Spirits signatur'd alike conjoyn And in a mystic union combine Here Spirits be espous'd and here they see That they meet helps unto each other be Some cann't receive from every vessel though Their thirsty souls drink what from others flow One gives another he receives and he Gives to another here 's the harmony Saints thus combin'd are like a Tower that Unshaken stands against the Devils shot He fears such unions therefore all his Art And cunning he still uses them to thwart O blessed union whom God thus doth joyn Let no man venture for to discombine This doth produce a Love implete with Blisse Which far above natural affection is No Man but he that has 't the Virtue knows Of this Love which from pure union flows Words cann't exprest that heart which feels it doth Know certainly that here I speak a Truth The highest love of Friendship which doth shine So bright 's the Image of this Love divine The Stars alone that doth concatinate Nature and Grace bind fast this firmer state He who this Love Possesses would rejoyce And with great joy ' count it an happy choyce To dye and suffer torments for his Brother And loose his blood with joy to free another In this state two are one one cannot smart Feel but it thrilleth th'rough the other's heart One cann't be sad but by a Sympathie The other's sinking Soul doth almost dye Joy never bloometh in the Face of one But gladnesse in the other's eyes doth shine Although â—eas and a thousand Leagues do part Their Bodies yet by sympathetic Art Their Spirits meet and kisse and do declare At the same moment how each other fare In the black lines writ by each others handâ— A flowing Fire of constant Love thy find No sooner can their eyes be plac'd on them But th'rough them to their hearts a flaming stream Of sweetest Fire runs and every Line Unto that Fire doth new fewel joyn O blessed Love which from true Union flows Thy sweetnesse none but those that tast thee knows Base Earthly Lust and wanton Love's alloy Is all but dâ—oâ—â—e and counterfeited joy Is mix'd with them hut here true sweetnesse is True Joy and an unutterable Blisse Our Pilgrim tasted this felicity Whereby he found all earthly Harmony Below this sweetnesse Sweets Affection But far more sweet is heav'nly Union In Bodies joyning is Earth's Lovers blâ—sse In Souls uniting Heav'ns true Lovers is Most justly did the Holy Spirit Call The Serpent the most subtle Beast of all And though in subtilty he doth excel His envy runneth with it parallel This sets abroach that this desires the ill That 's the Instrument for to perform it still And where he cann't do what he would to Man He ' l shew his Teeth and do what e'r he can Think you our Pilgrim though so far he be Gon past the reach of his fell Subtilty No Hell must shew his envy still and to The very last try what his power can do When he had try'd all Stratagems in vain The Pilgrim's union with the Saints to strain To burst that League which breaks the Leagues of Hell And their united Forces oft repel To spoil that mariage of Spirits from Whose happy juncture sacred Powers do come Which overthrow those Legions of the Great Prince of Hell and all Impiety To break that true-Loves Knot which only can Bind fast the hands of this fierce foe to Man When he in vain to hinder this had try'd And saw our Pilgrim by an happy Guide Had it attain'd he seeks some other Way In midst of all his Sweets him to betray His envious eye beholds the Pilgrim's Soul Oft to carouse it in Loves sacred Boul Where she whole streams of Nectar gulped down Sweeter than Honey or the Honey-Comb Down to his Stygian Kingdom goes the Foe And there assembles all his Cooks below Makes them to cull the fairest Fruit the Tree Of ills doth bear First then Complacency Then Covetousnesse then Pride then Sâ—lfishnesse Envy and Iealousie and such as these He takes and by a cunning Chymistry Draws out their blacknesse and deformity Extracts their bitternesse and makes them fair Refin'd like Crystal and as pure as ayr But yet the poyson still was left behind Which stronger grew the more they were refin'd From these a juice he drew most fair and clear And up he mounteth to the Pilgrim's Sphear Sculking behind a cloud this Serpent lay And for an
For usual scouts to scare black shades and Nights Hobgoblins Lemures Ast'ral spirits to talk About the fiâ—lds some in Church yards to walk Ghosts Fairies Night-mares dark tâ—â—icula's Affrighting Spectres haunting Empâ—saâ—â— Cadds airy Dâ—mons strange Phaâ—tâ—sms and Legions of other sp'rits to fill the band Press closer numerous swarm your ranks disclose Let yoâ— ' brave Princes nigher draw repose My chiefest strength in them I do for us With man their fight will still be cominus I know they 'r active you great Daemons show Them where to fight let them alone to do Do you dispose them let the aiâ—y Prince Cast mans natâ—vity then learn from thence His inclinations then may you choose Which of these Princes you had best to use Which will most fitting be where one cann't come Another may and have a spacious room Brave Pride who art so like to us you shall Be constitute Lieutenant General Next under thee let Envy march to thee Grand Avarice the third allotted be Then furious Wrath Dispaire and Ielousie March with your bands and let Idâ—latry Go next Adâ—li'â—y Lyâ—â—g 〈◊〉 Lust Luxury 〈◊〉 march you next to these 〈◊〉 your â—wy-sac'd bands in order Seâ— them march after Perjury and Murther 〈◊〉 and Blaâ—phemy your charge is thus By any means to gain Man's Soul to us Take all advantages and bravely fight Against our Foes the Troops of Love and Light I need to say no more nor need I fear But I shall overcome all Men when here I see such mighty powers who can withstand Your mighty â—orces and Hel's powerful Band Go and the World poâ—â—â—â—â—e I doubt not now But Man to us and Love's Prince too shall bow The Sâ—ygian Princes bow their snaky heads And Joy their Captain in their Faces reads â—o they 〈◊〉 and from 〈◊〉 sulph'ry throats Belch oâ—t ten thousand loud confused notes Then from their Centâ—e thousand Myriads go Of teter Sâ—ygian Bands where here below The Earth thâ— ayr and the vast hollownesse Betwixt the Ceruâ—le â—ky and Earth possesse They do And all coâ—bin'd are to annoy Man and his Soul immortal to destroy Black 〈◊〉 triumphing with a sable Bow 〈◊〉 Earth with armes displayed marcheth too Where murthering Hag her skilful hand to try With satâ—l Darts made Abel's life to â—â—ye The 〈◊〉 that ever yielded mortal breath Tâ—â— first that ever felt the Dart of Death And thus this World her misery indu'd Which guilty Adam's crime and Sin pursu'd Can Man escape such powers as these can he In tasety sleepâ— or one poor minute be Secure what can defend him from these armes Or who repel mâ—y Sathan's threat'ned harmes Spirits encounter Spirits must The Light â—orlâ— that aloâ—â— must match the dark Worlds might The Prince of Love of Light of Peace of Truth Beholds poor Man and his sad state with Ruth And tho Man's guilt brought down this sad distresse He Love immense doth still to him expresse And lest that mighty Wrath his Soul devour He will protect him with his mighty Power Heav'n's brighter Bands he therefore Convocates And thus his Royal Will to them relates Blest Princes of this lighter World and ye Vast Troops indu'd with immortality Know Man for whom a Paradise we made By his own folly is to Wrath betray'd He hath deserted us this happy Realm Hath lost now misery doth overwhelm Him and our Image in obscurity Doth buried by the World 's grosse Spirit lye Wrath's Principle hath poysoned the Earth Spoyl'd Paradise with his infectious Breath He now triumphs But what lose we 't is Man That suffers most for his own folly then Shall we desert him leave him to his Foe Strict Iustice might but Love cannot do soâ— Can fier cool or can cold Water burn No more can I from this my nature turn Nor his neglect nor his strange follies move May me to Wrath. O no! I still am Love My nature cannot change I pity have I must I will endeavour Man to save So long as he my Image doth retain Although obscur'd â—le seek him to regain To me and that immortal spark divine Shall like the Sun in its fair splendor shine Can I the Principle of Wrath dethrone Out of his heart and th'out Worlds he 's my own Wrath's Principle although he triumphs now One day again shall to our Powers bow The Earth a Paradise shall be and then All things shall turn to Harmony agen My Foe shall then be captivate Man shall Most happy live upon the outward Ball. Six dayes first past must be that principle Thousands of souls shall to its centre pull I' th' intrim I mans nature too must take My self and dy that I wraths power may breakâ— This I 'le effect such love to man I bear We are as strong as wrath we need not fear His fires our waters shall put ouâ— our Dove Shall fight his Dragon Nought's so strong as Love Noâ— Death nor Hell can conquer it The wrath Already sent hath his black Legions forth Into the Earth Poor man 's in danger hast Unto his succour Let your Troops be plaâ—'t â—ust opposite unto those teter bands Which Hells 〈◊〉 commands Arch-Prince of Angels MICHAEL of all Heavens brighter Legions be thou General Conduct our forces to Earths Orb and there Oppose the Dragoâ— bid man not to fear His â—â—ygian crue Do thou match Satan and To his dark troops oppose thy brighter band Maintain thou Love and Iustice 'gainst his might Do thou with equal force and valour fight â—ll heaven's Host attend thee shall and let Some powerful Angel o're the stars be set To let their male-conjunctions and thence For to direct their better influence Unto the Earth to cause the seasons due Unto the Earth her pleasures to renue And thou Mittatron thy strong Legions place In rank and order 'gainst Baalzebubs face Do you unite whilest he doth discord move Conjoyn thou all in amity and love Whilst that he causes Battails Plagues and Dearth Thou peace and health and fructiâ—ie the earth Next Caphtiel 'gainst Belial thy foe With Myriads of brighter Angels go Illuminate man's minde and make him see For his distraction Belial's policie His stranger fancies cause to vanish quite And of my goodnesse let him have a sight Go Iophiel and hinder Python's force Obstruct his vile infatuating source Exhibit truth to Man open his eyes That he may clearly see grosse Python's lies Ten thousand Legions take thou Ptsadkiel And bravely meet the firy Asmodel Be thou as well as he concomitant With Princes keep them that they may not vaunt Of their high state Let Pride and Cruelty Be banish'd from them let humâ—lity Supply their place whilst that he raiseth jars Cause Amity oppose thy Peace to Wars Bright Prince Uriel flags of light display And 'gainst Meriri with thine march away Stop thou his full carrer and se that you With wisdome and true happinesse endue Man give him eyes to see perfection If that with us he will have union Coelestial Rapâ—iel
his wantâ—n wast Binding his Hands that oft had prisners made With his own Scaâ—â— he to a Tree him ty'd Robbing a 〈◊〉 of its boughs a Rod He â—â—deâ— and soundly whipt this wanton God He flea'd his back and with his wanron blood Dy'd all the grasse in ' Crimson where he stood Then broke his bow and arrows His fine Quiver And Crown of Roses flung into the River This done he let him loose since which disgrace He ne'r was seen to come anear this place Lost in the Face which he did contemplate Oâ—r Pâ—lgrim was nor would he extricate Himself and if he could He ne'r did prize â—nough before the blessing of his eyes Ravish'd he was but blessed CHASTITY Spake to her CUPID with her speaking eye He understood the Dialect and drew A Golden arrow from his Quiver Blew The Feathers were the point was living flame This notch'd in 's silver Bow he took his aym Like a good Archer of the Pilgrim's heart And th'rough the same he shot the flaming dart A gentle Fire and sweetly glowing heat The Pilgrim feels his quicker pulses beat Th'row his Limbs the living flames do spread With pleasures joyn'd not to be uttered No blood ran from the Wound he feels no smart Although the shaft had cleft in two his Heart Those flames made Wounds of Joy heal'd those of pain Dispel'd all ills did Life and Health retain A constant ardor now burns in his Breast Being with th' immortal fire of Love possest And wholly swallow'd up in them he fryes In pleasing Flames becomes Heav'ns Sacrifice He lives in Flames but they 'r chast flames of blisse He is in Love but with SOPHIA ' t is Is not it madnesse to indulge a Foe Do men cry when they from their prisons go Do men love chaines and fetters to suppresse Their eager flight unto their Happinesse Yea sure they do all this who here do move In chaines of flesh and do such prisons love The free-born soul were it not chain'd below Above the Stars its nimble Fires would throw See all the World at once and swiftly run About the Heav'ns and clearer than the Sun Had not the Pilgrim had a fleshly case He longer might have seen SOPHIA'S Face Alasse our Souls enchain'd to Dust and Nighâ— Cannot behold the splendors of that Light Too strong for flesh and blood Whose flames will be To flesh as â—ove prov'd once to Semele Our eyes without apparent hurt cann't gaze Against the Sun Nor can those heav'nly Rayes Of high Beatitude the Soul see here Maried to flesh long 'cause that cannot bear The Soul 's high flight but that she suffers so She holds the Soul lest she should from her go Apocalypsis well man's frailty knew Therefore she blest Sophia's Face withdrew And vail'd it from the Pilgrim's eyes To whom Thus Chastity whose words flew in perfume Is not one glimpse of thy Caelestial Bride More glorious than all the World beside Didst ever tast in those dull streamâ— of Blisse The World affords a pleasure like to this Thou hast received by a Vision then How far more great wil 't be how ample when Thou full fruition shalt enjoy and be Blest with her Blisses to AEternity When that thy Soul cloath'd with immortal Day Has shaken off these shackling Robes of clay In Vailes she now is forced to appear 'Cause Flesh câ—nnot her ample Beauty bear See that she only Mistresse of thy Heart Remain for she ' l not be content with part Thou must not share it 'tween Mortality and Her she ' l bear no such indignity If ever Mistresse Hearts intire deserv'd If ever to be punctually serv'd 'T is she see then although thou canst not merit One grain of what thou shalt by her inherit That thou prove faithful to her Love and she Hers with Heav'ns Kingdom will return to thee Down bows the Pilgrim to the ground his Breast And in these Words his constancy exprest I know my frailty and my weaknesse and That I alone and of my self can stand Not one poor moment By the help of Grace Supported First the Sun shall change his Face And glorious splendor into pitchy Night Flames first shall cease for to ascend upright The brinish Seas shall over Atlas flow The Vine and Olive in Asphaltes grow First Sol shall rise out of the Western main And in the Iapon Sea his flaming Wain At evening drench December shall be May And Trees in Iune shall sheets of snows d'splay Noon shall be Night Nature inverted be Before I yield unto Inconstancy Before I leave her whom my Soul hath chose And her forgetting to another close Those ardent flames which now surround my Heart Will so dispose me that I ne'r shall start From her to whom whilst in this flesh I breath I do my Life Heart Acts thoughts all bequeath O noble Resolution which doth move From those bright flames of Zeal and ardent Love Hell trembles when he hears th' inspired tongue Of valiant Souls resolv'd to speak such strong Hel-battering Words such sounds do quickly go Both to the Angels and the Devils too Piercing both Worlds sound quickly in their ears Fill those with Joy these with disturbing Fears If the dull flames of the Idalian brat In tired Souls most strangely operate Making them bow unto their Idol-toy That from her presence they receive no Joy And ' count the pleasures of a Crown lesse bliâ—â—e Than those they gain when they her Lips do kisse If they so strangely Man can alter so As for to make him all the World forego For this one Idol never feeling ease Longer then while he doth his Mistresse please Doth she but frown Hell nor AEternal Night In their worst shapes could scarce so much affright The trembling Lover for her wrinkled brow More terrible than doth Avernus show 'T is not her power he fears But yet he can Not disobey Love's a Magician If by his power men dare to undertake The hardest things and nothing of them make If for their Loves their Lives they 'l venture and Be proud to spill their blood at their Command Dye if they bid them if such Love can cause So great obedience to his giddy Lawes If by his hidden and abstrucer Art Knowledge he doth to ignorants impart Make Clowns prove Eloquent nay Poâ—ts too If thus and much more this blind-God can do What shall that Love do unto which this seems As the worst Pibbles to the best of Gemms That Love divine whose fires immortal be Whose constant Pleasures never changes see That Love immense which filleth to the brim Capacious Souls where may whole Oceans swim Of Joyes divine unutterable then Shall not this draw Obedâ—ence from Men Shall not this sweeten whatsoe'r may seem Bitter make easie what is hard to them Fear can do much but Love much more can do Fear false obedience gives Love just and true Heav'n's Pilgrim now with these diviner flames Possess'd h' alone to please Sophia aimes Love regulates him now
bear That mortal Man could never better hear O I 'm unworthy of the Dignity But yet I daâ—e not Heav'n's high Gifts deny Since 't is his pleasure that it should be so To him I passive bow my Head full low Who can deny the blessed Gifts of Heav'n When Crowns and Thrones and blisse Aeternal's given O Lord thou knowest what is hest for me Since thou ' lt exalt me I le exalted be As thou my joyes O Lord dost higher frame So greater strength grant me to prayse thy Name More would the Pilgrim there have said but that The Angel rais'd him up to Celebrate Love's glorious Banquet which blest Banquet was The Confarreation 'twixt him and his Spouse Under the Covert of Life's blessed Tree Upon the Leek-green grass this Company Sat down each blade its top doth bow to them Each flower seeks to kiss their garments hemm There 't was as if the flowers conspired had To starr the place or with their bravery clad This little spot above the rest for here Mâ—y's Iune's and Augusts flowers together were An hundred teeming Springs seem'd here their flowers To have brought forth help'd by the Midwife-showers Their bowing Heads which did in clusters 〈◊〉 Their gallant tufts to purple Cushions fit Heav'n's Paranymphus first sat down and theâ— The Pilgrim and his Loving Guardian The Paradysical Bevy in a Ring Upon the inviting flowers themselves did fling Making a circle in whose midst was seen A round spot cover'd with Smaragdine green Which Carpet garnish'd was with flowers which 〈◊〉 Into true True Loves Knots conspired were A thousand Crystal drops of dew the grass Lading did silver Gemm and Pâ—â—â—l the place More pleasing Objects far our Pilgrim's sight To feast and Banquet to the full invite A Troop of Heav'nly Dapifers they were Surcharg'd with Chargers who the Feast infer And with Caelestial art the Dishes plac'd The Pilgrim they with their attendance grace'd The Pilgrim's greedy eyes now on the meat They brought now on the bringers ravish'd eat Sometimes to that sometimes to these he tost Them and them in Beauties Meandres lost By 's feeding eyes his Soul took her first tast Of the rare Sweets of this delicious Feast Where the five Sences altogether dine And filled are at once with meat divine These were a Chore of Angels of that Sphear Who in their brightest Robes to day appear To grace Love's Banquet and themselves they clad With all the glories the Aelisium had Yellow Electrum hung upon their hair Whose aubourn threads conspir'd in t ' Circles were Amongst whose gold-Rings silver spangles lay Whose Star-like twinkling made a kind of day And rais'd an Halos round about their Heads Which Cynthian lustres gave to those bright threads Whose golden Woods whilst the Zephyrian shocks Ruffle the Volumns of their Amber-locks Yield such a fragor that all Arabie With all her sweets cann't reach the tenth degree Chaplets of Roses mixt with Lillies fair And purple Violets bound their goldâ—n Hair Under whose blushing shades the Day did rise From the bright beamings of their sparkling eyes But in their cheeks Roses and Lillies be Wedded together in just Harmony And 'cause the Lily reigned in their hands In their sweet Lips the Rose as Mistress stands Upon their Fronts dwelt the all-charming Graces An everlasting Hebe in their Faces Their youth and beauty strove but by their strife As friends not foes they gave each other Life But the fair Robes with which they then were clad Of Paradises silver Clouds were made Garnish'd with divers colours less the bow Oâ— fair Thaumant is to the World doth show And far less Beauties doth it give than those Which sweetly triumph'd in their splendid cloaths In these fair Mazes lost our Pilgrim was And to draw thence his eyes no power he has But whilst in Beauties Labyrinth his eyes Do tread melodious sounds his eares surprize Which prove a cliew to lead him from his gaze And out of that into another Maze His Soul but now did issue at his eye Out of both eyes and eares she now doth flye For th' Angel having ta'ne their Cue by pairs The Hymenaeum sung in sweetest ayres The Waters Groves and birds do all agree Ecchoing their Melos to their Symphonie The sweet Symplones with the Angels joyn Marying their voyces in a Tune divine They sing this Hillulim mortals below Did ne'r such sweet Harmonious Voyces know The schreeking Sphears were silent at that time And by their musick learn'd a better Chime THE EPITHALAMIUM AFter sad Winter springs the Spring The Day thrusts out the Night Storm past the pretty Birds do sing The Skies their musfling Mantles fling Away and cheer Earth with their sight After the floating Ship hath past A thousand dangers she Thorow the surging Waves at last Doth Anchor in the Haven cast And there rests in Security So after an hard Pilgrimage Th'row Earth and Hell there is Joyes that the Travellers engage For to forget their Earthly stage And evermore remain in Blisse This is the Day the Sun doth rise The cheering Morn appears And Light springs from SOPHIA'S eyes Which blesseth all our Paradise And joyes unto this mariage bears This is the Time of Joys and Prayse True Laud therefore be given To Him who is the Light of Dayes Who to himself the Soul doth raise And Earth despised Wed to Heav'n SOPHIA is the Queen of Love Her Joyes Aeternal be Bless'd Souls within her bosom move For ever tast the Blisse above Enjoying all Felicity This is the mariage of the Lamb The Lamb of Purity Who from the highest Heavens came Brought forth Aeternity in Time That Souls this Wedding day might see Fears are for ever wip'd away Sighs from their Breasts are fled And happy evermore are they Who can attain this mariage Day And are unto SOPHIA Wed. All happinesse attends on thee No sorrows shall annoy Sophia's Armes thy Comforts be Her Breast thy true Felicity And in her eyes rests all thy joy Blest be this Day thrice blessed is This hour this mariage Feast For thou shalt Live in Paradise In everlasting Joyes and Bliss And be by thy Love ever blest Prayse to SOPHIA then we give And Hallalujah's sing By whom we in this Sphear do Live Who Souls from Earth to Heav'n reprieve And deignes them to her home to bring Let Hallalujah's be our Song O may Sophia deigne With her all-quick'ning Breath among Us now to cast her odors strong And on us her spic'd shewers rain Hallalujah's to the bless'd Name For evermore we sing May it our warbling Tongues inflameâ— O thou who didst this mariage frame Accept these offerings that we bring Hallalujah Hallalujah Hallalujah we cry Hallalujah Hallalujah Our Tongues for ever warble may Thus unto all Aeternity Their Heav'nly voyces charm'd the Pilgrim's eaâ—es With such like Songs and animated ayres But now they double their sweet melody And wrap him in t ' an higher extasie For every one takes his caelestial Lyre And runs divisions
Love And did not know which way himself to move Intoxicated and o'returned quite He was with Love's exuberant delight The burning Tâ—ncture of the Heart of God Rol'd o're his Soul a most delightful Flood Which him transported into Rapts divine So that he seem'd like one made drunk with Wine In this strong heat of his exultancy He on the green grasse swift about did flye With all those Graces who compos'd a Ring And dancing round this Hymn with joy they sing Hymn SAcred Flames of LOVE divine In our breasts untainted shine Feed upon our Souls and let Them unto the stake be set O Bless'd Fires quickly come We 're prepar'd for Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dyes Unto LOVE a Sacrifice Blessed IESUS from thine Eye There thrice sacred Flames did fly Which now burn without controul On the Tinder of our Soul Blessed Fires O consume What 's prepar'd for Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dyes Sacred LOVE'S true Sacrifice The Aetherial Flames that are Couched in the Welkin fair Those that Crown the radiant Sun Those which beautifie the Moon Are lesse fair than those which Come For to Crown our Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dyes LOVE'S unspotted Sacrifice O how raging yet how sweet Are those burning Flames which greet Our dry Souls with scalding Kisses Pains dispensing with our Blisses But such pains we wish to Come That give Crowns of Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dyes Purest LOVE'S pure Sacrifice O our Souls are all on Fire We consume in our desire We desire what we possesse Waters but our Fires encrease Those bright Fires which are Come To Crown Souls with Martyrdom O thrice blessed Soul that dyes Purest LOVE' 's blest Sacrifice O what lingring Death is this Bliss inviteth us to Bliss By these tasts of Love we be More inamour'd of the Sea Of Abyssal Love whence Come Flames to crown our Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dies LOVE'S most willing Sacrifice O what kind of pain is this Which is sweeter than all Blisse O 't is pain intolerable Pleasure yet unutterable Such are the bless'd Flames which come T' Crown us with Love's Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dies Thus LOVE'S Living Sacrificeâ— O we cry we cannot bear Love's hot flames which domineer In our Breasts and yet had we Damn'd to Hell far rather be Than to lose these Flames which come To Crown us with Martyrdom Blessed is that Soul that dies Thus LOVE'S daily Sacrifice Fierce was the flame and strong the happy heat Which on the Pilgrim's chafed Soul did beat Quick beat the pulses of his Noble breast High was the Tyde of LOVE which still encreast Its scalding waves so that he thought he shou'd Have lost his Life in that delicious Flood Such were Love's Ardors he could scarce forbear His fettering flesh his free Soul's chaines to tear How oft he mounted nimbly from the ground As if his Soul some passage thence had found How was he griev'd to see he leap'd in vain To see his Body bring her down again O how he wished that his Soul might be Now from the shackling gives of Flesh set free That she might spread her spacious wings and fly Th'row the wide Welkin of Aeternity Unto th' illustrous Throne of Christ and there Among the Crowned Saints new cloath'd appear But chiefly that she without Letts might move In the vaâ—t Ocean of Aeternal LOVE For whilst that Flesh her freedom did restrain The more her pleasures was the more her pain To be deny'd her Liberty that she Engulphed was not in that endlesse Sea Streams could not now content her the Abysse Of Love alone must now compleat her Blisse O happy Souls which in such Flames do move And frying thus LOVE' 's blessed Martyrs prove But whilst Love's Noble Flames heat every part Of 's Breast and make a Bonfire of his Heart This blessed Pilgrim lifted up his eyes Unto the glorious East of Paradise Where Worlds of glory rising from the place Amazing Splendor hurled on his Face And though it were all Day in Paradise A Sun and greater Day began to rise A Light he saw which springing from the East All Paradise's lustrous braveries blest Adding new glories to those Beauties that One would have thought could not have been more great The Rosie-cheek'd Aurora did embright The glorious womb of Day with no such Light The Cynthian Goddesse from the Orb did throw No such bright Rayes upon the World below Nor yet the flaming Giant of the Day Such streams and beams of Light did e'r display Ten thousand Suns ten thousand times more bright Than ours would not have paralell'd this Light Needs must it dazling be what mortal eye Can view the Splendors of Aeternity The Angels and the Graces all when they Behold it clap their downy Wings for â—Joy And with due reverence thrice three times did bow Their Heads and kiss'd the flowry Pavement too As brighter Titan dims the lesser Stars So did this Light devour that light of theirs As for the Pilgrim on the ground he lay Obstupified with that glorious Day But yet with all th' advantage he could make Of that illustrous sight a view did take A crowd of Clouds begilded with the Beams Of the Aeternal Sun whose radiant gleames Had pierced th'row them so a small thin Cloud I oft have seen when Sol himself did shroud His face behind it from my eyes grow clear And tincted th'row a various colour were Appear'd far brighter than our Sun below Dress'd with more paintings than the Iris bow This Mask of Clouds was the Auroâ—a too The Sun of Glory that close after flew But pitching in the midst of Paradise This bright but yet a Vail assunder flyes And gave free leave for every Eagle eye To see the bright Sun of Aeternity It was the Sun of Righteousnesse who there Did in his glorious Ornaments appear The Tongues of Men nor Angels can unfold That Glory which the Pilgrim did behold A stately Throne more clear than Crystal glasse Burnish'd with Heav'nly Gold erected was On which sat down Glories immortal King From whom all Happinesse and Blisses spring O glorious sight who ' le not confounded be To see such Splendor and such Majesty Upon his Head a starry fourfold Crown Irradiating sat from whence flow'd down Fair and soft Volumns of the purest snow Which spread upon his sacred back full low A fount of Light which fill'd all Paradise With Sun-like brightnesse flowed from his eyes His Paps were girded with a Golden Zone Of more than Cynthian lustre was his Gown In 's Hand the Scepter wherewith he did sway The Worlds in Righteousnesse and Justice lay But O th' unutterable Majesty And Lovelinesse that in his Looks did lye A World of Wonders and a â—onâ—rous Grace Were to be spied in his sacred Face A Light more bright than thoâ—sand Suns about His Throne did flow from whence it issued out Behind was seen great Sathan overthrown Death Hell the Woâ—ld and all
English speak or else what Good Had his works done us if not understood To Germany they beneficial prove Alone till we enjoy'd them by thy Love Their German-Robes thou took'st fâ—om them that we Their Beauties might in English Gaâ—ments see Thus has thy Love a vast â—â—ch Tâ—easure showen And made what was exotic now our own What thanks Wâ—at praise oâ—e we 〈◊〉 Love so great What cost can recompence your paines and sweat But yet go on don 't Virtues Race decline Finish in spite of Bâ—hman's foes and thine What yet remaines of his choyse works that they By thee tâ—anslated speak our Language may If we reward you not as is your due A better hand shall give a Crown to you Not Palmes nor Laurels but of more renown Of Light Aeternal Christ will give a Crown Pium est agnoscere per quem profecisti THE SYNOPSIS Of the chief things contained in this POEM In the first Part. THe Inxocation The Invitation The Proem The Figure The state of the righteous deplorable if there were no other worlds but this Page 1. 2 The wicked flourish in this world p. 2 Atheists arguments that there is no God nor other worlds p. 2. 3 That there is a God p. 4. 5 6 7 That there are more worlds than this p. 7. 8 The order of the worlds p. 9 Most men ignorant of the other worlds p. 10 The outer form maketh not a man p. 11. 12 Man has lost his King ship over the worlâ—s p. 12. 13 This worlds description p. 13. 14 15 The Wonders of this world innumerable p. 15 Wonders aud secrets to be found out in the bowels of the earth p. 16 In all her vegitables p. 17 In Animals p. 18 In the Element of water and its Inhabitants p. 18. 19 In the Ayr and its Inhabitants p. 20 In the Heavens Starres and Firmament p. 21. 22 23 Man 's wonderfull foâ—m p. 23. 24 Admirable speculations thorowout the whole world p. 24. 25 The world two-fold Sodom and Babylon in one part p. 25. 26 Sion and Jerusalem in the other p. 26. 27 Hell's Kingdom perspicuous in this world with a Prophesie of its downfall p. 27. â—8 Paradise hidden thorowout the world p. 28. 29 30 Paradise may be found in this world p. 30 The sâ—irit or soul of this world created pure p. 30. 31 The power and Magic of this world p. 31. 32 The Oracles and Sybills inspired by this power Spirits that belong to this world p. 32 Astral Spirits p. 32 Spirits belonging to the four Elements Fire Ayr Water Earth p. 32. 33 34 Of subterraneal Spirits Mortal spirits p. 33. 34 The knowlodge of these spirits p. 34 Man above them Magic three sorts p. 35 A Christians prerogative Those skil'd in the Magic of this world subject to danger p. 35. 36 Why the spirits of this world appear not so frequently as formerly p. 36 Sathan's suggestion that there are no spirits p. 37 That there are Pigmies Sylfes and such like spirits p. 37. â—8 God's great mercy that the hosts of evil spirits in this world are not visible p. 37. 38 The numberlâ—sse Legions of spirits which are sent into this world from the Dark and Light internal worlds p. 38 That they are not subject to the outer senses p. 39 Spirits natures siâ— ple p. 39. 40 Spirits have Bâ—â—ies anâ— of what made p. 40 Spirits of all sorts to be seâ—n by the internal eye and subject to the internal sences p. 40. 41 That spirits can appear to the outer eye and be subject to the sences p. 41 That spirits can assume any form p. 41 The difference in the apparitions of good and evil spirits p. 41. 42 How Spirits assume Bodies p. 42. 43 Their command over the Elements p. 42. 43 Histories tectifie the actions of Spirits p. 43. 44 Examples of evil Spirits p. 44 An History out of Niderius p. 44. 45 46 The Acts of good Spirits as frequent as the Bad p. 47 Examples of good Angels p. 47. 48 49 An Hiâ—â—ory of good Angâ—ls â—â—ts p. 4â— â— 49 Why Angels â—pâ—ear not so 〈◊〉 as in ages pas p. 49 50 Why evil Spirits appear not oâ—â—en to the outer eye p. 50. 51 Why evil Spirits subvert not the order of the 〈◊〉 â—or work the uâ—ter subversio of â—ankind p. 51. 52 Man's destruction from himself p. 52 Of Genii good and Bâ—d p. 52. 53 Their diligence about men The apparition of Gâ—nii p. 53. 54 Examples of Guardian Angels Most men lâ—d by gooâ— or evil Daemons The protection of good Angels p. 54 This world the scope of the internal worlds p. 54. 55 Sathan's priviledge in this world The Devils Love to be embodyed p. 55 They tremble at the thought of the world's dissolution p. 55 The Devils Priviledge by Adam's fall p. 55. 56 This world's Creation p. 56 Mans Creation p. 57 Adam's and perfâ—ction p. 57. 58 The Earth's The one temperature before the curse and agreement upon Earth p. 57. 58 The agreement and harmony of the Creatures p. 58 Adam Lord in Paradise p. 58. 59 Adam why created p. 59. 60 Adam's lapse p. 60. 61 62 Adam's sleep p. 62 How Adam should have been in Paradise p. 62 Eve created p. 62. 63 Adam and Eve's state in Paraâ—ise p. 63 Adam and Eve prohibited the Tree of knowledge of Good and Evil p. 64. 65 Sathan's â—unning p. 65 The Serpent's subtilty p. 65. 66 Eve tempted p. 66. 67 68 69 The tempting Apple what it probably was p. 69 Adam's and Eve's farther fall whereby the curse entered into the world p. 69. 70 God's judgement on Adam and Eve pronounc'd p. 71. 72 Christ promised p. 72 Adam and Eve driven out of Paradise p. 72. 73 The curse takes hold on this world p. 73 What the curse is â—ow it lay hid The discordancy and mortality of all things produced by the Curse p. 73. 74 75 The Devil's joy at the worlds misâ—ry p. 76 The opposition of the dark and light worlds The first and second Principles opperation on the third p. 77 Lucifer's boasts p. 78 The Devil 's great Engine to gain soules p. 78. 79 Sathan's malice to mankind p. 79 The seed of God in all Men p. 79 Great Lucifer's charge to the Spirits of the dark world with their Commission to destroy man p. 79. 80 81 His charge to Baalzebub Belial Python Samaliel Asmodeus Meriri Asteroâ—h p. 80 To Abbadon Mammon and other spirits p. 80. 81 Pride Envy Avarice Wrath Despair Iealousie Adultery Lying Lust Luxury Drunkennesse Hypocriâ—ie Swearing Blasphemy Theft Murder sent into the world p. 81. 82 The Stygiaâ— Troops and Deaâ—â— entâ—r the world p. â—2 Maâ—'s 〈◊〉 p. 82 Chriâ—◠〈◊〉 the spirits of the lâ—ght world p. 83 His immense Love p. 83 His Kingâ—om promiâ—ed p. 8â— 84 His charge 〈◊〉 gâ—od Angâ—ls for the protection 〈…〉 p. 84. 85. 86 His charge 〈…〉 Miâ—tatâ—on p. 84 To 〈…〉 Psaâ—kiel Uriel Raphilel â—â—aniel p. 85. 〈◊〉 and others â— 86 Humiluâ— Love
her bowels understand Let them her seal'd-up dores unbarr and there Her rusty Treasures brighten and reclear Let such dive down into her depths below And the Arcana's of her Min'rals know Let them th'row ev'ry Room and Chamber run And know the virtues of her central Sun Which with its Heat pierceing th'row ev'ry room Gives life to seeds sown in her vaster womb Let such behold her hidden Palaces Where sealed up lye hid her Mysteries There let them Tin Ir'n or pine Stibium Brasse Virmilion Merc'ry Lead and Coperasse Copper Letrargyre Marble Salt and Iet View and let them break up her Cabinet Where they with curious prying eyes behold May all her Mines of Silver Steel and Gold Her choyce of Rubies Saphires Calcedones Her Topaz Opals Emeraulds Diamond 's Her Carbuncles her Amythists her store Of Turques Crystals and a thousand more Let them the virtues of the Load-stone see And all the Earths that Medcinable be Let them their secrets dayly meditate Through them God's name and wonders predicate Let others on her superficies walk And thorow all her vegitables stalk Into Earths dainty garden-plats let them Come and search out the vertues of each stem Let them the secrets of all simples know The vertues of all herbs and flowers that grow Let them consider flowers fragrancies Their checquer workâ— and dainty diapres The Violets the Roses and the Lilies The Pansies Marigolds and Daffodillies Th' admired Lotos secret vertues given To herbs and shrubs by the free hand of heaven Let Mugwort Saffron Burnet Piony Swines-bread St. Johns-wort and Succory Madder Angelica and Bittany Lunaria Hellebore and Dittany With thousands more whose vertues wonderfâ—l Men into admiration justly pulâ— Consider'd be Then that which makes us bread And grain of all sorts be considered Then let them walk unto the spacious groves And see the Male-Palms woo their female Loves View there the Peruanan Brasil how It peopled doth like to a Village show See there the Oak the Maple Ash and Vine The Elm the Larch the Cedar and the Pine The Indian Cocos which supplies the lack Alone both of the belly and the back The Corck the Osier Alder Willow Holm The Poplars Beaches Yews against a storm Good for a shelter and consider these The Natures and the Uses of the trees Then to the fragrant Orchards go and there The Apple Plum the Cherry and the Pear The Apricock the Oring Quince and Beach The Limon Feald-beard Walnut that doth reach It's head to Heav'n almost the Olive Date The Baulm and Spice-trees which are good to eat See and admire the Hand of Providence Their Wonders virtues and their excellence Let others also view Earth's numerous guests And daily weigh the natures of the Beasts The Mysteries of Animals they may And their hid virtues to the World display Let them traverse th' Hercanian Woods and there The shaggy Lion and the cruel Bear The Elephant Rinocerot the Bore The Camel Bull Horse Asse a thousand more Behold and in black Chus his scorched plaines Draw out the Serpents from the sandy draines Consider there the Basilisk they may Who through his eyes his poyson doth conveigh The scaly Dragon spiteful Viper the Aspick and Adder and Tarantule Which puâ—s the stung into a Capering fit Then call for Musick that 's the cure of it Dâ—ynas and Dispas Scorpion and Eft Who tho but small to kill can make a shift The Horn'd Cerastes and the Crocadile Who daily stuffs his mighty paunch in Nile And let them the Camâ—lions various hue With worms and flies Bees other insects too Consider well and let them then proclame The virtues and the Wonders of the same Again let others with industr'ous bent View and review the other Element Peer into Rocks and on the Mountains Top See mighty Rivers infant springs burst up And let them weigh while others range the Woods The several virtues of the Crystal floods Let some behold the Cateracts of Nile Others the source of Tanais the while Some rapid Tigris others Euphrates Ganges and Plate great Rivers rather Seas Tagus and Rhyne and Rhone and Tiber too Arn Sâ—in and Po Ister and 〈◊〉 view Our silver â—â—is which upon the main 〈◊〉 born smels purges and grows sweet again Th' Effects and Operations then Recount Of the day cold and the Night-scalding fount Of Athamas whose cold and Crystal Flood Gives living flames unto the drenched Wood. Or Silarus or the Ciconian streames That wood convert to solid stone it seems Or the Arcadian Well of which who drinks All other waters yea wine loathsome thinks Also Lincestus who drink much of it Do reel like Drunkards in a drunken fit A thousand more scarce credible and then The medicinable waters good for men The Bathes of Bathe Bangers in Gascony And Bajae famous once in Italy Then to their Fish-boat with their tackle try To draw from Brooks the Silver-coated fry The speckled Trour the Barbel Tench and Ele The dainty Salmon Cherin Lampry Seile And â—ny more Then hoist into the Seas Where great variety their minds may please Where they as many several wonders view May as in th' Earth and airy Regions too Th'row NEPTUNE'S waâ—'ry Regions let them go To THETIS Coral-garnish'd Court below There let them view the shrubs the Trees the Pearls The Syrens Mearmaids Tritons with their shels And all the Fishes that do daily sport Themselves within great NEPTUNE'S liquid Court There they may Philanthropic Dolphins see The Whirle-Pool Whales the terrour of the Sea Leviathans the Sturgions Amia's The Cuttles Tunnys Prawnes and Remora's The Pearl-Fish Oysters Sargus Cantharus The Mullet Herring Uranoscopus With many more which in that Region swarm Of sund'ry sizes qualities and Form There they the qualities of the Sea to know May strive how it doth daily ebb and flow Its virtues properties how like a Lover The Earth embraces and yet flows not over And seeing these Aâ—cana's of the flood May preach the wonders praise the Name of God Also let others winged th'row the air Propitiously their noble courses steer And let their constant minds be dayly bent Upon the wonders of that Element There they may ransack every cave and house That doth belong to boistrous Aeolus The several Regions of the air they may With Hails and Snows and Rains and Frosts display With Dews and Comets Exhalations Thunder Mists Blasts and Fâ—mes and Lightnings full of wonder They too consider may when they are there The winged people of the moving air Up to the Eagles Eyrie may they run And see the Eaglets face the dazling Sun Scorning to wink for by this certain sign Fowles Prince knows that her brood is genuine Thence to the Arabian spicy woods they hast May and behold the Phaenix in her nest The Whilst her spicy bed begins to burn And her consumeth in her fragrant urn Straight way the ashes in her dainty Tomb Take life and so the grave becomes the womb Of a new Phaenix from whose ashes rise Another
things in the World do shew The mighty wonders of Man's pregnant Brain The Muses and Apollo's wits it drain Would should they go about but to recount The same indeed they Number do surmount But whosoe'r Contemplates Man may see The matchlesse Wisdom of Heav'n's Majesty Thâ—se are the Seas of endlesse Wonders where God's admirable power doth appear For who-soe'r into these depths doth go Shall the Creator's Wonders see and know Into which Seas infinitude I fear So slender ' vessel as mine own to steer Nor am I suffer'd now to swell my verse These things although Arcana's to reherse Nor yet Geography's fair Lists to enter Fair Eâ—ROP'S limits or great ASIA'S Centre To speak of or to tell what bounds do close Scorch'd AFRICK AMERICA what Seas To say what River Mountain Lake or Ground Or Seas do such and such a Countrey bound To tell each soil's abundant fruitfulnesse It s divers properties and various dresse To say where grows the sweetest Grain and where Best wine what Lands best Hemp and cordage bear What Countrey Timber Cattel Silk and Lead Yeelds Where most Mines are where best Horses bred The Countreys temp'raments the peoples manners Religion Laws Rites Customs Habits Honors These things I leave to others to reherse They come not here in compasse of my Verse For should I lanch into so vast a Main My slender Barque could ne're return again Although indeed all these be Wonders great They are not those of which I mean to treat Fill'd with a fire that now inflames my Soul That with strong ardors in my Breast doth roul That fill's me with a sacred rage and beares Me from the Earthly into mystic Sphears I write Know therefore this World two-fold is Fill'd with a curse and yet retains a blisse Full of deformity and uglinesse Though washed over with an outward dresse And yet there is a part that doth indue The Robe of happinesse and beauty too In one part stand great BABEL'S lofty Towers SODOM'S profane and AEGYPT'S wicked Bowers Where LUCIFER triumphs and raignes as King In 's Throne of Evil and his Court of Sin Sorrow and Care Labour and Toyl and Swet Trouble vexation round about him set Here SATURN'S Lord though 't is by usurpation Here he committeth spoil and devastation Here his great Princes with their Hellish art His Stygian Vice-Royes govern each a part Who here malâ—gning mortals happinesse Do cause them one another to distresse Here bloody wars the stained Campaine spread With mangled Limbs and Bodies butchered Here is the Chrystal turn'd to Crimson flood Distained with the gore of humane blood Here thousand Orphans thousand Widows stray Here thousand Captives chain'd are led away Here Famine rageth here contagions spread That scarce the Living can intert the Dead Here sicknesses and all diseases are Here miseries unhappinesse and care Here also all the sinnes in order range Provoking all Men â—or to take their swinge Here avarice here cruelty and here Lusts murthers rapines drunkennesse appear Here Ryot Luxuries and wantonnesse Here also pinching scraping and excesse Deceit and cheating have their Residence Within the vast Realms of this mighty Prince Within the circuit of great BABYLON Where mighty LUCIFER has pitch'd his throne Where like a Prince and like a Lion stout For 's prey he wâ—lks his Countrey round about In th' other part of this great Universe Which mask'd to mortals yet true beauty wears IERUSALEM and blessed Sâ—ON stand With famoâ—s Edâ—â— and the Holy-Land Fair Paradise felicites bless'd site Where pleasure and unwearied delight Where Plenty Peace where Justice Righteousnesse Where Truth Love Piety and Happinesse Dwell sweetly link'd There still a springing green And constant verdure sans decay is seen No Winters blasts no stormy Rages there No wars nor cruel Discords once appear No vices Vipers brood no blood nor murther No cheats deceits no Rapines nor disorder No Lusts nor avarice nor base impiety No cursing Men blaspheming of the Deity No Oaths nor Rancor no injustice nor Ambition Envy Stimula's to war Can there approach here only dwels community Peace Meeknesse Love Truth Wisdom Joy and Unity Here King of this part sacred Iesus sits Who to his Vice-Roys also parts commits The holyâ— Angels under whose command They with impartial Iustice rule the Land And for the good of mortals still expose Their vigor to the Rigour of our Foes Our Stygian foes who were it not for them From th' Earth would quickly root the mortal stemm All that both good and blessed doth appear All that 's delightful or contentful here All that is beautiful or doth delight With hurtlesse pleasures both our heart and sight Proceedeth from the Happy Influence Of this part of the world Likewise from thence Proceeds our health mortals chief wealth content Blisse Joy peace concord and true Blandishment All that both Evil and accursed is All that is ugly and all bane to Blisse All that is hurtful poyson sicknesse death All discords wars infections jarrs beneath On th' other side comes from the Influence Of that part where inthron'd sits Hel's black Prince Now were That gone this Earth an Hell would be And were not This here we 't an Heav'n should see So that this Eart'hs a medly checquer'd still With black and white compos'd of Good and Ill. The darker part where Sathan rules doth here Perspicuously to mortal eyes appear Th'rowout the world and blessed Paradise Obscur'd by clouds is hid from mortal eyes And as it were triumph'd upon and fled From th' Earth and thence for ever banished What said I hence for ever banish'd No I must recant and if I did say so For â—illed now with a prophetie Rage My Life and all that 's dear to me engage I dare I will that Sathan's tumbling down And shall bereft be both of Rule and Crown E'r long this Earth so long the Stage of Hell Love's blessed influence e'r long shall feel Cherâ— Saints and tremble all you wicked crue A Day of blisse of sorrow be to you It shall Chere Hearts Night's sable blacks are gon And fait Aurora now begins to dawn Turn to the East your long-expecting eyes And see this Sun in his bright lustre rise His Kingdom then no longer shall be hid Nor under clouds of darknesses abide None then shall say where is this Kingdom where This Paradise for then it shall appear In all its lustre th'row the Earth and then Iesus alone shall raign the King of Men. Nothing but Peace and Righteousnesse shall flow With Joy and Blisse and all content below Then shall IEHOVAH'S gracious will be done On Earth as now in Heav'n by every one For this end was the Earth created shall The end not be for which God made this ball Effected then for hitherto we see The Devil King was of this Globe not he But now he shall be King alone with shame â—ell banish'd Earth I A TRUE PROPHET AM. But now my thinks your words assault mine ear Where 's Paradise desirously you
stay Tiburtius 't is not thou canst keep Food from these Martyrs Christ will feed his sheep And tho ten thousand Iron barrs behem He in the foulest hole will feast with them A sacred Angel now Hel's Rage withstands And notwithstanding his severe Commands Brings ev'ry day food to these close shut up With which they bountifully dine and sup In vain Tiburtius every day enquires Which of the constant brothers first expires In vain he waits and still in vain he may To hear the cruel cut-throat keepers say That they were starv'd to death He waites in vain Raging therefore he now will have them slain This cruel Monster and right Stygian Heir Doth now a walk of burning Coales prepare And cruel forces these two Saints to stalk With naked feet upon this fiery walk The glowing Coales charg'd by the Angel so Kisse their sweet feet unhurt as they do go Fast locking up their burning quality As splendant Gemms under their feet do lye But all this will not serve their turns for now Unto IOVES Image they are bid to bow Instead of Iove to Iesus strait they cry When one of his blest Chore doth thither flye Touching the Idol with his sacred hand Prodigiously converts the same to sand The brasse resolv'd to dust falls on the ground Whilst Heathen Iesu's blessed Name reâ—ound Such were the acts of holy Angels then Frequent tho now so seldom seen by men And what 's the reason that these Sons of Light Seem as it were now to eschew our sight Why don't they now appear as they were wont To do in former ages and why don't They shew their kind familiarity But hide themselves in vail'd obscurity Some think the sins of Men the cause and sure Angels love to converse with none but pure Men like themselves and though this may not be The only Cause of their obscurity Unto our outer eye yet sure I am Man's inner converse hinder'd by the same Is for while Men lye plunged in the mire Of sinn they cann't behold these sparks of fire Others suppose the Church confirmed now Has no such need as heretofore for to Be strengthened therefore Angels don't appear And therefore miracles now ceased are Others do think and sure their reason 's good Since God himself put on our flesh and Blood And since that Iesu's blest Humanity For ay inthroned is in Heav'n on high That Mortals should Spiritualized be And him by Faith in Truth and Spirit see For the Internal World 's now open'd are And Spiritual Treasures more then e'r they were So that Man now converse with Angels may In a more Spiritual and nearer way For Angels tho they don't appear do Love Men as they did and round him daily move For to defend him from all hurt and Harm With Magic vigour of their powerful arm They willing are still to converse with Men Who lay aside the letting Vailes of Sin But what 's the reason seeing Spirits have Such power here that th' Ill do not bereave Man of his Life and with their shapes affright Him from his Reason Wits and Sences quite Why don't they haunt Man with continual terror And shew themselves in tâ—eir dread shapes of horror Why don't they muster all the Winds and tear The Rocks aâ—â—â—nder and the Mountains bear Unâ—o some City pashing with the stones Both Towers and Walls Houses and Men at once Why don't they move the Raging Seas and make At once a Kingdom or a Land a Lake And sith a power to slaughter men they have Why don't they sweep whole Townes into the grave Beeing they are to mischief alwayes bent Why make they Man to be their Instrument The Devil Mans subtle and crafty foe Charges his slaves that they thâ—mselves do show Tâ— none but such whom he'â— assured are 〈◊〉 and bound 〈◊〉 his Iron snare For he 's affraid if he should men affright With the black shadows of the dismal Night And should in 's horrid shapes be seen that they Sith Men in fear are then most apt to pray For help to God should through a sence of fear On goodnesse think and from their sins forbear And lest that many who no Hell believe Now he by this meanes should re-undeceive Beside the shame of their foul blot and stain From oft appearing doth them much restrain For they do know Man knows their fall and strait They hang their heads if he the same relate Therefore they 'r much enrag'd if any spy Them will they nil they with an inner eye But chiefly this restrains them Well they know Their ministry and what they are to do Spiritual is and that they need not come In shapes nor Corporeity assume They are to tempt Man unto Sinn and they That very well can do a better way Than to be seen into the fancy presse They do and there suggest all wickednesse Sleeping and waking Night and Day they do Disturb the fancy and the sences too So that they 'l not appear unto the eye Except they think they an advantage spy But why Man's Life they do not take away Nor all the order of the World destroy Is this IEHOVA whose black slaves they be Holds in his Hand their chaines extremity So that like Bandoggs they may bark and grin But cannot hurt unlesse he lose the chain Which loos'd for sinnes correction strait they rome And upon man with rage and fury come Likewise we must not think the Angels idle But that they still their rage and fury bridle Opposing still the rigor of their armes Against the venom of their spells and charmes So that with wisdom and with might they can Avert their plots and stratagems from Man But I suppose did God give Sathan leave He would not Men as most suppose deprive Of Life tho I confesse his furious spight Effect much harm and desolation might For what good would it do for him to Crown At once the whole World with a Martyrdom For what good would it do him to destroy Man for himself by it he 'd more annoy 'T is not this Life of Man he seeks but the Soul's company with him Aeternally Therefore he 'd have Men in prosperity And 's loth to see them in Adversity In easâ— and pleasure Men to sin are subject Disease stirs up to a Caelestial object If Sathan should Man's hand so agitate That he should burst in twain the thread of Fate Of any one answer shall he the fact If that his will concurr'd not with the act Then Daemonaicks must be guilty too Of whatsoe'r they in their fits do do Sathan knows well enough what e'r ill in Their minds he puts imputed sha'n't for sin Be unto them unlesse their will they shall Conjoyn thereto This sin we rightly call Therefore he tempts well knowing that he can Not hurt for Man himself must murther Man Hâ—rt from himself doth flow but cunning he Makes Man betray himself to misery But if that any persecute he wou'd His Rage
and spight would be against the Good Whom he should think were past his reach or those Who naked should themselves to him expose Hoping thereby to make them sin or that They should grow through oppression desperate But God who bounds the Seas doth Hell command And binds the Devils with the self-same Hand Man as the Sages not untruly say'd Peculiar Genii has both good and bad Each good Man has an Angel guardian And evil Daemon has each evil Man For to attend upon him one doth still Egg Man to Good the other unto ill As doth a careful Nurse attend the child She suckles lest by harm it be beguil'd Or hurt and as she joys to see it grow In strength and all perfections even so The Angel tuâ—ular attends his Ward And daily it doth from all evil guard He joys to see his charge to grow apace In Heav'n's perfections and the strength of Grace He guards his charge from ills and doth undo Hel's plots and snares and stops his fury too And were it not for such an Angel's guard To shun Hel's snares a Saint would find it hard What owe we then unto Heav'n's Love that sends So good a Nurse that Man so frankly tends So evil Men ill Daemons wait upon Who joy to see them in Hel's Races run They have their several charges too and they Also upon their charge attend alway Each seeks his charge to hale to TOPHET even As the good Angel to bring his to Heaven Sometimes these Genii bodies take and then Themselves they do exhibit unto men For Bishop Bruno heard a voyce cry thus No Bishop I am thy ev'l Genius E're long I 'le fetch thee and e're long indeed A Roof fell down upon his cursed head So Marcus Brâ—tus his ev'l Genius spy'd Whose Fate presag'd the night before he dy'd Cassius Parmensis saw a Daemoa that With horrid looks presag'd his evil Fate Who being asked what he was he thus Reply'd I am thy evil Genius Good Men likewise have their own Genii seen And with them also conversant have been Bâ—din relates a story of a Man Who was directed by his Guardian Angel at all times who forewarn'd him still That he prevent it might of any ill That threat'ned him or if he did not well He by some sign him of it still would tell And ev'ry morning such his holy care Was him awak'd and stir'd him up to prayer And every night he in a dream did shew Those accidents that should next day ensue So that he was fore-armed still and thus Preserv'd till Death by his good Genius One Iacob Behre a very pious Man By prayer obtain'd an Angel Guardian Which both himself and 's Wife saw every Night About their Bed like to a shining Light Such is God's Love and such the Angels care That we as children they as Nurses are I do believe that there are many now That by the guidance of their Angels go Steer as they do direct are guided by And have converse with their own Genii And tho men may not often see their own Genii and though themselves they have not shown Often unseen they act and do direct Our actions and us from Hel's harms protect They do inspire us and as God commands Sometimes they help sometimes with-hold their Hands Good Angels help good men the evil still Entice and draw them to the pits of ill Most men are by Good or ' ill Genii led In all their actions tho they 'r undescry'd Therefore behold within the Globe I paint An Angel Guardian waiting on a Saint An evil Daemon which another leads Who in the pathes of sinn and Tart'rus treads But the deep Magic of each mystic Sphear We shall below at full describe not here We here proceed shall tho in homely garb To shew the Myst'ries of this outer Orb. 〈◊〉 This Woâ—ld from th' inward Worlds its being gat And of their natures doth participate The curse with blessings good with bad doth blend Both Centres hither do their forces send This is the stage on which both act 't is here Their influence and power doth appear This is the field in which these powers do band And strive which of them may Man's heart command This is the receptacle here below For Heav'n and Hell their Wonders both to shew So that here is as 't were conjoyn'd in one Both Sodom Aegypt and Ierusalem The Devil crafty in his hellish art Rejoyced much to see this World produc'd From two more inward beings now he us'd His utmost skill and it stood him upon This World's and Adam's soul in union For to conjoyn For well he thereby knew A place of pleasure should to him accrew Infernal Spirits find some ease when they Imbody in some earthly bodies may The herd of Swine they 'd rather enter than Return into their smoaky hole agen Leaving their fiery Centre they as 't were Come forth of prison for to take the ayr Here they disport themselves and closely lurk With eagernesse to do their fathers work Which is to draw th' immortal Souls of men For to inhabit their Sulphurious den The Devils tremble when they think upon This outward Fakrick's dissolution For then more strictly shall they wrapped be In their own Centre to Aeternity This wily Serpent all his craft did use His poyson th'row this Earth for to diffuseâ— Which he no way effect could b' Adam's lapse Only a way is made He him intraps Assaults his free-will doth expose to view This World 's rare beauties when 't was formed new Shews him the tree forbid whose dangling fruit So pleasing with a new made creature suit He well knew would This was the only gate By which he hop'd to overthrow him at He knew beâ—orehad the sad consequence Of Adam's â—all Therefore he strives from whence He waâ— created to attract him and Thereby to lessen him of his Command Adam was King sole Pâ—ince and Lord of all The Eaâ—th but lost it by his fatal fall Sathan knew he millions of Souls should gain By this meanes to encrease his hellish train And hop'd it may be for to conquer all That should produc'd be on this earthly Ball If Adam should not fall he likewise knew He in this World should nothing have to do But should be banish'd quite which is the state Is promised for which the Angels wait To see Hel's power banish'd Heâ—v'n's alone To have with this World's Spirit union Then shall the curse be fled and Paradise To flourish here we shall see with our eyes But Adam's fatal lapse from what to what In briâ—f my slender Muse shall now relate Th' Aeternal one or th' one Original Th' internal World's which Principles we call Or his right hand or left hand Wrath oâ— Love Considering doth with his Spirit move On them what Images there Spiritual Were he gave them substance corporeal And by his Fiat this great Machine made Of nought and in such
did this mighty Kingdom colonize Because we would be free here we Command Are Kings there servants did obedient stand We are grown mighty and our powers we 'l try To make all World's bow to our Majesty Our fires Love's Waters shall consume we 'l see Who shall be greatest either I or he A World betwixt us not long since was made Wrath's essence there as well as Love's was shed Ours made Rocks stones flints Mines of Iron and Lead His Rivers Trees Ayr Gold and Silver bred In ordering them there was an higher hand Which to conjunction did them both Command And strange such opposites should mixed be In every thing in equal Harmony But that Usurper got the upper ground And under his our Essence strictly bound So that he Lord was ours a slave and thus He thought for aye to Lord it over us O how I raged O how the fire flew From my bright eyes how I shook Hell you knew Full well But yet no way there was that I For to release our essence could espy I a sworn Foe to Harmony did gret At Heart to see our essence bound and fret Did to behold my mortal Foe to sport Himself on Earth and call it his own Court. Making a Paradise of it whilst there I for to set a foot did scarcely dare O how I long'd for a confusion and To have my Essence like to his Command To vex me more and to encrease his blisse He made a Man for to enjoy all this By what I thought would hurt me most of all Gained I have the Rule of Earth's fair Ball No way our Essence to release was left But by the fall of Man alwayes to sift I then began In Paradise there stood A Tree was partly evil partly good This was to Man prohibited Love knew If he should eat thereof what would ensue For by that meanes alone our Essence might Released be Loves Essence put to flight I then bestir'd my self and by my guiles Made them to eat thereof who poor exiles Do now repent their fact their Joy and Blisse And every thing on earth subverted is Our essence now doth ev'ry where appear And like it self begins to domineer Now we 'l command the Earth Love's essence scoff For I intend you shall be Lords thereof Are not we mighty now who like to us Hah who can match us when we can do thus Our Foe who thought in Earth to captivate Us prison'd is thus alter'd is our state But let us now provide for th' Future Gain We may a Kingdom better than maintain It being got Our Foe hath footing there Still who will strive for to regain his share And beat us back again the which he can Ne'r do but by redeeming fallen Man About him all our strife will be for Love Still loves this Man all Creatures else above For him I know his Forces he 'l engage Therefore the World must be the fighting stage For our two Powers He 'd not let us have one Would Man obey him or with him Conjoyn But wee 'l deal well enough his Paradise Now cann't be seen wee 'l set before Man's eyes The Earth's vain pleasures which shall captivate Him to us rob him of his future state For present Pleasures far more pleasing are Than those hereafter promis'd few know where Wee 'l have a thousand wayes experience Shall make you masters in our Arts Commence For to beguile poor Man wee 'l do it tho We nothing gain by it to rob our Foe Of his delights But Man is mighty great Without him our Kingdom cann't be compleat Which is exceeding vast you know it wants To fill each corner such inhabitants Who most men gain shall I with Love do vie Nor can he Man's Soul Correct more than I. He without Man cannot his Wonders show Nor I without him what my power can do Therefore when one you gain'd have to your lore He 'l sooner gain to you a thousand more But all of you mark this No Soul doth come In flesh no Babe springs from its Mothers womb But that my Foe a little spark doth place The which he calls his Image or his Grace Within the Centre of its Soul This then You must endeavour to root out of Men And in its place place mine for that once gon He 's perfect with us and is sure our own But if extinguish it you cann't I say Smother't with the World's pleasures what you may And be you sure it ne'r begins to glow For if it does the better gains our Foe I know you will be circumspect therefore To such free Agents need I say no more But go and do your work maintain our might Within the World against Love's power fight My ayd you shall not want Go mighty Prince Lord of the ayr with all your Forces hence March to the lower Orb Do thou abide I' th' Airy Regions over storms preside Tempests and blust'ring Winds Do thou direct Some naughty influence from bad aspect To new-born Infants with blasts mildews blites Afflict the Earth and spoil her best delights Mighty Baalzebub follow him and be Thou Lord of discord plagues discordancy Man Beast and Earth falls under thy large Lot Do thou Men disunite send murrain rot Amâ—ng the Beasts send Locusts vermine and Do what thou canst for to aâ—flict the Land Great Belial with thousand Legions wend Thou next into the Earth thy Forces bend To make of no effect Love's goodnesse seek Holy Idea's in Man's mind to break Disturb his intellect Chymera's vain Strange untrue fancies cause thou in his brain Next Pitâ—on go with thy innumerable Legions of Daemons be throu strong and able For to pervert the Truth infatuate Man's understanding Cause him Truth to hare Potent Samaeliel Saâ—â—an Enemy To Love and goodnesse thou thy Forces try Justice for to pervert Wrath Terror Ire Disperse th'row out the World set all on fire And bring confusion if thou canst For us Do thou destroy all things Asmodeus Thou fiery Spirit raise such to the seat Of greatnesse who Lovâ—'s Forces may defeat With Pride and Cruelty indue them Hie Thou next with thy Troops bitter Meriri Seek thou to hinder Man's perfection Disturb his happinesse and union With our Foe Love and let thy Pride expresse Thy high and mighty Forces statelinesse Next march swift Asteroth to men of Parts Make known our secrets Sciences and Arts Let 't be thy work continually to fill Their busie brains with our delighting skill Ten thousand Legions I assign to thee Abaddon Spirit of Impiety Take thou away all comfort sicknesse death Destruction cause to all that are beneath Thy power Mammon tho the last nor least For thy power reach shall from the West to East See that that thou all dost cause the world to love Preside o're riches and all things that move Below the Moons sphear tie the world to Man And they cann't mount unto Loves Kingdom thenâ— Under your banners march may those mixt sp'rits
Plenty of Goods and great possessions Here dangles Pleasures here Morality Good Carriage Parts and civil honesty Degrees of State whence Kings and Lords arise Earles Barrons Knights Gentry Nobilities Here Power and Authority and here This Bow innate Concupiscence doth bear On th' other side all manual Arts and Trades In clusters hang among the greener shades Here you may find both Grammer Rhetoric With Logic opticks and Aâ—tlâ—etic Musick Physicks Metaphysicks too With Geometry hang dangling in your view Astronomy and Geography there Astrâ—logie and Surgery appear Here nat'ral Magic and Theology Accompan'ed with antique Poetry Here Chimistry Ethicks oeconomicks Phisosophy all sorts and Politicks With many more do grow This is the food Which Man's Soul eats and finds it very good If that you well revolve these in your mind Nor Good nor Bad them in themselves you 'l find Yet may toâ—poyson be converted or Made wholsome nourishment convenient for Man's soaring Soul Here the two opposite Worlds forces often meet and strongly fight Both would his Cooks be both desire to carve Both willingly would at his Table serve That they their Tinctures might infuse for meats Do operate much in his Soul that eates For Beauty which a pleasant harmony Of Blood and humours is just symmetry Of all the parts no evil is nor is 't A sin to have it or a sin to mist't Yet Sathan this to poyson may convert If thorow it he should elate the heart Make those that it possesse make 't nothing worth By spending precious Time to set it forth Sathan endeavours thorow it to cause Pride and to make them greedy of applause To dresse it forth with highest vanities To make adorers with their wanton eyes Then Lust creeps in with other sins and thus Beauty though good is evil made to us Loves Forces strive if thou hast Beauty to Make it most wholsom and good food for you He 'd make thee Chast and strive his Grace to set As Jewels in so fair a Cabinet Vertue shines brightest in a beauteous frame That graceth Beauty Beauty to the same Adds splendor Oft the Beauty of the Soul Is disregarded in a Face that 's foul Therefore if thou art beautiful thou art More fit to serve God with a purer heart For is't not fit that he who Beauty gave Before all others should thy Beauty have Thus pleadeth Love who 'd make it good and thus It may be made both Good and ill to us To ill the Devil would convert thy Wit And understanding by employing it In vanities or some ill Arts or by Converting it to guile or subtilty Loves power would draw it unto goodnesse and His sacred Mysteries to understand Cause by converting it to Wisdom so Wit may our Friend be or may be our Foe All Arts and Sciences may be abus'd Made Good if rightly Bad if wrongly us'd So nat'ral knowledge us indammage may But do great good if it we well employ So whilst that we inspect Astrology Or the starres motions by Astronomy View we may there Gods Wonders contemplate Which may to Earth our eager Love abate Whilst we in Natural Magic look and see The various Wonders that there hidden be We may with greater ardour praise his Name Who out of nothing thus all things did frame Thus it redound may to God's glory But It by temptation we do solely put Our mindes therein or greater things neglect For them or to the stars an indirect Power ascribe or natural Magic passe To necromancy or Hells arts alas How are we lost thus recreatâ—ons May help the mind or prove temptations To greater ills Thus Logick may be bent For to maintain Errors by Argument And Syllogisms when the Truth it shou'd Alone maintain Thus bad it proves Thus good So Rhetoric with all its figures may A false cause to Truth 's prejudice display What may do greater good than may the Tongue And yet what is there that doth greater wrong So Eloquence which should to heaven invite By Satans means doth unto Hell excite How good a fruit's divine Theology Yet it by Satan may corrupted be How many Errors Schisms Heresies Strange Fancies Whimsies horrid Blasphemies Hath sprung from those who thus have study'd by Our Adversarie's subtle ingeny Caus'd Musick Satan doth impoyson too And makes more hurt than good by it accrue To most for those whose minds he doth possesle It stirs to Lust provokes to wantonness Allures to riot and to vanityâ— Thus is't the fruit made of the evil Tree When that it should so minds to Heav'n erect Do find it unto happiness direct Our fleeting thoughts and by those warbling measures Ravish our souls from earth to Heavens pleasures Make us to enter contemplation Of those sweet voices which before the Throne Sing evermore with Halalujahs raise Our duller spirits and make us sing with praise Heav'n's mercies to us and above the poles Divinely carry our harmonious souls Where in a kind of extasie a bliss Not to be spoke they find Thus good it is And now my heart glows with a sacred fire Just is my zeal nor sinful is my ire Gainst those vitiators who in these our times Make Poesie hateful by their wanton rithmes Who feel no sacred glowing heats who prize No flames but what come from their Mistress ' eyes Leave off you looser rithmers cease your pains For shame and trouble shall be all your gains Abuse no longer what in times of old God hath himself made use of to unfold His sacred Mysteries nor let it be Made by you thus fruit of the evil Tree Luxurious wits who feed on Poetry Are thus by subtle Satan drawn awry Whilst they the creame of wit do spend to grace With Eulogies some disproportion'd face Let these low lines you witty ones excite Your ready quills on some such theame to write Then shall mine cede to yours not while you erre And mortal beauties do to heav'n preferre The end of Poesy is the praise of God Us'd to that end it is exceeding good The food of man's soul thus describ'd you see The fruits are of the the good and evil Tree Which may be made or good or bad or so Bring Man to blisse or everlasting woe Therefore take heed to Satans subtle traine That by these fruits thy soul he may not gain For here he shews his cunning and his skill To make thee only feed upon the ill Heav'n's forces strive and if thou wilt obey This Tree shall be the Tree of good and joy And since we must upon it feed we shou'd Eschew the Evil and accept the Good The subtle Serpent our sworn foe with his Vast Troops do use to keep us from our bliss A thousand wayes a thousand stratagems And tricks he haâ—â— he round about behemms Our yielding 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 about he sets To catch us â—â—st his strong and wide spread nets Hel's Troops like Ants do never idle stand But movâ— about Earth's mighty Moles and All wayes to gain the Soâ—l of Man to
be too Lest they with pinguitude his Soul imbue And make's lesse apt to search those hidden arts Which Hell to his obedient ones imparts But if he in them Master will Commence He must attain it by obedience To whatsoever Hell commands for he Must gain the Will then act by sympathy He now it may be for some yeares hath serv'd This Principle nor from his Laws hath swerv'd But still obedient been nor his desire Thereto doth slack implete with hellish fire His serving Dâ—emon still attending too With Stygian vigor doth his heart imbue Pleases his fancy with some stranger art Hels sacramental Mysâ—eries impart He doth till at the last he doth bequeath To him the fruits of the black Tree of Death Rough hairy Satyrs with their cloven feet And staring eyes if that a stranger meet Should all alone in some dark Wood and night How pitifully would they him affright â— Or any other ill-shap'd monster yet A fâ—equent sight no wonder would beger And should such Satyrs often be with him No whit at all affrightful would they seem So those dark Spirits apparitions might Man 's weaker sences at the first affright But after some familiarity No fear at all would be especially To those whose natures as their natures be In a strict league with Hell and would be such Did not their Souls in a flesh'd body couch Toads are not venomous to Toads nor is The Lion truculent to those of his Kind nor are Monsters frightful unto theirs Satyrs to Satyrs not are Bears to Bears So Man whose Soul 's drench'd in the Stygian pool Thinks not Hel's worst deformed spiriâ—s soul. And this they know or else I do suppose They'd not so boâ—dly their strange shapâ—s disclose Hel's mighty Prince sees now his servant â—it To see his Kingdoms pomp he doth commit The charge thereof to some great Prince who goes To him and thus his message doth disclose Hel's mighty Monarch Prince of Acherâ—n Great Duke of Styx Primate of Phlegiton Of Lethe Earl great Lord of Cocyâ—â—â— of deep Avernus Orcus Eâ—ebus And of the whole dark world best part of this Gain'd by his forces and now joyn'd to his My soveraign Leige hath sent me unto you His faithful servant with his leave to shew Our Kingdom 's glory whereby you may see That you do serve no petty Majesty Our high and mighty Prince hath had regard To all your services he now reward Will your fidelity he Crowns and thrones As well as LOVE hath for his faithful ones A Throne and Crown he hath prepar'd for thee And of our Kingdom thou a Peer shalt be When thou this Body shalt put off and set Thy Soul at liberty which now doth let Perfect enjoyment In the mean time tho This favour 's granted that I thee may show Our pomp and Glory art thou willing say To whom Hel's servant thus without delay Great Prince and servant to our soveraign King What joyful news is this that you do bring I scarce contain my Soul What shall I see The glory of his Stygian Majesty E'r I depart this VVorld this favour would More strictly bind me his and if I could Be more his than I am what in this Ball I have I willing am to part withall To purchase this Love's great inticements I Abhor and do spontaneously deny Come let us go I burn with strong desire For to be in and see this Orb of Fire Hel's Nuncio thus speaks Valiant heart delay I will not thou thy hearts desire enjoy Shalt and when thou hither returnest then Thou shalt be Hel's highest Magitian Such gifts we will bestow and thou shalt see Before thou back returnst what Gifts they be Your staffe is needlesse nor your Horse-you need For I am able to make greater speed For whilst that you can ride a League assoon I can be mounted higher than the Moon I can transport your Corpse no need of that There is at this time for our Journey 's not So great only make fast your Closer door That none may enter to disturb you for Your Body here shall lye Then shall you see How nimble Spirits without Bodies be You misse it shall not for you 'l think you bear It still but feel it lighter than the Ayr. Alasse that is a prison to the Soul She free from that is then without controul Nor could that bear indeed what you will feel Be'ing made of flesh nay were it made of steel It could not 't would consumed be your sp'rit Can bear the punctions of eternal Night Being in union with us and may passe Into our Kingdom for your Nature as Ours is your sences will be open too You 'l think you see feel hear as now you do But why do I forestal you thus Delay I will no longer Come I 'le lead the way This spy'd his hand upon his eyes he lay's To which Ethaean stupor he conveighs Down falls his Carcasle like a Trunck bereft Of Life no sence is in his Body left His Spirit 's fled and by Hel's Fiend is brought Into that Kingdom swiâ—ter than a Thought Thus then he felt himself He was like one Who in his sleep sees some strange Vision And dreams himself awake but yet doth find Some kind of misty Aâ—oms which do blind His sight from a clear view He thus at first Did find himself untill he farther thrust Was from 's attractive Corpse He nimbly than And with a clearer sight to mount began Thus then his Jornal was Nor Moon nor Sun Nor any other Star upon him shon But yet not quite of Light devoy'd he had Such as wherewith a misty ev'ning's clad A kind of twylight Earth nor raging Seas Nor any thing but misty ayr he sees A circling Cloud darker then pitch appears Vast and of huge extent aloft it rears In forms of Cliffs and pointed Rocks The Sp'rite Thus speaks these pitchy cloudy mounts in sight Impale our Kingdom 'T is Avcrâ—â—â— call'd With such continued Rocks our Kingdom 's wall'd This is the Entry Here involved lies Continual Light none there a Ray espies Of any Light part of this Rock God threw In't Aegypt when that thicker darknesse flew Th'row out the Land our dearest servants he With our own weapons plagues continually 'T is not so dark within the pale now this Is caused by Antiperistasis And that cold Region which ingendreth hail And thunder which when Icy clouds assail Each other's made becomes so violent From two contraries which from both sides sent Causes its forces shrink together so More violent pent in lesse room they grow This darknesse then flies from that Light within And from the Light Woâ—ld's shine so lies between Shrouding together pressing close and thick Fast cleaving closely doth together stick These palpable dark clouds they enter where He doth a thousand shrecks and howlings hear Cursings Blasphemings swearing murmuring voycâ—â— Bellowing with a thousand ugly noyses But horrid darknesse so encompas'd him That who these noyses made could not be seen
Besides an ugly filthy stink he simelt An horrid tast clove to his tongue he felt The dark clouds presse upon him Th'row they passe And with swift steps leave this abhorred place B'ing past his truchman thus What you did hear Caus'd was by Spirits that inhabit there Who spoâ—ting were together Teter haggs In th' outward World feed these with shriâ—'led baggs The which they suck There dwell the Incubi And Succubi deformed Spirits lye By millions there those who desire to feed On humane morsels such who shed their seed Into old Haggs and these are those which they Call down to their assistance these obey To â—eâ—er charmes oyntments persumes and these Appear to them in various shapes and please Them with their antic Tricks make hoggs to dance On hinder feet platters to skip and prance With such like sports make Cows and Cattel languish And mortal men strike too with pain and anguish And these old haggs command unlesse they are By the other World resisted then they dare Not do 't These are our slaves we them command And when we need them on our â—rrands send In these th' old Haggs delight for ofâ—en they Such power they have their Bodies do conveigh From place to place and often meet theirsp'rights Their Bodies left where fed with grosse delights They back return These are our Prince's slaves Who bring him many Souls when that the graves Their Bodies take But oft times these do flye And tear in pieces as in sportful play Those whom they serv'd when that their date is outâ— Now we are Princes and alasse but flout Those powting Witches when with charmes they think To call us downt ' obey their dreiâ—y wink No we stir not but when our mighty Prince Imposes his Commands then wend we hence Into the World When that you do return These Sp'rites you heard shall all obey your charm Nay we and if our Prince that power gives But yet that power has no man that lives For to call down an Angel of his Throne He first with him must have high union Still on they passe upon the right handâ—stood Oblivious Lethe 'bout whose sâ—ow-pac'd flood Lay many sleepy Sp'ritâ— whose office was From that place to the outer World to passe With Pitchers full of that same Water by Which they brought Souls into a Lethargy And kind of stupor lest the sâ—ark of Love Whose nature 's agâ—l ' should with Life remove Their Syncopy to goodnesse On th' other side About dark Erebus as many ' bide There did who those Erebean waves did bear Into the Earth which they to Souls did share With liberal dole the which no sooner ta'ne But darknesse and obscurity remain There dos upon their souls which doth remove The glowing spark of the bright Light of Love Further they passe untill or last they come Unto th' joylesse extreams of Acheron Here he beheld many a naked soul Drench'd in those waves by Spirits black and foul Their Faces sad and heavy melancholick Nor were those Spirits there so brisk and frollick As those in other places which it seems Caus'd by the operation of these streams Was form'd like Death Despair sat in their eyes And every moment caus'd new miseries Others apace did thence that water bear Into the Earth which caused sad despair To souls that â—ast thereof Who passe this stream Their Bodies dead none may their souls redeem Over that stream they passe when that he hears Sad Lamentations for the Vale of Teares They enter'd had sliding along the Vale Cocytus ran upon whose banks did wail With lamentations sad whole troopes of Souls A stream of Teares into the River rouls From their sad eyes Before their faces hung Tablâ—ts of braâ—â—e where all that they had done In their life-time was wrot which now renew'd Their sorrow This Spectacle being view'd They furâ— er passe where scummy Orcus ran Wâ—â—h â—aetid waves from the cold Stygian Lake about whose most horrid banks he spy'd All sorts of evil Beasts The Stygian guide Thus spake Sâ—cst thou those mighty Herds these are The Souls of Men who did these natures bear Whâ—n they were on the Earth Yond' herd of Swine Were greedy Gluttons who with Beer and Wine And all the dainties that the Earth did yield Four times a day their greedy paunches fill'd Their belly was their God such natures then They had which here they have and shall retain Yond' herd of Goats were lustful persons those Grim Currs were such who ever would oppose Love's Reign and Kingdom snappish greedy and Such as were lawless Lords that grim-look'd band Of Lions Those rough Beares were such who still Dispoyl'd their Neighbours such who rob and pill With subtilty those wilely Foxes were Such as were envious speckled Toads now are Th' Avaritious Tigers Monsters Doggs too long 'T will be for to rehearse that numerous throng But crawling wormes Vipers all ugly Creatures Are such who once exactly bore their natures In hâ—mane shapes which now these forms retain And in this guise for ever shall remain This said they passe along Their way they take Directly now unto the Stygian Lake The Pool appears in sight an horrid stink Invades his nostrils e'r he gains the brink Like fâ—etid sut mixt with sulphurian fumes The slow-pac't Watâ—â— moves with Icy scumms Upon its surface than the brumal snow Far coldeâ— 't is upon its banks did grow Taxi with sable leaves darker than ink Or blackest pitch the water was the brink Dy'd was with sable hew the froery scum Left black impressions on the bank a fume More dark than Night in curling clouds arose The strongest poyson that on Earth's Orbs grows Is not by the tenth part so strong as that Cold-icy stream thousand of Souls there sat Shivering for cold when strait a Troop appears Of hâ—rrid Devils with long flagging Eares Down to their shoulders saucer eyes and lips Of mighty magnitude like souced tripes Hung lower than their chins their snaky haires Hung over their cornuted fronts like Beares Their feet and armes were their cruented pawes Were arm'd with bristles and advanced clawes With these they gripe those naked Souls then on Their shoulders hoyst them and away they run Come let us follow these the torments are The damn'd for ever and for ever bear In this same place thus said the guiding Fiend With hasty steps as fast as they they wend When presently they are arriv'd upon The burning Banks of fiery Plâ—geton In here they souse them Crys and shrecks they make But hard-heart Devils can no pity take Over and over here they plunge them then To cold-stream'd Styx they bear them back agen And thus by turns these torments with delight They give without a moment of respite Swiâ—â—er than Tygris or â—anubâ—â— this Tartarean River runs far hotter is Than boyling Liquor here it bubbles Fumes Which turn to Flame flow from its Sulph'ry wombs The banks are lick'd by Living flames from outâ— Of gapeing chincks both fire and brimstone spout
sensible cann't feel Material Fire or jerkes from whips of Steel Nor water-torments 't is an aking smart Most cruel sowr eager fierce and tart Astringent cold attracting harsh desire Which breeds a piercing prickling stinging fire Which turns to rage and enmity and that Stirs up the prickling if it groweth flat So feeds with fuel like a turning wheel It still runs round These are the pains we feel Suppose that one who has a strong desire Which burneth in him and he 's all on fire For to ascend a Mountain made of Glasse The which he knows impossible alasse He yet to do it strives and yet despairs He has no hope and yet desires nor dares To think he can yet trys he sees 't is vain Yet he desires and yet he cann't refrain Again he tries he cannot set his feet But down he slides this anguish doth begeâ— That rage and fury then desire again Renews the anguish Anguish rage that pain Begets and thus himself his tormeâ—t breeds So here our torment from our selves proceeds The which Eternal is The damned Crue And we our torments daily thus renew A strong desire we do here retain The which is mix'd with Anguish Grief and pain After the Heart of God not that we would Possesse it or dwell in it if we could We cann't have such a thought for we no lesse Than enmity eternally possesse Against what we desirerâ— we still despair We cannot hope yet still desiring are And what doth breed in us the greater wo Is 'cause that to Aeternity we know It so continue must anguish and smart A stinging prickling akeing sowr tart And horrid Grief torments us then again Desire breeds Anguish Anguish breeds our pain And thus though 't cannot be exprest we feel Aeternal Wrath like to a turning Wheel Which ever moves And this to you I tell The damned feel These are the pains of Hell Our Prince and we after the World was made Burn'd with a strong desire to invade That new-made Orb the which we could not do Untill our Cunning Adam overthrew Then we our Forces sent What myriads we Have gain'd to us your eyes shall witnesse be For 't is our nature to gain what we can We love the noble Company of Man If not why should we labour so we were Created of the substance your souls are And you like us may if you will become Here 's entertainment and enough of room You see how well I love you that I dare Hel's pains and secrets freely thus declare You may be sure that I would ne'r do thus Did I not you esteem as one of us And you 'd confirmed be e'r you return When that yo' ar enter'd where that fire doth burne You 'l understand what 't is you then in part As we do Wrath and enmity exert Will 'gainst the Orb of Love Nor what I tell Think strange would you of our own Principle Have us be ignorant or not to know From whence we came how enmity did grow Betwix'd the second Principle and us Forg t our former seats you 'd make us thus Like to you Mortals who by sicknesse what Before or Age in Youth they 'ave don forget We know moâ—e then you think we do alltho We it to Mortals very seldom show Come let us stay no longer you shall see Hel's pomp and 's mighty Stygian Majesty This said they both together go No flame Or lighter blaze from that dark fire came But 't was like a dark-glowing coal or like A d'outed Candle with a glowing week Here enter'd now he feels an enmity Against Love's Kingdom and the Deity He sees the Devils smells Sulphurian stinks Hears them blaspheme himself a Devil thinks Does as they do Thousands at first do meet Him in most horrid shapes with cloven feet With Dragons tailes and looks hard scaly hides Long-tusked teeth jawes gaping far and wide These usher them along He also saw Millions of Souls who in such shapes did draw Hel's faetid ayâ— a blast whereof would choke The earthly Globe their mouths spaâ— fire and smoak Their faces black as ink cornuted some And very few retain'd an humane form And those that did were bunch-back'd crooked lam'd One ey'd deformed and more ugly seem'd Than those with other shapes but now he met The greater Princes in their order set who 'd think that Hell should there retain the Form Of every thing that doth this World adorn Why not if Heav'n the purer forms of these Things uncorrupted bear the Species Impuâ—e and corrupted may not Hell With as much reason think you hold aswell Yea sure the Devils cloath themselves in all Shapes may excepting the Angelical As Angels cannot take a Devils hew So cannot Devils Angels shapes indue Both may an humane form for sure he that A soul can may a body agâ—â—â—te Thus then in brief the shew of Hell was when With this fell rabble in that fiery den A while he marched had A troop he met Of many millions in their order set Under their several Princes on each side Making a lane they do themselves divide Some they were mounted upon Elephants Some upon Camels and some vast Gyants Stood on their feet whose heads like waving Trees To shrubs did shadow those that to their Knees Scarce reach'd Some others in their Charâ—â—â— were And prauncing steeds do other Captains bear Some upon Wolves some upon Asses â—ide Some Lions Tygers Whales and Bears bestride All sorts of Instruments they bear Some horn Their shining fronts like yellow brasse adorn Some heads like Dragons some like Mastâ—â—â—â— bear With hispid mantles of dark pitchy hair Some hide their 〈◊〉 hides others are in â— Dragons scaly Coaâ— a Lions skinâ— Others indâ—e 〈◊〉 from their mouthes a stink Of smoak and 〈◊〉 send some soot and ink Spew some spit Toads and Spiders others flakes Oâ—â—ire and some instead of Hair have â—nakes Dangling about their â—ares and twisting round Their necks depend their tailes unto the ground Such kind of Forms all bear He still doth 〈◊〉 Thorow this mighty Tâ—â—op conducted was By all the chief untill at last he came Where seates a kind of Theatre did frame At th'upper end great Lucifer he saw Whose â—roâ—n keeps the Taâ—arean troops in aâ—e Sâ—tâ—on an Ebon Throne more black than Jet And round abouâ— him Hel's great Princes set According to their raâ—â—ks Great Lucisâ—r A sâ—ble Crown upon his head did bear One hand a Sâ—â—pter held the other bore A hissing Snake upon his back he wore Nothing but griesly hair more black than Night Under his sâ—percilious brow a Light Like 〈◊〉 coils came from his saucer eyes His rugged cheeks Like 〈◊〉 Rocks did rise With dented Vallies every time he spoke From 's hellish mouth came clouds of 〈◊〉 smoak Which intermixed were with flakes of fire His breast beset with â—air as stiffâ— as wire Boâ—e two great duggs from whence like spring-lersâ—ell 〈…〉 His Banner broke in twain hard by wasâ—een An humane Form triumphing over him With
a great Maâ—e an horned Devil stood Upon the Earth a mighty Dragâ—n trod Bearing a sable 〈◊〉 displâ—y'd on high In which was fairly 〈◊〉 VICâ—O 〈◊〉 This was to shew his trâ—umph over 〈◊〉 And Love's fair Oâ—â— in this fame 〈◊〉 an Realm and to shew them that here he reigns alone None but himself there sits upon the Throne On 's right hand set of that dark 〈◊〉 The potent Princes every one a Throne Possess'd Balzebub Sathan Asmodel Miriri Mammon Ast'roth Beliâ— With thousands more Commanding Dâ—â—mâ—ns who In strange and various shapes appear'd in view On 's left hand sat Prince Pride in 's face Disdâ—â—â— Pourtrayed was big were his looks his Train Hung lower than his Feet â— Peacooks pâ—â—me Shaded his hory Crest with strong perâ—â—â—â— His ' brodered Gâ—wn did smell pendanâ—â— did dâ—ck His flagging Eares black Chaâ—nes prâ—â—ing'd his neck Finer than all the rest he was one hand On 's side was plac'd a â—larâ—ing hellish braâ—d The other held Next him sat Envy who Did garments specâ—'d with swelling â—oads indue A meagre Face hâ— had and hollow Eyes Lean jawes thin neck and spinâ—y armes and thighs His Head aâ—guiferous a poyson strong Continually drop'd from his spungy Tongue At 's feet 〈◊〉 sat his servitour With Enmity who for his service bâ—re Two mighty Scorpiâ—â—◠〈◊〉 was next Who held his pawes continually convext With Clawes like iron 〈◊〉 a 〈…〉 He had no Ornaments 〈◊〉 hair did gracâ— His hellish Corpse Next furious fiery 〈◊〉 Quick flamâ—s and fiery darts sat belâ—â—â—ng forth His hands were arm'd with steel a Dragon's 〈◊〉 A crosse his shoulders with live Snakes was ty'd A Lions foce he had Next goatiâ—h Lust Sat in a Throne all over-spread with dust A stinking smell he-had the skins of Goats Were ty'd about him in the stead of Coâ—ts The down of Sparrows want of hair supply'd Upon his scalp his eyes on every side Still rowl'd about Tun-belly'd Drunkenâ—esse Sat next his ugly shape a Tongue expresse Cannot nor 's horrid brother Gluttony With thousands more whom the man's 〈◊〉 desâ—ry Did in their Pomp Amaz'd almost to see So many Princes 'bout Hel's Majesty He nearer drew when the great Prince of Hell Shaking his drieâ—y locks these words did yell Forth from his piâ—chy mouth black smoak and flame From 's cursed throat with 's words together came Welcom my Son unto these glowing parts I have considered thy great deserts For which I did permit that thou might'st see My Kingdom 's Glory and my Majesty Here is a Throne and here a Crown lies by For thee when it shall be thy destiny To leave the prison of thy Soul I do In the mean tiâ—â—â—ny power confirm on you Thou shalt my great Magâ—tian be and show Strange uncoth Wonders in the Orb below Hau Let this blast imbue thy fetid Soul Accepâ— may power and let none controul Thy might and force Go to the Tree of Death Eat of the fruit and so confirm my Breath Chuse what thou pleasest there is choice nay all If thou canst use them in the earthly Ball For our great Glory Our great Mysteries When thou hast earen thou wilt better prize VVhen thou shalt be confirm'd Love theâ— shall flye None in thy Heart shall ever reign but â— This said he nodded to the Prince that brought Him thither who conceiv'd his Princes thought Doing obeysâ—nce both withdrew and strait Towards the Tree of Death they ambulate A narrow Vale they enter where nor Tree Nor spire of grasse or any herb he see Coâ—ld on each side huge cloudy Rocks mount up Which hanging over almost kisse a top A thick dark shadow on the ground they cast From hollow crannies comes a â—aetid blast Which 'mongst the windings frames a murmuring voice And getting out 〈◊〉 horrid hissing noyse Doth make Thoâ—ow the midst a pitchy stream The which from Styx and other Rivers came Runs this they follow till they saw it shoot Its sooty waters at the very Root Of the mortiferous Tree in there it fell Conveighing thither all the dregs of Hell By which that Tree is nourished He now Lifts up his eyes and that strange Tree doth view The trunck more hard than solid steel for moâ—â—e With filthy spawn of Toads inclosed was Poyson of Asps instead of shining guâ— Thorow the bark from every limb did come Thrice fifty Cubiâ—â— scarce could close about Its mighty bole one every limb stretch'd out Hung crawling Vipers sucking with delight The juyce of Henbane and of Aconite From off the leaves which gave a filtâ—y stink And were more black than Pitch or blackest ink An horrid blast arising from the ground Concusse the leaves which make a dryery sound In their forc't Kissing Bitterer then sooâ— Mixed with Gall and Wormwood'd juyce the fruit Was which thick sparsed here and there did grow In sundryâ— coâ—ours on each sable bow A while he views this Tree Hel's horrid Fiend From 's smoaky throat at last these woâ—ds doth send Seest thou this stately Tree those Fruits I wis Are our Ambrosiâ— and our Nectâ—r is That humid â—â—yce you see no other 〈◊〉 But what grows here our Prince esteemeth good No Winter with its nipping frosts bereaves This lurid Tree of these his fable leaves Nor leaves nor blâ—ssoms adds the spring unto 't Nor yellow Autumn robs it oâ— its Fruit It thus continues as it is and tho We daily feed thereon it doth not grow Barren of â—ruit for tho we cul apace Others supply straitway their vacant place And should we off the Fruit we see now pull Next moment renders it again as full We need not fear but hâ—re is choyce enough For every Prince hath here his several bough Yon' fair spread arm whose fruit so rarely dy'd Spec't like the Peacock's tail yields food for Pride Yon Snake-betwisted bow Toâ—d-specled fruit Doth best the slaverâ—ng Chaps of Envy sute Yon' sire-coloured â—ome loves mighty 〈◊〉 Lust thinks that jeâ—â—y Apple better worth Yon' mighty Limb which bâ—â—reth Apples thrice As big as all the 〈◊〉 Loves Avâ—â—ice Yon' juicy Fruit which liquor doth express Thorow the skin loves beastly Drunkennesse And those two thick fruit-pressed limbs close by Belongs to wantonnesse and gluttony On that feeds sloth and that arm which you there Behold doth serve the Table of despair Yon' strange-shap'd Fruit which on that bow you â—ee Is suck'd upon by foul-mouth'd Perjury It 's endlesse to name all Rare Fruit beside All these we have upon the other side Step hither look hereâ—s gallant Fruit indeed Here 't is and if you please that you shall feed These are the Fruits will ope your dimmer eyes Will make you subtle and exceeding wise These these will shew the vertue of this Tree And I will tell you what those Apples be Seest that fair onewith Crimson-circleâ—deâ—kt And here and there with Characters â—espeâ—'t Should'st thou eat that as good a liâ—guist strait Should be as he that seâ—en years had â—â—t Poring on books enduring cold
Those are Aeternal these are quickly gon When that Earth's vainer Pleasures I behold To Heav'n's they seem like dung to mounts of Gold Or like a pibble to rich Diadems Beset with Diamonds and more costly gemâ—â— Ah let me woo you from this Sphear to move Unto that glorious Orb of Light and Love What tho the way be thither somewhat strait The end ten thousand times will Compenâ—atâ— All Labour 'T is unwilling minds alone Find so much trouble others they find none Thine Eyes turn to the Hieroglyphic see On the right hand the Orb of Majesty Of Light of Love this Paradise is call'd Which is with flameing Sword 's of Cherubs wall'd Which none can enter but those flames must passe Which cleanse the soul This manifested was Once in the Earth and here another Day Its Royal Beauties shall again display It has a being and the Heav'nly wise Vpon his Earth yet fire in Paradise Where they like Angels tho in flesh they move Enjoy the pleasures of Eternal Love Here is the second Principle here is The Orb of Light of Love of Heav'nly blisse Here is the Sun to New Ierusalem Which is the Light of it the brighter gemm Whereof it is compos'd this is the Day Which th'row the Eternal Mansions display Doth its Caelestial Light Heav'n's King he is As are the Saints and Angels cloath'd with this Long'st thou to dwell in this Caelestial place The way I 'le shew help'd by the Spirit of Grace Which if thou follow'st certainly arrive Thou wilt where Christ as King doth Reign and Live That we may shew more plain untâ— your eyes This milky way that leads to Paradise We will suppose as in the darker Sphear We did so now we will exhibit here One as a Pattern by whose foot-steps yâ— May view the way unto Aâ—ternity An Angel's task it is an Angel shall Conduct him therefore to the highest 〈◊〉 And to that highest Pitch tho reach'd by few That on this Earth may be attained to One then who doth in Truth desire to leave This mortal World and to th' immortal cleave Desireth Heav'n unfaignedly but yet Knows not which way his seeking face to â—et Like one who lost upon a wild Heath â—ees A hundred wayes and yet among all these He knows not which to chuse nor whether they May bring him home or cause him farther stray Now this he treads but by and by retreads The same again when that he sees it â—eads Him false now this he tries now that but when He sees them false retreads them back agen Thus labours still in vain but his desire To home doth not although his 〈◊〉 do tire Night now approaches now no 〈◊〉 he spieâ— Quite lost he grieveth 〈◊〉 down and â—ries So 't fares with him he â—ain his Soul conveiâ—h Would unto Heav'n but cannot find the way Benighted he 's with sins and errors 〈◊〉 So that no way appeareth in his view To lead him home all Sects h' has tryd his eâ—e More blinded is by â—heir formality Thus lost he is yet will not he give over Seeking desire 〈◊〉 it self discover His heart and 〈◊〉 still running 〈◊〉 His mind to Heav'n he thus 〈…〉 O glorious Prince of Light in whom there is Aeternal Comfort and 〈…〉 By whom alone all World's consist my cryes Lord hear acâ—ept my Heart 's 〈…〉 Hast thou not promisâ—◠〈…〉 I truly seek thee Lord although I 'm blind Out of the mid'st of hâ—rrid darknesse I To thee eternal Light it self do cry Lord I desire t' apprâ—ath the Throne of Grace To view the brightnesse of thy glorious facâ— All wayes 〈◊〉 but all wayes me deceive And short of what I do desire me leave Dark clouds 〈…〉 Earth weight 〈◊〉 down so that I cannot 〈◊〉 But in this black obscurity I gropâ— Having still with me my Companion Hope Lord from thy splendor send one 〈…〉 Which from this 〈…〉 Unto the Orb of Light My 〈◊〉 hear Send one to guide me to this happy Sphear What ever thou requirest 〈◊〉 obey I come O Lord did I but know the way A Heavenly 〈◊〉 strait comes 〈…〉 Joy in his eyes Love in his looks 〈◊〉 seen His sudden coming 〈◊〉 him his â—ight Soon fear expels and bring extreme delight About his Head a 〈◊〉 Glory flyes Enough to dazzle more than 〈…〉 His own fair Orbs like 〈…〉 Under two fair 〈…〉 Pierch'd doth in 〈…〉 A thousand arrows into 〈◊〉 Hearts Which tip'd with sacred 〈…〉 Of Love to Heav'n and Hate to Earth beget His yellow locks like 〈…〉 Upon his 〈…〉 From whence each 〈…〉 Than all the Odor that â—sapnâ— Upon his lovely Front the 〈…〉 Who admoration in all 〈…〉 The new-fall'n Snow 〈…〉 As his soft flesh 〈…〉 Compare with 〈…〉 His whiter Hand 〈…〉 Two downy Wings upon his 〈…〉 And which more colours than the 〈…〉 His Body was 〈…〉 Which as he went the 〈…〉 With hasty steps 〈…〉 The Ruby 〈…〉 Unlock'd from whence these sweet words issued O man Thy wing'd 〈◊〉 have sped Before the Throne of Grace Heav'n's Majesty Hath sent me to thee on his Embasie Heav'n's King hath made thee a free Denisoâ— Of the Caelestial Ierusalem Where all wear Crowne Therefore prepare to go And I the way that thither leads will show Narrow and strait at first appear it will And flesh will such asperities take ill It will both tedious and unpleasing seem To flesh but yet a Will resolv'd will deem It nothing for the way to Heav'n is After some time both full of Joy and Blisse Such happinesse deserves some pains yet set Great price on what you do with danger yet This Earth alone doth make the way seem hard Therefore resolve this first to disregard If thou resolv'd art come procrastinate Not now thy Time next day may be too late The then resolv'd cries out I 'le not defer The Time I 'm ready sacred Messenger Under the Covert of his downy Wing He takes him up and th'row the ayr doth fling Unto a Valley which high Rocks surround Here he discharges him upon the ground A pleasant Tempe did it seem to be Here grew the Olive and the Cedar Tree The shady Beach under whose Canopy Banks cushen'd with the verdant grasse did lie Adorn'd with flowers and sweeter herbs he thoughâ— The first flight him to Paradise had brought But thus the Angel cries You now are in The natural condition of sin This place the World doth represent and these Fine things you see its Fonder vanities From hence a way you must find out which found Proceed be sure and do not lose your ground Nor make a stay I at your greatest need Unseen will help you now I hence must speed This sai'd fanning the gentle ayr his flight He takes and quickly passeth out of sight The left alone a while the place doth view But by and by upon a Bank he threw Himself supinely in the grasse doth creep And e'r he was aware falls fast asleep Whilst thus he sleeps a
sins to thee Thou hast committed 'gainst our Majesty And ouâ— most dear Son Granted from ABOVE Sent by Belief and sealed by gracious LOVE Down on his knees he falls his eyes directs To Heav'n and both his clasped Hands erects On high Dear Saviour cries he out O how My prostrate Soul doth to thy Mercy bow Lord what am I that thou should'st supplicate For me poor worm and from my sad estate Into a Blisse not thought on ravish me O Iesu Thy Love is immense I see O how I feel the blest Effects of thy Blest Mediation To thy wounds I flye Those sacred wounds from which a Crimson tide Of Sanctifying healing Blood did glide By which thou hast appeas'd the Wrath of God From me averted his chastizing Rod And gain'd this Pardon for my sins Oh! how I o're my soul do feel it gliding now How sweet it is my melting Soul now could Dissolve and Die a thousand Deaths it would For thee my Saviour That I ever sinn'd It me repents against so sure a Friend Oh now I see how I resisted have Against those motions that desir'd to save Me from my sins how sensible I am Of my defaults and now how full of shame Am I but thou hast pardon'd all On fire My heart is now to dye I long Require Now what thou wilt I ready am and will What e'r it be tho ne'r so hard fulfill Ah Monsters sins on you my eyes I wink Oh! how I loath you when I on you think I now abhor you and as monsters do Lest ye devour my Soul shun all of you But Christ has pardon'd what I did commit Now Eyes pour forth your Tears of Joy for it Break up new springs and from your watry Cel Rivers and Seas of joyful tears expel These are not bitter like your other cryes If He priz'd them he these will better prize Those flow'd from Grief but these from Joy do flow By 〈◊〉 returns of Love these greater grow These not from sin but from blest Ioyâ—s do spring Tho' signes of â—rief yet gales of Comfort bring When barren grow of lympid Tears my eyes Their want O breast supply with groâ—ns and sighs Caus'd y the drawing in of what I long For Pâ—aâ—ses ever sit upon my tongue All my Soul's faculties to him still move Who so immensly hath and doth thee Love Whilst thus he chaunts upon his bended knees The song of Praise he at a distance sees Tâ—o striving with an equal pace to gain The place where he was Wings the one sustain With which she cuts the gentle ayr her feet Scarce touch'd the Earth th' other with garments light As ayâ— painted with Anchors was adorâ—â—d And 's swiftly ran and both os if they scorn'd To be out-vy'd by Eurus swimming came Unto the place where he was Crimson shame Perch'd on his cheâ—ks when he perceiv'd they were Two Heav'nly Nymphs and that they both did share Their free embraces 'bout his neck The Dames Perceiving it discovered their Naâ—es VVe are two Sisters FAITH and HOPE they cry'd VVho from th' Imperial Towr's are sent to guide And to support thee in this way should'st thou Selfly adventure here without us two Thou 't quickly languish Hope will thy desire Nurse up and keep thee that thou maist not tires Faith will support thee and by her thou tast Shalt Heaven 's Joys before thou them enjoyst Under both armes they take him up and so Fast link't together in the way they go Swif◠〈◊〉 seems to loiter in the ayr A new-shot dait nor swifter wind compare May with their pace He by those Nymphs so born That scarce his feet upon the Earth doth spurn The ruder way they left behind and now Enter a kind of Paradise they do Continual verdure still adorns the place Which called was they told him GOD'S FREE-GRACE The Sun a lively splendor there did show Warming with gentle heat sweet flow'rs did grow On both sides as they went the grassy floor With a Smaragdine Carpet covered o're Did court their eyes and in its lively green The sparsed flowers like pretty starrs were seen All sorts o' th' best Autumnal Fruits did sue With their o're-loaded-bending armes unto His Hand to cull their profer'd store delight And plenty both unto the Feast invite Since here he enter'd a new vigor seas'd Upon his Heart he feels it strangely eas'd New streams of gentle oyl fall down upon His Soul he longs now after union With Christ his Saviour his still warbling tongue Sings Praise and Halelujah is his Song Now from those everlasting streams of Love Which on his Soul do flow he thus doth move His lips and tongve creating in the ayr Such vocal sounds as these VVhat may compare O God! with thy free Grace The Sun the Light Nor springs their streames nor the aerial bright Aura's their cool refrigera's so free Do give as thou this liberal Grace to me Not my deserts but thine own Love doth cause These streames of Comforts and these gales of Joyes These beams of Grace of Grace so freely given Purcha'st by LOVE by Love sent down from Heav'n These may obedience to thy Laws require Obedient to be is my desire It is my meat for 't is Obedience can Conveigh the Nectar of the Gods to Man O how I 'm rapt my eyes perstring'd before Did thee beyond the fleeting Clouds adore At what a distance did I comprehend Thee sitting at thy Father's dexter-Hand But now I see those eyes too thou hast given That thou hast daâ—ed from the highest Heaven For to descend and my poor worthlesse heart 〈◊〉 Glorious Temple to Convert Now need I not to daâ—t my weaker eyes Against the holâ—â—â— of the vaster Skies Now need I not seek to the deeps below Now need I not beyond the Mountains go To find thee out it is enough if I Thee in my inward Temple seated ' spy Ah there thou art Thy Beams of Light and Love Thy streams of Glory do thy presence prove Thy gales of Comfort Peace and Joy shew clear That it is Thee and I hee alone dwells there A Malefactor when condemn'd to dye Having no other Hopes immediatly Before his execution a Reprieve Comes from the Judge How joyfully receive The welcome news he doth when he doth know His 〈◊〉 he to the Iudge his Son doth owe Who not his pardon only gains but feasts Him at a Banquet with his noble guests How hearty then are his acknowledgements How strongly to his Service his intents Are fixt how he to every one doth praise His Mercy and his Bounty and alwayes Obedient aud officious is glad If he occasions has to serve him sad If he has none but by degrees these heats By Time and Pleasures vanquish'd he forgets The dangers past and what he ows to him That sav'd his life at least the sence of them Is not so fresh nor his desire as Strong for to serve him as at first it was So our Caelestial Pilgrim for a while
at any time deny If they sincerely ask my Company I Queen am of that place of such delight Whose heav'nly Beauty recreates the sight Of all that enter there and now I come To let you see unto Ierusalem The heav'nly the true Way such guides I 'le leave That if you 'l follow none can you deceive With false illusions nor draw aside But be you sure to follow still your Guide Although you able are to comprehend The whole World in a thought yet if you bend Yoâ—r whole Imagination to conceive The Glory of Ierusalem bereave The Earth the Seas the Skies of all what e're May glorious or beautifull appear And with them frame a glory all shall seem Unto the glory of Ierusalem But as a grain of dust to mighty Gemms Or as a Candle to the Sun 's bright beams That I may give thee some small glimpse of that Most glorious House I have a Picture brought With me of it and that I may invite Thee with its beauty to attain't a sight Thou shalt have of 't APOCALYPSIS then She call'd a Nymph that 's much desir'd of Men. Her tresses hung like waves of gold upon Her shoulders her transparent garments shon With far more lustrous beauty than a gemm Diaphanous Earth's Beauties were in them With Heav'n's intermixt a curious Hand Had here the Sea and there the stable Land With Groves and Rivers Gardens Founts and Springs With all Earth's pleasures and all living things Express'd The Sun the Moon and Stars he might With all the Beauty of the Heav'n's delight Fully behold wrought with Stones highly priz'd The Heavens and Earth were there Epitomiz'd So that she shon like the bright Evening Star Or Phoebus mounted in his high-noon Carr. A Chrystal Key with which the inward sight She did unlock her left hand held her right A scroul of Paper This GRACE did unfold That he might there Ierusalem behold His greedy eyes fix'd on the Scroul did wait VVhen her blest hands would ope the picture straightâ— VVayes the unfolding it more dazling beams Than could proceed oâ—t of a masse of gâ—mms Flew thence and like the agill Lightning strook His eyes perstâ—ng'd them and his Body shook Prostrate he fell not being able to Bear all those Beauties which together Flew From thence This splendor is too great he cries For to be look'd upon by mortal eyes Heav'n's Eaglets only can behold this Sun And without striking blind their eyes upon It gaze How wil't perform thy word to me Unlesse thou giv'st new eyes I cannot see If that a shadow of its glory does Perstring thine eyes says Grace and ' maze thee thus VVhat will the full fruition of it do VVhen in its hâ—ghest lustre it by you Shall be beheld An Alabaster box Her snowy Hands with a cold Key unlocks From whence she drew a Sov'raign eye-salve made Of Purity upon his eyes she lai'd The same and bid him boldly view the Light For that pure Salve from hurt would guard his sight At her Command his baulmed eyes he now Erec'ts and doth that glorious splendor view VVhich doth proceed from the bright radiant gemm Of which is made the new Ierusalem A glorious City there he saw the Pen Nor Heav'nly Tongues of Angels nor of Men Can it expresse or half its Glory tell Its beauties other beauties all excell More than the brightest gemm dark glasse or far More than Gold durt or Sol the meanest star Rap't in a kind of extasie he moves In that bright splendor round the City roves He with his eyes taken with so much blisse His Soul out of his body wrapped is Himself among the Thornes he sees and there Views what his tongue to utter doth not dare O glorious Beauty cries he out one graâ—â— Of thee will more than recompence all pain And trouble that we on the Eard endure For to possesse thee O bless't Light immure My Soul for ever here where reigns true Blisse Where is true Joy and where true pleasure is Adiew vain Earth and all thy foolish pleasure Worser than Dung compared to this Treasure And Joys I find Ah what are Crowns to thee Least particle of true Felicity Lighter than chaff of lesse esteem they are Than dung if they with heav'n's bright Crowns compare O how I 'am rapt O how I now esteem The glorious Vision of Ierusalem Grace smiling at his Rapture warbled forth These words This sight of such esteem and worth Is that to very few it granted is The favour to behold this sight of Blisse Amongst those very few thou seest thou art For ever then record it on thine heart And let this Beauteous sight attract thee 〈◊〉 That thou astray mayst not hereafter go Nor think that thou already art in Blisse This but a sight and at a distance is Of futâ—re happinesse which gain you may If you persever in the stricter way But if backslide and in your sins remain This Heav'nly City you shall ne'r attain How vain the choysest of Earth's pleasures are If with the least of these you them compare Let this consideration beget A fire of constant sacred Love to it So that thou mayst with greater ease presse on Till thou the harder way hast overcome For if thou dost heav'n's Beauties contemplate Earth's in compaâ—ison to them thou'lt hate Whilst to this sight thine Eyes are married The way thou se'st not that doth thither lead It s glorious Beams o'te-shadow it but I By vailing them exhibit to thine eye The way that leads unto this City will A thick mist strait doth her command fulfill Which like a Vail hid those illustrous Beams And now the way pourtray'd he sees it seems To lye here over Rocks th'row Vallies there Here dark black Caves there Seas of Blood appear Here precipices thick here thornes here steep And stony places there strong Watchmen keep The passages a thousand dangers show Themselves along the way that he must go If he to Salem will attain His eye About he cast no other way espy He could so that necessity compells He that wayes must when there is no way else Nor Rocks not precipices nor cries he Sanguineous Seas now shall discourage me Since I have seen those Beauties which do Court My Soul for which all dangers seem a sport Will for 't is fitting that Aeternitie With fleshe's hazzard should attained be Come I'm resolv'd and ready am to tread This narrow Path which doth to Sion lead I 'le leave this World and for my future good Fly over Rocks swim thorow Seas of blood This said APOCALYPSIS then withdrew And GRACE her hand did to the Pilgrim shew A hearty Kisse on which he straight inferr'd Unto the path from which he lately err'd She him conducted where stood HOPE and FAITH Who ran to him assoon as in the Path He came To whom themselves the' excused thus For your deviating pray blame not us 'T was your own fault for whilst we with you kept We know not how into a
is of her store But thou this Mount despise must and be poor Desie Earth's Riches 'Till from Heav'ns blest done Thou dost receive them then they are thine own When Heav'n adorns thee with Earth's pride then thou Shalt like an Angel truly shine below Thou then shalt honour God and every gemm Shall glory but to touch thy Garments hem All what thou dost here in thy passage meet To stop thy way shall tumble at thy feet No power have they then to hurt And thou Regard them shalt no more than dunghills now 'Till then thou leave them must and follow the Most rare Example of Humility With that she from her sacred Bosom drew A Picture and reposâ—d it to the view Of the Caelestial Traveller where one The best skill in the Graphic Art had shown The Pencil guided by some hand divine Had there trick't out the fruitfull Palestine Had shew'd Iuâ—aea and Ierusalem The famous Temple Iordan's Christal stream All Gâ—lâ—ee the Hamlet Nazareth And Bethlehem where God in flesh had Birth His Life his Miracles his Death and where He â—uried was was rarely pourtray'd there Beâ—old said Alathia here 's the story Of the great King of Meeknesse and of Glory Who cloath'd himself with mortal flesh and blood And shed the same to do poor sinners good This is the Pattern of Humility View this fair Copy thou the ectype be Consider the immensity of Love Past the poor reach of Man and far above His most capacious thoughts to Comprehend The depth of it which to the very end Of AEternity doth reach Immensity Of Love and Oceans of Humility With pious reverence turn here thine eye Thy Saviour view in 's Infant Majesty See how Heav'n smileth in his eyes what Grace Already beameth in his sacred Face Those Rayes divine though vaild with flesh and blood Break through their Closure and make bright their Cloud O depth of Meeknesse O great Caesars fling Your Crowns and stately Robes aside The King Of great Olympâ—s and of all the Earth Humility doth â—each you by his birth See where he lies his high-roof'd Chamber is A despicable Stable look how this Poor Crib supplies a Cradle's place you see No gilded Cradle here no Couches be This Hay grown soft by 's sacred touch doth own A happinesse serves for a bed of Down The Crib's hard side a pillow is alasse His Chamber-fellows are the Ox and Asse Darknesse surrounds the Earth and whilst 't is hurâ—d Through Hearts as well as Eyes into the World The Sun of Righteousnesse doth come 't is he That Day and Light and Sun to all must be His Winter too snow hangs on every bough Tearts had their Ice their â—nows and Winter too But in the midst of Hyems is the King Born that to Hearts and to the World 's the Spring See Where his Mother the blest Virgin on Her bended knees doth wait upon her Son Nought but Humility can here be seen In all the World 's great King and Earth's blest Queen See where the Virgin-mother 〈◊〉 about His sacred limbs a clean but homely clout You see no Tyrian-tiâ—cted mantle there Shining with Gold no uselesse Vailes appear Brodeâ—'d with Lace a piece of home-spun cloth Is Vaâ—l is Mantle Rug and Blanket both For lack of better Aâ—as see where spreads Upon the walls busie Arachne's threads See with what pains that careful Animal With her best art labours to hang the Wall Nought but Humility can here be seen In all the World 's great King and Earth's chast Queen Although this birth with so much lowlinesse Accompan'ed simplicity expresse And of small value seem t' ambitious Earth Heav'ns Choresters rejoycing at his birth Sâ—ng this Antiphona Salvation is Come unto Man by this blest Genesis VVhilst others answer with a high-tun'd voyce Rejoyc O Earth both Eâ—â—â—h and Heav'n rejoyce Salvation now is come to you below At Jesu's Name all heaâ—ts and knees shall bow VVhilst thus his great Name the Caelestial Quire Râ—sound his mystic Birth they all admire AEâ—ernity before nor eâ—er shall Again a Wonder see so mystical Th' AEternal God takes humane flesh and blood And all what Man has sin excepting had O Wonder wonderfull indeed it is The greatest Wonderâ—â— e'r told was this His â—nd was to redeem fall'n man but you May see his Life to be exâ—â—plar too O â—ioâ—s lowlinesse See where he stands To be Baptiz'd by Iohn's lesse worthy Hands See how the Chrystal Streams his Limbs do kisse From whence they take a far more purer Blisse And if that any staines they have from thence The sacred touch of his blest flesh doth rince Them clean see how part of those gentle Streams Loath to depart are chang'd to Chrystal Gemms Which from his skin receive their lustre they Melt into Tears when that they glide away You see no glaring Gold no gaudy Lace Upon his back no Pedlars shops embrace His Holy wast one seamlesse Coat supplies To hide his Beauties from prophaner eyes All Ornaments O single Poverty The Wing'd inhabitants of ayr they be Not destitute of Nests the Foxes they Have Dens but he whereon his Head to lay Has not a place Heaven and Earth's great Lord Earth don't the favour of a Home afford Now view his Court they like himself are clad Two coats two scrips two pair of shoos forbad They were poor Fisher men such chose he they Happy forsake the VVorld themselves deny All things The sinners and the Publicans Are oftentimes made his Companions The Supercilious Scribe and Pharisee Scorn him and he his blessed Company Denies to them their Pride and wickednesse Are opposite to 's Worth and lowlinesse See here the mirror of Humility See where he humbly on his knees doth lye And though he Lord be yet â—e thinks it meet For our example to wash clean the Feet Of his Disciples the slaves office thus He takes who is Lord o're the World and us See where he doth his Body break O that You had but eyes to see the blessed meat He gives under those Elements of Bread And Wine His Body and his Bloud is shed Thereby into their Souls though from your eye 'T is hid he gives his blest Humanity They on his Body feed and I must tell You here he wrought a mighty Miracle All those who truly do receive this sood Do feed upon his Body and his Blood Not by a notion really they do A Sacramenâ— indeed yet known to few The mirroâ—r of all Paâ—ience see he that The Angels thought a Happinesse to wait Upon and at whose Call ten Legions would His foes have into thousand pieces pull'd Is bound and fetter'd see what Majesty Reignes in his eyes mixt with Humility See with what meeknesse he doth turn his cheek Whilst it the wicked multitude do strike See how he bears their buffets where they spit Upon his Face â— see how he beareth it Speaks not a word but rather pitties them Who slay their own Souls in their muâ—thering him
See where they mock him how they presse the blood With a Thorn'd-Crown from out his sacred Head See how they scourge him here the Crimson stream Blushing to see their Rage reproveth them See how the whole Worlds sins are on him thrown A spotlesse Lamb who guilty is of none But see their wickednesse encreas'd lo here He 's Crucifi'd see how the cursed Spearâ— Pierces his blessed side O sacred spring Which doth Health Life and t' all Salvation bring Will they accept of it this stream doth run Not for a few to sip but every one Here drench his lips may without price all may Drink of this stream which from his side doth flow See how it runs how plentifull the Blood Flows through the whole World and becomes a flood Châ—ist dy'd for all that Dogma is untrue Which says he dy'd but for a very few And those elected partially by God Before or Time or Man had their abode O stâ—ange Shall God to Life some few Elect And all the Woâ—ld besides O hard reject Thus says the wicked then If God has chose Me unto Life I cann't Salvation lose Let me live how I will If good I be If I 'm rejected I no Heav'n shall see I 'le take my swing in wickednesse for I As God decreed has shall or Live or dye 'T is true God from Eternity foresaw Who should be dam'd and sav'd but that no Law On such impos'd then this Election In Time is doth Conditionally run That they persever in Obedience And Faith if not they then may fall from thence So all Elected are not one debarr'd From Life who otherwise do think a hard And cruel master of the Lord make rather Than a most merciful and Loving Father As God conditionally Elected All In the same manner was our Saviours fall For every one nor must it follow then Because he dy'd for all therefore all men Must sav'd be it Conditionally is Suppose there were a Well so full of Blisse That all Diseases it would remedy And that it free for every one did lye It is employ'd though 't be for every one That 't is for those that come and those alone Effectually 'T is just that they who will Not thither come keep their Diseases still Nor doth God's Will depend on man 's in this Because God Wills it so God's Will it is This is that Living spring whilst man remains This still shall flow to wash his fouler stains Without this he cannot be pure nor come Where Christ is to the new Ierusalem O blessed spring Water of Life here we The highest words without Hyperbole May use O 't is the blessed Nectar of The holy Angels and bless'd Saints above His flesh is there Ambrosia 't is by this We may attain an Apoâ—heosis By this bless'd food all heav'nly Souls are fed And through the Earth it doth its Bounties spread Think it not strange if those may feed on 't too Who live in India and that never knew Or heard of this bless'd Iesu's dying day Circumscribe not his flesh and Blood I say No one without it can be sav'd O damn Not all that ne'r heard that he dy'd for them This Blood 's a Living sâ—ring poor souls impute This to themselves and yet themselves pollute With beastly sins His Blood hath wash'd us clean Cry they and so continue in their sin O sad presumption whilst they crucifie Christ in their Hearts by 's Blood we 'r sav'd to Cry I say His Blood 's a Living spring and your Soul feed on 's flesh must drink his Blood most pure If that Salvation you intend to have 'T is that believe me that alone must save What this his flesh and Blood is partly you Do know the same and shall more clearly too The farther in this way you go 't is that That every pious Soul doth animate It is a Sacrament tongues cann't expresse 'T is Life 't is Virtue Power Holinesse By it all things subsist it penetrates All things all quickens all things animates The Angels food the same Humanity That sits at God's right Hand the same that the Jews crucifi'd that ' rose again and is Oâ—â— Propitiation 't is the same 't is this Thou seest here his Life and nothing there Did in 't without a mysterie appear He bound was spit upon whipt crucified Pierc'd with a Sphear thorough his sacred side Here Contemplate all is mysterious and Man may by it his vast Love understand See here where he gives up the Ghost here thou Upon the Wings of Contemplation now Mayst ride O sacred Death See where the Sun Obscured is how Rocks do rend in twain See how the Graves are op'd see where the dead Arise O this this is the Day they did So long expect which oft in dayes of old The Prophets by their Prophesies foretold Now trembles Hell now all the Devils quake Now suffers Luciâ—er now Hell doth shake For now the Light shuts up Hel's Centre now The mighty Wrath of God is broken too Christ underwent it and for mortal man Through th' envious Wrath made now a Path again He pierc'd the Principle of Wrath and there Love Wrath and Light all reconciled were O sacred Sacrament these mysteries Are hid and strange to more prophaner eyes But I will more declare attend and be An Auditor unto no one but me I in the Scriptures dwell there find you may What I declare as clear as is the Day When Adam fell in Paradise O then He ' wak'd the Wrath of God against all men That should succeed the Wrath then potent grew And like a wall bar'd up the way unto Blest Paradise all men excluded were And 't was impossible to enter there This Adam saw too late then was the seed The blest seed of the Woman promised VVhich should by being bruised in the Heel Of Death break Wrath's strong head and make him feel His mighty power This Adam saw and all The Patriarchs and Prophets that 〈◊〉 This should in this they all rejoâ—â—d thus saw With joy old Abraham this blessed Day The fieâ—y Law to Moses given forth VVas represented by those terrors Wrath The Zeal and Justice of Iehovah and In which no man but Christ alone could stand So Moses could not into Canaan bring The Iâ—raeliâ—es now learn we by this thing That 't must be Iesus who for all hath dy'd Who by great Ioshua was typisi'd None enters Heav'n till he that came from thence First enter'd had 't is for the mighty Prince Iesus the Saviour that this honour was Kept and till he had not a man could passe See then the work of this God-man 't is He The second person in the Trinity Who flesh indues such as you have no foul Stain tincting it in that an humane soul Cloth'd with a Body such as Adam had Before he with grosse flesh and Blood was clad Three Principles intire he had abode He then did for you all the
That she is overwhelm'd with the delight Earth's duller Musick or that of the Sphears â—o this would be discordant in his ears If they mens souls chear with their melody How more exceeding shall Heav'ns Harmony Th' inner AEthmoides being open'd wide Whole clouds of Musk strait th'rough the passage slide Paradysaical Odors the Perfumes Which from the Body of our Saviour comes Presse in sweet Amber-greece perfuming Myrth Which fills the inner World doth enter there Pinks Violets Roses are lesse odorate Than these sweet Odors which assault the Gate The Gust unlock'd the dews of Sion Hill And Paradise upon his Tongue distil The Heav'nly Manna the Caelestial Cates Of Blisse more sweet than Honey fare he eats Nectar glides th'rough his Lips where more sweets reign Than the Hymetian Honey-dews contain Haphe unlock'd the heav'nly touch of Love Like gentle fire over his heart doth move Th' Anoynted's Hand which doth distempers heal Upon him lay'd he sensibly doth feel The Tincture which doth from Christ's Body flow With great delight he feels on his to grow Thus he in his five sences ravish'd is He sees hears smells tasâ—eth and toucheth Bliâ—â—e Ravish'd with the excesse of his delight In Seas of pleasures he 's immerged quite His soul drinks in the sweets too much upon These Cates feeds his Imagination But whilst he banquets at his fuller feast His Angel to him from the Heavens preit Taking Sophia's servant by the Hand His mind by these he let him understand Blest Pilgrim and Sophia's servant thou Must not rest here but farther still must go These are but streams and Rivulets of Blisse Sophia she the only Fountain is Here thou mayst bath thy self but canst not swim Untill thou comest to the Fountains brim There are vast Oceans there thou mayst remain These are but easements for your griefs and pain These are but objects at a distance these Are but refreshments and to give you ease To make thy Way the sweeter till thou art Hid in the Closet of Sophia's Heart Take not thou then too much complacency In these which only but the Conducts be To greater happinesse and do but shew The tythe of Blisse which thou art going to Presse on therefore ' count every thing but â—elf To the enjoyment of Sophia's self Rous'd by his Angel thus the Pilgrim hies And t'wards the perfect mark he faster flies But far he had not gone before he meets An adversary who upon him sets VERTUMNUS 't was lesse constant than the Wind In every shape seeks to disturb the mind A slye Ulysses cunning to deceive Leading to error if you him believe His cloathes were of all sorts of Feathers made With Windinesse and swiftnesse under-laid About his wast hung certain Looking-glasses Which represented strange disguised faces Upon his left arm certain Pictures hung In which those things which to the World belong Were pictured there Beauty was display'd There Castles Forts Rivers and Seas were made There Cities Towns Countreys Villages Wars Battails Peace and such like things as these What e'r Imagination's Pencil cou'd Expresse in lively figures there were shew'd On his right arm Caelestial Pictures hung And whatsomever did to Heav'n belong There pourtray'd was There Angels Seraphims There Thrones there Saints and fieâ—y Cherubims â— There Paradise there Light Stars Suns were seen And all Caelestial Forms and Bodies drawn Accouter'd thus he meets our Pilgrim and To stop his passage stretch'd out his left hand This sight was not like to his other foes No valour this but shifts and cunning knows He is no Champion but o'recomes by guile And e'r his foe thinks on him gives the foil Like to the wicked Pontic Bithiae that Children and Beasts with their looks facinate He doth bewitch skil'd in Cyrcean arts From every Picture he his charmes imparts And whilst they strangely draw our Pilgrim's eyes He in the mean time makes of him a prize Our Pilgrim meeting this fine fellow thought The Weaponlesse could have no mischief wrought He takes great pleasure to behold the charmes Which dangling hung at both his feather'd armes Those Pictures yield content his wandering mind Treads in those Mazes and no end can find Thus he delayes his Journey and this let His hasty Voyage maketh him forget But his good Angel putting him in mind Of 's Journey bid him this Deceiver bind For that he was a Foe and sought to keep Him back by causing him awake to sleep On him he set but a hard task he found This Proteus would not be so quickly bound Stoutly they wrestle but if on his armes He cast his eyes â—e's taken with those charmes He varies shapes and do he what he can No sooner bound but he is loos'd agen A Champion who hath often won the field By Custom knows not how at last to yield Each Conquest adds new Life and courage to His animated Soul and makes him do More than can be hop'd for Our Pilgrim so Oft Victor now will not faint-hearted grow Here Faith assists him and Perseverance Upon his Foes arms doth Ir'n chaines advance At last they bind his left arm when his right He stretched out before the Pilgrim's sight Those heav'nly Pictures now he dotes upon And brave Chimera's in his thoughts do run They 're all Caelestial cryes he who can chuse But on such heav'nly Subjects alwayes muse These are but shadows sayes his Angel thou Unto the very substance must presse to And therefore first of all thou must o'recome 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IMAGINATION The Pilgrim seeing that he stop'd his Way And longing still SOPHIA to enjoy After much strugling flung him on the ground And with Perseverances chaines him bound This Adversary being cast he bent His course to Paradise and forward went Not far from thence his hasâ—y steps did move Under the shadow of a silent Grove The place was sacred to a Deity Who with still silence would adored be No babling Echo in that Grove did dwell No whistling Blackbiâ—d no sweet Nightingal No Bird at all came near those sacred boughs The grasse nor bleating Sheep nor mowing Cows Did feed no living Creature did that blest Place enter to disturb its quiet rest No â—â—bble chiding-Brook ran murmering there No Wind to move those silent Leaves did dare About the middle of this silent place Pâ—tch'd on a mossie Hill a Couch there was To this the Pilgrim went and gently hurl'd Himself on it As if another World He enter'd had he found himself a rest Seiz'd on his working mind both bad and bestâ— Thoughts banish'd were disturbing fancy or Imagination did not there discur Asleep he was not nor yet did he dream Alive he was but yet he dead did seem His mind work'd not on this nor that but he Rap'd was into a heav'nly Lethargy This is the Silent passive state in which God with his Finger Souls doth often touch This is the sleep of Iacob this the Trance Of Paul when he did to the Heav'ns advance This is the state in which the
the Devil rejoyc'd to see this Baâ— To Blisse Mine own he cry'd all Mortals are None can break this I'm sure none now shall see Nor into Paradise admitted be Was it not sure enough what Man could pass Thorow this Fire and o're this Wall of Brass And thus was Man excluded Paradise But less obscure and trulier thus it is After that Unity had broken been And Discord introduced by the sin Of Adam strait the second Principle Drew from the Third and in its Aether fell To its own Centre fled the VVorld bereft Of 't was as well as Adâ—m naked left Then the first Principle of Wrath was seen VVhich strait the third and second stept between Th'rough which till Christ no man could ever pass This is the Cherub and the wall of Brass This is the flaming Sword which turns about To keep of Paradise all Mortals out And thus excluded they had ever been If Christ had not in Mercy entrance giv'n In fulness then of Time down from above To take an humane Soul came mighty LOVE The second Person in the Trinity O sacred and thrice sacred Mysterie To make a way for poor excluded Man Th'rough Hell to Heaven for this end he came This none but mighty He could do and this Had â—e not done Man ne'r had tasted Blisse VVhen he therefore the Cup of Wrath had drunk Upon the Crosse and into Death was sunk Into these deeps he came and that Way too By which from earth we hither came but now The common Road to Hell this is not still None this Way go but against Sathan's will This is the private path th'rough Hell to Heav'n By Christ to those who his steps follow given This is the Path by his blest death made Good Gained with pain purchas'd with so much blood This is the Path which Hell still strives to hide Least Mortals by 't to Paradise should slide This is the Path which shews Christ's Power It is The Path which leads from miseries to Blisse A spacious Road leads unto Pluto's Court On the left hand where Mortals much resort Paved with pleasures and external Blisse With Riches honours and such baites it is This Road brings to a Gate of Aebony Whose lofty portals mounted are on high Whose wide-leav'd Gates by Pluto's strict command Both Night and Day for ever open stand So wide they are a World at once may in Get but a mâ—te cannot return ag'in Such is the Hospitality of Hell Gratis all Men may there for ever dwell This is the Gehenna this the Lions Den From whence there can be no Redemption This Road Christ's sheep do shun for that Way is The way to Torment not the Path to Blisse 'Till Christ this Way made there no other was Therefore when first he came into this place Hell was amaz'd and its foundation shook Its mighty Piâ—lars all assunder broke Great LUCIFER fell from his Aebon Seat And 's neck subjected unto Iesu's feet The trembling Devils roar'd and with a Yell Upon their faces before Iesus fell Then with ten thousand chaines of Adamant He loaded them and them of Room did scant Ty'ng them move strictly to their Centre and Enforcing them to yield to his Command He broke the Power Hell had over Man That by his might he might triumph ag'en His eyes tormented Hell his very breath Assunder broke the cruel jawes of Death The damned yelled and his sacred Sight That cursed crew put in t ' an horrid fright Then he the Dev'ls restrain'd so that they could Not hurt thoâ—e who this path trod if they would Then th'rough the Cherub's flaming Sword he went Unhurt to whom his Head the Angel bent Down to his Feet the flaming Fire no power Had the least hair of his Head to devour Scarce was there any thing that Iesus did For Man's Salvation but 't was typifi'd Long e'r he came in flesh and all before Of Note some shadow of this Substance bore And it was fit that Heav'n's high Majesty Should into Earth by Prodâ—ums usher'd be How did the Priestly Ceremonies too His Office and his Acts exactly shew How did the Prophets prophesie of Him How was his acts praeacted e'r he came But all in shadows He the Substance was And they all vanish'd when he came in place So did the brazen Serpent shew that he For Soul and Body should Physitian be So did the scape-Goat to the Iews declare That he theirs and the whole Worlds Sins should bear So Ioshua who to Canaan led the Jews That Christ his lead shall to his Kingdom shews So Davâ—d who Saul's fury did remove Shews that Christ should Wrath overcome by Love So Isaac offered did typifie That offer'd Iesus for the World should dye So Ionas buried in the Whale did tell The World that Christ descend should into Hell And that he should arise again And so Were Shadrach Mesheck and Abednego When in the seaven-times heated Furnace they W'thout hurt or singing of their hair did stay A Type of Iesu's walking th'rough this flame Of Wrath th'rough which help'd by his Pow'r we came So Sampson's strength did Iesu's typifie Who at his feet bow'd Hel's great Majesty And when on his broad shoulders he did lay Strong Gaza's Gates and bear them quite away Of Christ's great power and mighty strength He was A Type who bore away these Gates of Brasse VVhen Hell thought to imprison him Alone He by his strength pul'd this Brass Fortress down For when that he came near he put his Hand Unto this Wall which as a Bar did stand Between the World and Paradise straight shook Its strong Foundations when his hold he took On it strait trembled every part and down To Iesu's feet fell his high-crested Crown Then was this breach made which you see and then A way was made to Paradise ag'en VVhich had so long denyed been to all The progeny of Adam since his fall O glorious yea thrice glorious happy Breach By which fall'n Man again to Heav'n may reach O Noble Work O mighty strength of the Blest Son of God's glorious Humanity 'T was his Humanity this work did do Or else no passage here had been for you Nor for an' humane Soul O David's Stemm O Iesus who dy'd at Ierusalem Can any Man speak such fell Blasphemy To say that all that 's sav'd not 's sav'd by thee Dear Pilgrim 't was none but that Christ alone That for Man hath wrought this Salvation But ' count it not a vain Tautologie If I once more relate it unto thee Thus in a word it was The blessed Love Upon the Wrath its gentle self did move Both Principles were reconcil'd In one VVere joyned in an happy union The first and second Principles arise Immediatly from them did Paradise Thus Wrath and Love by Christ we reconcil'd Who brought forth Paradise an happy child Unto which place thou now shalt go and th'rough This happy breach which Christ has made for you Mundus Luminosus vel
yet aside From what thou did'st command I did believe You stil who 'ld think that you would me deceive You nor my Guardian here â— blame you both Concerning this place told me all the Truth Thouâ—h what you spake is true that 's not enough For what things find I you nâ—'r told me of Accuse us not replyed Truth again I hope you are noâ— such a Tyrant grown For to require us that we should declare Those things to you which past our reaches are 'T is not the Tongues of Angels that the joys And pleasures can declare of Paradise And as it was beyond our power to shew So past our reach to comprehend them too Then blame us not dear Pilgrim if we be Beyond and better than our Word to thee With this th' affresh embrace but then came up To clip him too all the nymphean Troop Round him they run and it a great while was E're his embraces to them all could pass There Wisdom clipt him Innocency hung Upon his arm whilst Peace and Meeknesse wrung His fingers Faith and Zeal held fast his Hand Light Ioy Hope Life together round him stand Uprightnesse and the fair Nymph CHASTITY Obedience LOVE and pure Virginity Embrace him too so Lowlinesse and she Nymphs-Courage and sweeâ—-look'd Humility Did their devoyrs Then Resignation And Prophesie with others to him run All do him hug he doth as much desire The free embraces of this Virgin Qâ—â—re As long as ardent their embraces were Nor could these outward signes their joyes declare As fael lay'd upon the rising flames A while depresses but in higher streamâ— It causes strait the depress'd flames to rise So Love encreases by what satisfies After their eyes had their tongues place supply'd A while that charming Organ they unty'd And sprightly Ioy the first of all must know Whether that place would not a Taedium grow For every man his native Countrey best Said she esteems though he should daily feast In highest pleasures in another yet His native home though homely cann't forget Can Paradise make you forget the Earth A place so hugg'd by man your place of birth The Pilgrim smiling to the quaerent then Sweetly and nimbly thus return'd ag'en Terrestrial things to those which heav'nly are Noâ— Earth to Paradise must we compare Such difference is betwixt Earth's joys and them As is betwixt Aeternity and Time Were I in Aegypt or in Palestine With all delights it may be I as mine Own native Albion though there poor and mean I still should dwel should not so well like them But now I 'm come upon this blessed shore I can long after Albiâ—n no more Than those who in the highest Heavens be Can wish or long the lower Orb to see So far transcendent are these joyes that I Account the whole World worthless vanity But your own Argument shall speak for me And prove that this place can no Taedium be Man loves his native Countrey best And where Is that I pray you if it be not here He is a Pilgrim in the Orb below His Soul from higher Sphears came down we know Therefore so restless is she there to come From her low prison to her native home Then can I of this Countrey weary be The genuine place of my Nativity For Sin Man 's banish'd let him â—anish Sin And to his home he may return agen No think not Nymphs that I can weary be Of Paradise and your bless'd Company But whilst this fair Corona stood about Discoursing sweetly with our Pilgrim out Of a bright silver Cloud an Angel â—â—ept Whose flaming Wings the spiced Aether swept So Lightning breaks from the unparted Clouds So â—ol himself from 's nightly Robes unshrouds But he did swifter then the Lightning run And shew'd more glories then the Earthly Sun His flaming Wings him swifter than a thought From the imperial skies among them brought Unto him bow'd the Graces all and the Guardian vail'd both his Wings and bow'd his knee The Pilgrim also would have bow'd but that Excess of lustrous Glories struck him flat Unto the Earth for Mortal eyes could bear Not half those Beauties he about him ware His Wings seem'd flames of Fire or burnish'd Gold His Garments which down from his shoulders rould Unto his feet composed of pure Light Thinner than ayr than Phâ—bus far more bright Unutterably bright the splendrous Sun Was that in 's eyes and Lovely Visage shun Volumns of streaming Gold hung on his neck A Crown of tadiant Stars his front did deck Meadows of Violets Woods of Roses know No such perfumes which in his breath did flow But above all such Heav'nly Majesty And Power commanding sparkled in his eye That had a World of Mortals seen his face As dead they must have fal'n in the place But this Throne-Angel for the Pilgrim's sake A Cloak of silver Clouds flung on his back To hide his radiant Beams which yet did flow Th'rough it and made it like the Iris show Such pleasing Tinctures to that Cloak they gave That though less dazling yet it shew'd as brave Repressing to his face's radiant flood He shew'd in beauty like to flesh and blood But Nature yet with her diviner art In her best pieceâ— of his face came short The Angel then stretch'd out his snowy right Hand sâ—ow for softnesse and for perfect white To th' Pilgrim and lifting him up he brake Silence and thus in Heav'nly Accents spake Th' Immortal Prince of Glories who of this Fair Orb is King and of the Thrones of Blisse At whose dispose ten thousand Crowns do lye Of Glories Blisse and Immortality From whose free bounty we those Beams receive Which such irradiant lustrous brightnesse give About whose Throne ten Millions such as I Stand ready on his Embassies to flye Hath sent me to thee mighty Saint that so Thou's Will and pleasure from my mouth mightst know He hath Commissionated me that thou Mightst tast his matchlesse Love and Bounties now Therefore a Nuncius from the highest Sphear I come to thee this happy news to bear It is his Will and pleasure now to prove Himself indeed the matchlesse King of Love Thou precious art in his immortal Eyes And Heav'n it self he counts too small a prize For thee therefore to bright SOPHIA he Intends that thou in Heav'n espous'd shalt be For this end therefore am I hither prest To celebrate this Heavnly mariage Feast Down fell the Pilgrim on his humble knees And bowing thrice his head re-echo'd these If Heavens servants so perstringe the sight Of mortals who can see the Fount of Light What Beauties doth the King immortal wear When that his servants such high Lustre bear If that one beaming of a Star's so bright What is the Sun the Ocean of Light But what am I that Heavens immortal King Should notice take on me so vile a thing That from his Palace the bâ—ight Court of Day He should send down a high 〈◊〉 Whom I 'm more fiâ— to serve such news to
their cheeks do lye but see Thâ—â—â—â—qual measures raise theâ—r suavity How sweet a method in their make was seen See how their Gold is chequered with green How passing sweet their outward beauties shine Nor are their inner beauties lesse divine Too long I cannot on these Eulogize Nor too much pâ—ayse their heav'nly suavities Heâ—v'n's Choristers when they begin their Songs Of prayse with this Fruit's juyce do oyl their Tongueâ— The sacred Sâ—riphs when they tune the Keyes Of their shril Tongues for everlasting prayse And Halleluâ—ah's of this Fruit they eat Which doth their prayse-â—ip'd Tongues on fire set Whilst Sion's Harpers strike their trembling Chords Marying their Ayres unto their quavering Words All of us Love this Fruit for it inspires Our Songs inflames our Tongues with Heav'nly Fires Thâ—s Fruit it is which makes a Pâ—et shine And makes his Numbers and himself divine This Fire inkindles in his noble breast Which makes him Loves lascivious layes detest Supâ—-caelestial are his harbour'd Fires His layes are tuned to the Angels Lyres 〈◊〉 divine and spiritual Songs do bear 〈…〉 Soul unto the highest Sphear 〈◊〉 Pâ—â—â—mes and rapting Hymn's high Keyes Fâ—oâ— gâ—aver Epods up do often raise His Soâ—l then with 〈◊〉 fury He Makes Dis to tremble at his meloâ—y In this â—â—uit's juyce his lipâ— he drenches this His 〈◊〉 and Hippocrenâ— iâ— One 〈◊〉 of this sweet juyce can make him do More than 〈…〉 Muâ—es and Apoâ—â—o too The Kingâ—â— Hâ—â—per eat this blessed Food When 〈…〉 Spirit he so sweetly chew'd By this inspir'd he wrote those Heav'nly Layes Those Hymns of Joyes and those Psalmes of prayse This made the maâ—tyâ—'d Fathers often sing When scorching Flames their burning armes did fling About their naked flesh whilst furâ—ous kisses Sent their rejoycing Souls to lasting Blisses That neighbour Pattâ—n which transparent seems Doth also hold inestimable Gemms They apples are although unto our sight Each one appears a big-swell'd Maâ—garite The Persic gulf not yet the Eastern Seas Did ever Unions yield so fair as these Not all the Children of the Cheripo's Could half the value match of one of those Fair radiant Globes whose lustrous beamings forth Sufficiently do testifie their worth These to the Eater give a Beam of Light A more than Lynx's â—ye a piercing sight Which through the feigned Cloaks of Spirits can See their true shapes although they false put on Though Hel's â—rince should his swarthy hide paint o're With Virgin Beauties though such wings he wore As I have on Should he Angellic cloathes Put on his visage paint with purest snows His Snakes to Amber Curles convert his brow His Horns pull'd in with pollish'd Ivory strow His jagged Teeth in order set and from His horrid Mouth breath nothing but Perfume His knotty tail tye round about his wast And over that ten snowy Mantles cast Pare all his clawes hide his deformity And uglinesâ—e with borrow'd braveâ—y And strive his utmost egg'd by cunning hâ—te Our speech as well as cloathes to imitate Yet will this Fruit discover his deceit Lay ope the Monster and make known his cheat The Eyes it gives cannot deceived be They th'row false paintings and adornmeâ—â—s see Discern Impostors who usurp our room Desâ—ry Wolâ—â—â— which in borrow'd sheep-Skins comâ— See Sathan's blacknesse th'rough his painted skin See th'row his Angels shape a Devil within Those eyes it gives are acuous and divine And know false borrow'd shapes from genuine O how should Mortals for this fruit entreat Which frees them from the Sâ—ygiâ—n monsters cheat Which shews his fuco's and his subtilties Heretic Errors and prestigious Lyes Which though he cometh in an Angels dress Betrayes him to his genuine ugliness For want of this good souls have been misled And into ills lâ—y false shapes ravished Those snares do most intangle which he uses When Moâ—tals he under our shapes abuses By this bless'd Paul th' imposture's shape espi'd Although of Christ and him he testâ—fy'd And having seen him he to Hell betray'd Him and deliver'd the Divining Maid By this the Infant Church had eyes to sâ—e Iesus from Idols Truth from Heresie The cunning tricks and wondrous subtilties Sathan still us'd to blind the Heathens eyes This then discover'd his impostrous cheâ—ts Made known fair Truth and his most foul deceits The next though palenesse in their cheâ—ks appear Lesse Lovely nor of lesser virtues are How sweetly kissing in the Diâ—h they lye These are the Apples of true unity This precious Fruit bears Adamantine glew Can chain a thousand Hearts aswel as two With true-truâ—-Love Links fast in a Knot together That Hell nor all his Ramms shall break the tether 'Twixt Spirits this frames a true unity And binds with bands of best Community An hundred Hearts it can so fastly bind That they shall seem but all one Heart and mind This can do more for the dread stroke of Fate By this Friends heares link'd cannot separate It tyes immortal gives though Death can slay The Carcasse yet cannot take these tyes away For spite of Death their Souls together still Being joyn'd they visit one another will By this the Saints a sweet Communion have With those who long since past the silent Grave For Death to a Communion spiritual To such is no impediment at all Those out of Bodies with perspicuous eyes Can see Hel's plots and cruel subtilties And to their Friends they oft permitted are Those precipies timely to declare By this the Patriarchs the Apostles the Blest Saints and all the Martyr'd Fathers be Alive to this Day and by this alone Man may with them still have Communion Thus Friends divided by the Hand of Fate By this alone are made inseperate For this gives tyes that cannot broken be By the weak Hand of frail Mortality All the Apostles of this Fruit did tast Which link'd their Hearts so fast By this Communion with each other they Kept though they o're the Earthly World did stray Apart and those who did survive the rest Communion kept with those whose Deaths were blest By martyrdom which Courage stout did give To know the Blisse in which their souls did live Thus blessed Denis joyn'd in unity After their Deaths did Paul and Peter see Crown'd with glorious Crowns of sacred Light Array'd with Roâ—es of more than snowy white By this Fruit thus they after Death with one Another held a strict Communion That golden Pattin which stands next to this Of Fruits with brightnesse cloath'd the Arca is Heave'n's brightest Tapers in the Skies do blaze With lesser Lustre and lesse sparkling Rayes Than these whose beamings and illustrous shine Preach their ownâ— Beauties and their Worth divine We much desire that man should seed on this Illustrous Fruit for by this Fruit he is Acquainted with us by this Fruit alone We have with Him and He has union With us by this our several Hierarchies Our Beauty splendor and Attires he sees To Man by this illustrous Fruit alone Our Care and kind Philanthropie
o'rethrew By it Ierubaal did overthrow The Midians mighty Host without a blow Iesus with Heav'nly Magic also fed Four thousand people with sev'n Loaves of bread By it he fasted fourty dayes he by The same did with invisibility Adorn himself and 'mong a Multitude Of foes unseen he passed th'row the Croud By it he walked on the Seas and yet His soles the brinish Waters did not wet By it although the Doors fast locked were He could when e'r it pleased him appear So Paul by the Caelestial Magiâ—'s might Depriv'd the Sorcerer Elymas of sight So Peter when Hel's Magus Sâ—mon flew Thorow the Ayr him from the Clouds he threw Unto the Earth by Heav'n's true Magiâ—'s Skil Which Fall did both his Life and Magic spill For Hel's dark Magic unto Heav'n's must yield Nor darâ—s that come when this is in the Field With great-attention all this while attended The Pilgrim 'till the Angel thus had ended But ravâ—sh'd with the Knowledge of that Fruit Leave 〈◊〉 given he wiâ—h joy fell to 't Fell to that Feast which was more excellent Than twenty thousand out-worlds Complement That Feast which by Heav'n's proper Hand was dress'd That Feast which by Heav'n's sacred Breath was bless'd That sacred â—â—nquet which instal'd the man Heav'n's divine and Arch-Magitian O with what pleasure and delight he eat On that Caelestial and thrice sacred meat But yet with humble reverence he fed Bowing to Iesus for those gifts his Head Confessing still his own unworthinesse Of that Felicity He did expresse But seeing Iesus by the Angel had Granted him leave to eat he freely fed Whilst thus the Pilgrim with a full content Of â—oy and Blisâ—e and highest ravishment Feeds on those blessed Fruits an Angel from Th' Aeternal Throne doth to the Banquet come The presence of this unexpected Guest Starâ—l'd the Pilgrim and rejoyc'd the rest Such Crowns of Glory sat upon his Head Such beams of Light about his Garments spread Such Heav'nly Splendor flashed from his Eye That made him seem Heav'n's fair Aepitomy With a fair speed he came whilst the sweet ayr Wav'd the soft streamlets of his golden Hair And ruffling his white Gown rub'd flame-tip'd darts Against the tender Wounds of bleeding Hearts For his fair Garment pouder'd was all o're With flaming Arrows whose sharp points still bore Themselves against fresh bleeding Hearts the Wind At every puff seem'd cruel and unkind For those by clashing seem'd to wound indeed And these afresh to be inflam'd and bleed These were the Ensigns of the Sacred'st Love At whose Command this Messenger did move But in his right Hand all of shining Gold Thick set with Rubies he a Cup did hold Immortal Amaranthuâ—'s made up Into a Purple Garland Crown'd the Cup. But in the Mazure's golden Concave lay Of Wine of Love divine a blushing Sea A deep drought of that Heav'nly Nectar which Is broach'd for those who gain the highest pitch The Purple streams which fruitful Tmolus yields Th' exuberant Vines which crown the Massic Fields The Purple Grapes that on the Râ—ene do grow The scarlet Liquor that in Creet doth flow Spains sprightly Nectar Greece's pleasant wine Should they compared be to this divine Ambrosiac Liquor all of them would prove But Gall and Wormwood to this Wine of LOVE Approaching those who feasting were on the Choyce Fruits excerp'd from Life's thrice sacred Tree The Angel on the Pilgrim pitch'd his Eye In which was plac'd a Throne of swavity And reaching to him that Wine-filled Boul From â—s fluent Tongue these melting words did roul Take here said he a Cup of sacred VVine Squeez'd from the Grapes which grew on Iesu's Vine That Vine which spreads her spacious Branches even O're all the fair walls of the Court of Heav'n This is the new Wine which our Hearts doth chear Which bringeth gladnesse and expelleth fear This is Lovâ—'s sacred Wine in it doth move The very Spirit of the King of Love Which is not flitting but for ever fixed For he himself is with this Liquor mixed Our royal King himself commanded me For to present this Present unto thee This said the Pilgrim three times bowed and The Goblet took out of the Angels Hand And putting to his Ruby Lips the Cup With ravishment he drunk the Liquor up Not all the Honey streams of Hybla may Such gusts of sweetnesse to a Tongue display As what the Pilgrim tasted in that Boul As the Heav'n-nectarized VVine did roul Into the Breast He never yet did meet With any Wine so ravishingly sweet So that the pleasure did beguile his draught For e'r he was aware he deeply quafft The Boul was big but had it bigger bâ—en He would the bottom questionlesse have seen For here he knew he might drink in excesse And without sin drink unto drunkennesse For who can blame those holy Saints this Odd Expression pardon who are drunk with God No sooner had the Pilgrim drunk of this But Living Flames of everlasting Blisse Surround his Heart whose clipings without measure Yield Raptures and unutterable pleasure The Wine 's quick Spirits move in every part And corner of his Head his Breast and Heart And piercing th'row each Limb do cause them move In sweet Trâ—pudiations of Love Up starts he all inflamed with that Flame Which drove from David's breast Love stifling shame When he in an ecstatic Rapture danc'd Before the Ark of God as it advanc'd Th'row all the Streets of fair Ierusalem Taking the Graces all he danc'd with them The holy Dance of Love Nor can exprest Be that sweet prickling Joy raigned in his Breast His sence of feeling feasted to the hight And as the rest were swallow'd in delight Unusual Gestures forced him to rear That he the better Love's excesse might bear For Nature 's weak and strives to Congregate Those Spirits which extream Joyes dissipate For Her own safety lest by flying out Too much she should be quite left destitute Thus Flesh and Blood the Soul's Crosse alwayes is Depriving Her of Joys of Sweets of Blisse Not all the Joys and Pleasures the Dull VVorld On the most sensual Mortals e'r has hurl'd Not all the Fleshes various pleasures nor Foul Cyprian delights themselves compare May with the smallest part of that delight And pleasue which the Saints poor Souls â—â—cite Vain are the World's Joy momentany too Heav'n's everlasting undefil'd and true O what Tongue able is to tell the pleasure The Pilgrim felt Not all the Earthly Treasure Can purchase such delight for the true God Himself descended in a flaming flood Of Love upon his Soul Iesu's divine And sacred Body couched in the Wine It self in pieces brake upon his Soul The sacred Spirit too without controul Descending filled all his Soul about With Rayes of Light and Love which nought could d' out Whole streams of Love upon his Soul was poured Festatic pleasures through the same were showred Seas of delight unutterably sweet Love-Extasies his Soul together greet So that he was quite overcome of
hours doth run By three times fifty and sixteen degrees Exceeds the World But who that Planet sees Deems him but smal How far beyond that Star As they account th' Emperial Heav'n's are You may imagine when the space they ' count 'Twixt Earth and the eighth Heav'n to surmount Sev'nteen hundred millions of Miles and more How vast a distance did Steven's eye therefore Behold our Saviour But that eye by which He say no bounds to it can distance pitch Paul's eyes were closed with what eye saw He The Glory then of Heav'n's bright Majesty Peter entranc'd was with what eye Beheld He then the sheet with clean and unclean fill'd And lastly with what Eye and with what Ear did divine Iohn in Patmos see and hear If thus the Eye may Heav'n see also The Body of that Eye may thither go It is not strange to them therefore that are Acquainted with true notions of that Sphear Wherein Iâ—hovâ—h and the Angels be That Man on Earth th' Aeternal Heav'n's may see For such do know how Souls abstracted may Be from their House of impediting clay And that whilst in their Bodies they remain May Heav'n by Faith not only here attain And be conversant in the highest Sphear Abstracted from the World though they dwell here But least because I here so stifly plead You should suppose I have been there indeed I will confess as ' counting it great shame To be accounted better than I am That I not worthy have accounted been O no I cleans'd am not am enough from Sin I am a Pilgrim and do thither wen Strong is my Faith I shall come there Amen! Assur'd I am although a very few Attâ—in whilst here on Earth this Court unto That here on Earth it may attained be Though Flesh and Blood impeed its clarity But you that ask me how I come to know Those things of Heaven which I here do show Since as I do confess I have not been There nor those myst'ries that I speak of seen Pray tell me also then how you come by Your knowledge of a Heav'n beyond the sky Were you e're there Yet confidently you Discribe the place affirm your notion true You 'l tell the Joys of everlasting Blisse Describe the Glory that in Heaven is And will you then if you did never see The place you speak of angry be with me For doing what your selves do daily do You say 't is UP to Heav'n and that is true And is 't not also INTO Heav'n you 'l grant That God's the Centre of all things and sha'nt The Centre which is inmost highest be Or Up or In it is all one to me But this I know that Heav'n and also Hell Though separate in every place do dwell Although as I confess I have not been In Heav'n nor there its spendid glories seen Yet I account it grace enough to be The Praecâ— of his heav'nly Majesty I may the Candle hold and light the way Into the place of everlasting Day I may the Mercury be to guide aright Caelestial Pilgrims with my glimmering sight We may see right unto the Mountain's top And point the way whilst we are getting up Unto our fellow-Travellers that they if faster go they can may see the Way We Joy if by our means aright they move Those that see more may thank us for our Love That upper Globe which you see pourtrai'd there Doth represent the high Eternal Sphear This is the highest Noblest brightest best The Glory Life and Centre of the rest The place of mighty Wonders the divine Seat of the sacred everlasting Trine The habitation of the blessed Saints Where glorious Angels spread their heav'nly Tents Where stands Mount Sion and the glorious Lamb Where is SOPHIA and Ierusalem This is the everlasting place of rest The Heav'n the habitation of the blest This Man may find in the deep Centre and How this through all devolveth understand Here is the spatious glassie Sea and the Crystalline Earth the Ayr of Purity The purest fire which conjoyn'd in one The matter is of the Caelestial Throne Of Everlasting Joyes This place it is The Empyreum and the Seat of Blisse GOD out of Nature Comprehended may Not be a Nothing so to us I say He seemeth but as he Himself doth show In the Eternal Forms of Nature so We apprehend him can The Father then Hath from Eternity begot the Son This Birth 's the Heart of God which ever was And though begot yet 't no beginning has From whence proceeds the sacred Spirit who From both begotten is Eternal too All three distinct in Person yet but One Aeternal GOD in a strict Union This is the Mysterie of the sacred Trine Which in this everlasting Orb doth shine But now the Father with a strong desire Thirsts for the Son from whence springs up a Fire Which Fire not reaching God's most sacred Heart Is full of Anguish Bitternesse and Tart. This is the Fire that inkindleth Hell Where all the damned and the Devils dwell But the same Fire when that sacred LOVE Or Heart of God it self to it doth move Strait blazeth forth into a meek and Bright Joy and desire of Aeternal Light This is the Light of Heav'n and pleasant Joy In which all Blisse is not the least annoy And thus O Reader if thou are not blind Heav'n's Blisse and Joy Hel's pain and torment find Thou wilt to come from one deep Root and even Perceive the true cause both of Hell and Heaven And thus thou seest how they together dwell Hell hid in Heav'n Heav'n in the midst of Hell And yet so great a Gulf between that they In Hell behold not the least glimpâ—e of Day Nor they in Heaven feel the least of wo Their separation's thus Eternal too Though Similies are too too base to shew This Mystery of Mysteries of Mysteries to you But that our weak and duller eyes may see More clear by them think on this Simile Take thou a lighted Tapor put it out The week thou ' lt see with Fire glow thr'owour From whence a stinking vapour and a Fume Displeasing to thy nosethrils fills the room The stinking glowing weik gives little light And the Fire far doth differ from a bright And burning Tapor Light the same and then Thou 'lt see the former darknesse fled agen Thou 'lt see a blaze which from the weik doth rise With a bright splendid Glory 'fore thine eyes Which Blaze without the Fire could not be made The Fire 's without that blaze a deady shade The Heat and Light distinct and several be Though joyntly they do in the blaze agree Nor can the 〈◊〉 without the Heat have being But joyntly in 〈…〉 agreeing They make that Glory brighter than the Gold Which in a lighted Taâ—or we behold But Heav'n's splendrâ—â—â— Light doth not contain Such scorching heat as 〈◊〉 such Lâ—ghâ—â— remain The Application's very 〈◊〉 'T is â—ven Thus 'twixt the Fire of â—ell and Light of
pair of Ballances Whose Scales th' impartial Hand of Iustice weighs Whereby He able was to weigh aright And the true Gold to know from what was light All something gave to whom his thanks b'ing pai'd To th' highest Sphear Love's Coach its voyage made Swifter than Eagles in a full Career They mounted up into th' Aeternal Sphear Such was their speed such was their sudden flight As it depriv'd Him of the Act of sight So that he scarcely could denote or tell What in that sudden wrapt to him befelâ— His Soul enflamed with the purest Love Did in Aliah's fiery Charriot move Cutting their way thorow that unseen Skye Which fast together all the Worlds doth tye Which is the Medium whereby Souls do go Unto the highest Orb from Orbs below This Waye 's the Ladder whereby Angels move From lower Sphears unto the Sphears above This â— addeâ—'s basis fastly fix'd is here Whose top doth mount into the highest Sphear This is the Path of Souls and who finds this Hath found the way unto the Highest Bliss But he that finds this Iacob's sleep must find Or else he seeks in vain and grasps the Wind Caelestial VENUS with a glittering Ray And beam of Light immortal points the Way Unto the entrance of th' Aeternal Orb Which 'gan to glitter now with fires Superb Whose lustrous Splendors the â—aint Pilgrim drove Into a stupor 'tween the Armes of Love Who there annoynting with a Salve his eyes Enter'd that Orb and bid him see and rise Within the Circle of th' Aeternal Sphear Three Orbs of glory and three worlds appear Three several Mansions outer inner inmost Answering to Father Son and holy Ghost To Light to Life and to Eternal Love Myriads of Angels about which do move Our holy Pilgrim having enter'd now Into th' Eternal World himself doth bow Under the Ensign of that glorious Crosse Which in its glory there advanced was A Silence unexpressable was there Nothing but stilnesse in that sacred Sphear For all that Orb where now our Pilgrim went Encircl'd was with the One Element Here he beheld the bright and sparkling Eye Of Providence and of Aeternity Here He beholds those Wonders I confess My Tongue and Pen too weak are to express And here he feeds upon those fruits that grow Upon the Tree of Life's superbest bough Here He becomes a true Magitian Here He becomes in Iesus Christ a Man Here now his eyes are so illuminate That they through all things that are penetrate Here he in Silence waits upon that Eye Which sparkles in this Still-Aeternity Words cannot speak this Blisse nor I declare Can more or if I could I should not dare But now the goodnesse of a matchless Love Commands the Pilgrim once again to move Who mounting higher comes to that abode Which ever Eâ—chos with the Name of God The second Orb of the Aeternal World This is arrived here his eyes he hurld On every side on every side he saw Those beams of Light and everlasting Day Which darted down from New Ierusalem With Life Light Glory did that Orb behemm Here he beholds the glorious Lambs abode Here he beholds the sacred Heart of God Here he beholds thrice bless'd EMANUEL Here he beholds where all the Angels dwell Thousands of thousands sees he there to bide Plac'd in their orders upon either side And though that some higher than others were In this respect they all were equal there In that they all were full there was no want Though some had more than some yet none did scant So smaller vessels fil'd till they run o're Cannot complain if they can hold no more Against another vessel though he may Contain it may be thrice as much as they When all are filled to the very brim All are content and all alike do seem Thus largest Souls shall have the largest share Of Glory yet all full no want is there Love's measur'd but by their Capacity All are implete and all but full can be There Hallalu jah's soundeth in his eares There sacred Songs of prayse and Joy he hears There all the pleasure of Aeternal Blisse In hight of Glory still triumphant is Words are too weak And these Arcana's shall Be known to none Til GOD himself reveal Great is his Love and great his Wonders be Those shall confess them that this Orb shall see But O the Bliss Eternal that doth move In constant streams down from the Heart of Love Upon the Pilgrim's Soul so strong the blisses Are of Love's flaming and berapting Kisses That down he fals before the sacred Lamb Prest with the impresses of Love's sacred flame His heart 's inflam'd and full of Love divine His Face with radiant beams of Light doth shine His Soul â—ndued with a Life Supernal Caâ—n't dye for all his â—oys are now Eternal O 〈…〉 are wanting here for to express The tâ—â—usandth part of such an happinesse But one flight more but one step more there is For to Complete our Pilgrim's Joy and Bliss Here he awaiteth for the Spirit his guide That as ascended so he glorified Might be his eye now fix'd is on thi Throne Awaiting for that mystic Union Which as with Wonder so with Ioy delight And everlasting pleasure fill it might The time is come and now by gracious Love He doth into Sanctum Sanctorum move Into the holyest now of holyest he Admitted is where dwels the Deity In Light immortal where the blest abode Is of the sacred Trine the Triune GOD. There in immortal Glory great IEHOVE There blessed IESUS and the sacred DOVE Conjoyn'd in one make up the blessed TRINE A mysterie as sacred as divine Behold the Pilgrim now is come in view Of the third Orb Ierusalem the New With all her glories glittering in that Sphear Bride-like adorn'd doth to his eyes appear Glories of glories doth adorn the place The Wal's like Iasper or the Crystal Glass Four square the City is on every side Equal the length the breadth the height divide Int ' equal parts Both great and high the Wall Is of this sacred and Caelestial IERUSALEM Her twelve Foundations Are laid with twice six several precious Stones The first is IASPER as transparent as The glorious Morning or the crystal Glass Glorious Saint PETER'S great and glorious Name Deeply insculpted is upon the same The second SAPHIR which doth court the eye With all the beauties of the Azure Skye On which ingraven is the name of PAUâ— The second beauty of this Heav'nly Wall The third a CHALCEDONY which doth show Like flames above and glowing coals below Engraven deep the name of IOHN divine On it doth with glorious splendor shine The fourth an EMRAULD whose Caelestial And verdant glories beautifie the Wall There Zebedean IAMES his glorious Name With equal Lustre beautifies the same The fifth's a SARDONIAE whose blushing dies The Wall as Phoebus doth the Morning skies Alphean IAMES'S Name is graven here And with a wondrous Lustre doth appear The sixth a SARDIUS is
which doth imbue The sacred VVall with more than scarlet hew Blessed Saint ANDREâ—'S holy name doth own A splendid place upon that blushing Stone The seav'nth a CRYSOLITE whose Croseam beams Paint all the side with thousand golden streams Saint MATTHEW'S Name most glorious to behold Shines there engrav'd and wrapt in purest Gold The eighth a BERIL of a glorious hew Which paints the VVall at once both green and blew The name of SIMON doth it self display There graven deep which shall remain for aye The ninth a TOPAZ which with Lustrous Rayes And verdant streams its beauty there displays Saint BARTHOLOMEâ—'S bless'd name doth also stand Engraven there by an Almighty Hand The tenth a CRYSOPRASUS which is seen To paint the Wall at once with Gold and green Shining in Heav'nly Lustre THOMAS his Illust'rous Name on it engraven is Th' Eleventh is a HYACINTH whose flame The golden splendor of the Sun doth shame VVith bless'd Saint PHILLIP'S name engrav'd thereon VVhich glowing there seems written in the Sun The twelfth an AMETHIST whose blushing shine Out-braves the Rosie hew of Cretian VVine VVhereon the glorious name of blessed IUDE By God engrav'd in triumph there is shew'd Her everlasting Gates were three times four One entire Pearl doth serve for every door On which in most resplendent Glory dwell The names of the twelve Tribes of Israel The dainty streets pure Crystal doth enfold And the whole City is of massy Gold But yet transparent as the brightest Gemm Unto Spectators blessed eyes doth seem Thorow the middle doth Life's River flow Upon whose banks the Tree of Life doth grow The glorious Splendor of the blessed Lamb Is Sun and Moon unto IERUSALEM The Glory of the Lord doth alwayes sit There to embrighten and o're-shadow it Night 's banish'd thence the Lamb 's resplendant Ray Indues it with an everlasting Day The Lamb the only stately Temple is Of this great City of everlasting Bliss O here remains the everliving Word O here remains the Glory of the Lord Lo there the Lamb upon mount Sion's top Triumphant stands with all his Virgin Troop There all the Elders with their glorious Crowns To Judge the world sit in their splendid Thrones Lo there the everlasting SON of GOD Cloath'd with immortal Rayes makes his abode Lo there the blessed Saints and Angels be Cloathed with Robes of Immortality VVhose glittering brows are Crown'd with Diadems Chas'd with e'rlasting and Caelestial Gemms Here Glory Prayse and Hallalujah's be Sung to the LAMB to all Aâ—ternity Here is the Book of Life the Heav'nly Stone The glorified Mame th' immortal Thâ—one Of Blisse and everlasting Ioyes And here The new and glorified Bodies are This is the secret Sacred Place this is The glorious Kingdom of everlasting Bliss This is the Mansion House and the abode Of IESUS and of all the Sonnes of GOD O here 's the Rock of Wonders and here is The hidden Treasure of Aeternal Blisse O here the Saints and Angels shall for aye The blessed Name of GOD resound with Joy Ioy everlasting and a Ioy that can Not comprehended be by sensual Man VVhilst thus with Joy implete and Wonder too Our happy Pilgrim doth intently view The glorious beauties of this sacred place He 's now disrob'd of his poluted Case For no defilement or polution Can enter into new IERUSALEM A Body clear as Crystal Light as Ayr VVhere the true Elements all mixed were In a just harmony he now indues His other body now no fâ—ces shews But swallow'd up by a blest Union Is made more bright and glorious than the Sun Arrayed thus th' Aeternal Gate of Blisse Straitway unto our Pilgrim open'd is Through which he enters to that sacred place VVhere without Vails he sees GOD face to face VVonders of Wonders there he sees which none Beholds til they as he approach the Throne That Throne of Glory and Aeternal Bliss VVhere our thrice happy Pilgrim seated is Thus ends his Iorney here for ever blest He doth implete with Joyes and Blisses rest And here I too should end I do confess VVith admiration of his happinesse And with Addresses to Heav'n's Majesty That my poor Soul at last enthron'd might be And that she might for ever blessed move In Joyes and Blisses in the Sphear of LOVE But that my thinks I see your noting eye That Clouded Glory o're this Orb doth spye And speaking in its silent Language now The meaning of it me commands to shew That represents GOD past the reach of Creature Beyond the Forms of the Eternal Nature GOD in himself GOD in the Abstract where VVe may say what He is not but we dare Not say here what He is for neither He Can Good or evil or Light or Darknesse be Nor this nor that here in this place nor Can Nor ought to be search'd into by Man Here as a Nothing He to us doth seem Nor Can Man further knowledge have on â—im Nor Man or Angel a Commission has To dive into this abstruce secret Place Therefore thine eyes withdraw and be Content To know GOD as He will nor represent Thou to thy mind or in thy fantasie An Image of the glorious Deity For never ought we Heav'n's high Majesty To Form or Figure whatsoever tye Therefore O man destroy all Images Of God that in thy fantasie shall rise This is the increated ENS of God And an immense unfathomable flood Where lest we loose our selves we shall withdraw Into this secret place no man e'r saw Therefore O Reader I admonish thee That thou no farther search what God may be For if thou dost distracted in the end Thou wilt confess Man cann't GOD comprehend VVithdraw thy Thoughts then cease thouhere to pry Into the secrets of the Deity GOD will not here be known but yet he is And will be known upon the Throne of bliss He will be known in NATURE increate His VVonders there Man ought to meditate VVhere He the Arcana's of Heav'n's Majesty VVith eyes of Truth and with true eyes may see O Reader therefore to the Orb â—f Love Your eyes and meditations now remove VVhere thou by constant Prayer mayst obtain A sight of what here under Clouds remain And with clear eyes must see those things of worth VVhich by my Pen are 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An English Greek Lexicon containing the derivations and various significations of all the words in the new Testament with a compleat Alphabetical Table where the English words are put first and the Greek is joyned together with the several Interpretations of all the proper Names of Men Women Cities Countreys Hills and Rivers Published for the encrease of Knowledge by Ioseph Caryl George Cokayne Ralph Venning William Bell Matthew Barker William Aderley Matthew Mead and Henry Iessey Whereunto is also added an English Greek Grammar by which the meanest Capacity may attain to a competent knowledge in the Greek Tongue 80. Mâ—ntiuntur qui dicunt se non sentire esse Dium nam etse tibi affirmant interdiù noctù tamen sibi dubitant Sen. Claudius 1 Cor. 13 12. Heb. 11. 3. * The flesh * The first Principle The second Principle See Pag. Ecl. 10. 20. * Spirits Concerning Magic see farther pag. Paraâ—el * That is simply of it self for as the Soul is not of matter Form c. yet it has a body wherein its Image is exhibited So Spirits are not of Matter Form c. yet they have Bodies which are distinct from them but not as our gross bodies subject to our outward sences but to our inward For had they not bodies they could not be visible to our internal eyes which pierce into their Kingdoms and habitations which bodys are of a very like nature to themselves Now as the good Angels and Spirits have Bodies wherein they are sensible of all the blessings of the Eternal Sphear So the evil Angels and Spirits â—ave in which they are sensible of the wrath and fiery property of the dark World For without bodies there could be no sensibility c. Their Bodies likewise are of a spirituall substance made out of Sulphur Mercury and 〈◊〉 in the inward ground of Eternal Nature the bodies both of Angels and Devils being of the same Matter but that those are Harmoniz'd by the property of the Light or second Principles these 〈…〉 by that of the dark or first ' Pâ—inciple * â—i e. may be seen felt heard smelt c. See pag. Ioâ— 1. Tobit 7. Nidor lib. ult Formic Gen. 18. Gen. 19. Exod. 12. 29. 2 Kings 19. Iudges 13. Dan. 6. 22. 2 Esd. 4. 2 Mac. 10. 30. Luke 1. Acts 12. Marull Spalat lib. 1. cap. 8. See p. Mr. Lawrence Communion and warre with Angels pag. 16. 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Mat. 13. 10. Plutarch Vit In vita Behm See p. p. They 'd rather enter the herd than return to the fiery Centre Matt. 3. 31. The fall i. e * The first Principle overcome the second or Paradise thorow all See further pag See p. Gen. 2. 7. * i. e. Labouring under an imperfect sight * The Tree of life is the second Principle or love of God See pag. The Tree of Good and evil the properties of this World See p. The Tree of Death the awakened properties of the dark World or wrathfull Principle the seat and habit ation of Luciser â— and the evil Angels See farther p. * i. e. His lotsing or sleeping to the heavn'ly Image by being awakened to the earthly This is meant of the second Principle where Adam should constantly feed and where there is always a coatinual variety and full plenty of that Heavenly meat which entises the soul and which is freely given * This is the Tree of good and evil which is the spirit of this World in which the Devil had shed his â—ssence though it was not manifested nor should have been but by Adam's putting his mind into it and transgressing the Command of God then the Devils Tincture prevailed and the Curse blended with the Blessing and so Paradise was lost * i. e. They shall utterly dye to or lose the Hav'nly Image or be so obscured as
lowermost See pag. * That is iâ— that Principle * The Kingdom of 〈◊〉 rath * This is out of the Eternal nature the â—nsearchable ens increatum or nothing abysse But God is God only in the second Principle or Love * From this sight tho not clearly comprehending it the Ranters fell into that erroneous notion of all things proceeding from God aswell the evil as the good and that they serv'd him in all manner of wickednesse and sins aswell as in uprightnesse and Love seeing he was the Author of all Indeed they ferv'd the first Principle and unlâ—sse they repent may therein serve to Aeternity * The first Principle describ'd * For Hell is the privation of Heaven and were there no joy ease and pleasure there could be â—nowâ— no sorrow pain and Tâ—rment Should the second Principle shed â—t self thorow out the first that would also become Heaven so the absence of that causes Hell The â—all of Lucifer with his Angels * The Devil is able to impart all Arts and Sciencâ—s by iâ—fâ—sioâ— into tâ—ose whâ— aâ—â— in a sâ—rict uâ—â—on with him â—e hath a power permâ—ttâ—d him to do very great wonders fo 't is said that there shall be signes and wondeâ—s wrought by him even bringing down of 〈◊〉 from Heaven with other strange signes and miracles before the second Principle ofâ— Love shall come to act his for though many have arrived at a great height in wickednesse yet they have not come 〈◊〉 that unio◠〈◊〉 the Devil here described which may be attâ—â—ned nay shall be by some and for which the Devil earnestly longs that be might â—e exaâ—â—ing his mighty power in the earth that he might deâ—ude the people with the strangenesse and greatnesse of his Arts which must be overcome by those of the second Principle * Christ's Humanity * The second Principle which is the Life and light of Paradise Natural states of man is sin Conviction Acts 2. 37. Horrour of Consâ—ience Repentance Pardon of sin * Christ. * Their Affections * Vision * Truth * Watchfulnesse Lustâ— Chasâ—iâ—y Pride Wrath. Meeknesse Envâ— Charity * A scarf 2 Cor. 13. Patience * The world * The way of self-denial moâ—nification * The Cross. * The pleasures of the world Deceit See these objectionsâ— answered pag. Truthâ— Mâ—t. 6. 33. Mat. 19. 24. Mat. 10. 37. * The Inâ— And tellect Luk. 14. 33. Luke 9. 58. Matthew ch 10. v. 9 10. See p. * That it signifies some great mystâ—rie not but that it was really acted and done upon the Earth and on the flesh of Iesus our Saviour Iohn 8. 56. * Exod. 20. 18. * Ioshua or Jesus is all one nâ—me Ioh. 16. 28. Ioh. 14. 6. Ioh. 3. 13. Eph. 4. 8. Psal. 61. 18. * In the Anger and wâ—ath of God which being quenâ—hed as it were by the Light and Love of the second Person shâ—dding it self abroad and by his Soul standing in the stâ—â—d of the whoâ—e worâ—â—s or Adam's in the anger of God indured the same â—till it had answered the Fathers Iustice or till that pricking sting of the Wrath was abated through the penetration of the Love or second Principle and then the Devil Hell was more strictly compressed and remained in the anger of God and shall to all AEternity but a Gate then was opened by Christ into Paradise and the second Principle which was not before and his breaking thorow with an humanâ— Soul recovered what Adam had lost and so unbaâ—'d that way which before was shut up for all those that shall follow him words extreaâ—nly darken this mystesteâ—ie but to an understanding and pure mind it shall be given * Forty hours * Wrath of God * Ioh. 8. 59. * Iob. 20. 19. * i. e. Before he was Glorified or ascended to the Father * Into his glorified Body into a state beyond Adams in Paradise which Adam lost by joyning to the spirit of the outward great world Now Christ would not be touched by Mary because he was not yet glorified Iohn 20. 17. * If you ask where these were all this Time questionlesse they were 〈◊〉 a quiet rest and Peace or still silence not where any pain or Aâ—â—â—â—sh was which is the bosom of Abraham the Father of the faithful But wheresoever they were it is plain by Scripture that they were not entered into Paradise where they are now till they entered with Christ and had not he dyed and broke this gate of Wrath shut by the fall of Adam we could never have entered the holy place Zeal Luk. 14. 26. Prudence Mat. 10. 16. â—hastityâ— cant * Sophia Imagination or phansie * i. e. Gods Col. 2. 5. Ezek. â— Pauls Epâ—stle to 〈◊〉 Corinth 1 co◠〈◊〉 18. Mâ—â— â—8 6. 〈…〉 15. 26. Heb. 12. 4. Paul to the Romans Rom. 6. 9. Rev. 20. 6. Optima corruptio est pessima Mat. 7. 14. â— Cor. 15. 50. * And stay Donec longa dies profecto temporis Orbe concretam exemit labem purumque reliquit Aethereum sensum atque auraï simplicis ignem Virg. * 1 Pâ—t 46 * 1 Pâ—t 3â— 19 19. * Zach. 9. 11 12. Esay 61. 1. Mat. 12. 22. Nor in this world nor in the world to come shall they have pardon * Scaliger See more page 7 2. Gen. 3. 24. Noctes atque dies patet atria Janua Diâ—iâ— * Gaza in the Heb. signifies Strength Rev. 20. 6. * First Principle * In the inward ground of Nature from whence our outward Sulphure Salt and Mercury as also other external things proceed according to the opinion of that highly illuminated Man J. B. â—ev 21. Gifts of the Tree of Life Gift of Tongues Of Râ—â—son Of wisdom Of Healâ—ng Of Propâ—esie 〈…〉 Oâ— Dreams 〈…〉 Of Poetry Oâ— discerâ—ing of spiriâ—s Acts 16. Of union and Communion with holy spirits depaâ—ted * Dyonsius Arcopagita iâ— Epâ—st ad Tim. Of Union and Communâ—oâ— with holy Aâ—gâ—â—s This is the opinion of some of others See P. 49. 50. Here is 〈…〉 and sigâ—â— Gifts of Miracles Euseb. Eccles Hist. lib. 7. c. 25. Gifts of seeing Of Hearing Of smeling Of tasting Of touching Gifts of divine Magic The abuse of Magic and how the divine Magic comes to be lost Why so many have lost their labour in the search of the Stone The way to gain the divine Mâ—gâ—c What a divine Mâ—gitian is Those skil'd in divine Magic * Gidion * The Soul * The first Principle * The second Principle * Second Principle * I mean in the Tapor for otherwise it were false for heat may be without Light and Light without Heat contrary to the opinion of the Peripateticks learnedly proved by Sir Christopher Heyden Iohâ— 15. I am the Door * Moâ—s oeuli câ—bâ—l Rev. 12. 16 17 c. Augustine in Civitate De.