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
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
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
This seen they further passe not far from this Was Tartarus within his huge Abysse â— He look'd and saw nothing but horrid dark Obnigrous clouds heard Wolves and Dogges to bark Lions and Tygers roar men shreech and wail Others Blaspheme and others Curse and rail 'Gainst Heav'n a strange confused noyse He smelt Most horrid stinks and cold damp vapours felt Srait wayes huge fires appear'd below whereby He might the Souls tormented there descry All sorts of torments that you can devise With all the plagues and all the Miseries You can imagin he inflicted saw Upon those miserable Souls below Some torn with wheels some with hot Tongs their tongues Pul'd out and some with scalding flames their Lungs Wash'd were and others in the fire hung From whence they into fâ—ozen Rivers flung Were by and by and others whip't with steel Others on Gridirons brent whilst others feel The smart of Salt and Vinâ—ger which laid Is on their tender flesh be'ing newly flead With divers other sorts of torments then From this deep pit of Hell they farther wen. Now far they were not gon from Tartarus When in this sort spake Hel's mystagâ—gus Whilest we proceed t' our Kingdoms Centre where Our mighty King his Court doth keep declare I will our Kingdom 's first original When we came first into this â—â—ery Ball For do not think that ignorant we be Of our beginning and high pedegree Or that we have no memory of what We once enjoy'd no more then Souls forget What they in Earth have done when they come here For all their deeds Eternal forms do bâ—ar Which here remain and which torments them more Than in cold Styx for to be plunged o're Ah! Could but Souls in Lethe drenched be How little would they feel of misery But this a favour is which now I shew And should be granted unto none but you Know then there is a God and this although We tremble at it we assur'dly know Yet that there 's none we ofâ—entimes suggest Unto the misbelieving Atheist This God or mighty Power which all Worldâ— fill Unsearchable he is we to his Will Obedient are he fills our World his Might And Power 's as great here as in th' Oâ—b of Light By it this World consists and it shall be Thou't had beginning to Aeternity 'T is not against this Power that we â—ear And rend and fight and so opposing are Ne'r to be reconcil'd Our foe is Love The second Pâ—inciple 'gainst that we move In Wrath and bitternesse and natural It is for us to fight against that Ball. As fire cann't but tend upwards so cann't we But to that Orb perpetual Enmity Bear That to us has an Antipathy Think not that God in Wrath did us create Or that for damned Souls he made this state For to torment them in He did not Will That there a Hell should be or any ill Thus then it came God from Aeternity Did generate two Principles which be Contrary to each other God alone Cannot but by these Principles be known These generate he did Aeternally Both in and by himself a mysterie Not to be comprehended Neither tho Is God yet he 's the Root from whence they flow This Principle in which we make abode Is call'd the first An ang'â—y zealous God And full of Wrath Vengeance and Ire here To mortal Men and us he doth appear In th' other Principle of Love and Light To men he doth appear quite opposite The nature of our Principle is this It full of raging anxious prickling is An harsh sowr tart fell â—ager essence and Of bitternesse and stinging full we stand In this The other Principle is quite An other nature to this opposite We know no more of that this I can tell That accidentally is the cause of Hell Proceeding still they now were come upon The entrance to Hel's inmost Region A vast huge Globe of sad dark glowing Fire He saw and in it thousand Devils nigher He fears to go which seen thus said the Fiend What now affraid what is the matter Friend You do forget you have no body on Your Spirit 's here and Spirits cannot burn With this you must be cloath'd in this we dwell And so must you This is the fire of Hell Which never can go out don't you admire What fuel 't is maintains so great a fire Come e'r we farther go I will explain Its cause and nature in a word or twain This Principle of Wrath of which I spake Ev'n now God ne'â— intended to awake For it recluded was he did not will It should be open nor that so much ill Should happen Now before your lower Sphear Had birth or being we created were Our mighty Prince King Lucifer was then Created of such stuff as Souls of Men Created are and we his servants true Caelestial Forms at that time did indue Our Prince more bright than your light-giving Sun In glorious Rayes of Heavn'ly Light out-shon All other Angels sat upon the Throne Of God and like a God himself did reign Out of both Principles compos'd we were As Man's Soul is and other Angels are The first recluded was and we were made â— I' th second there we should for aye have stay'd But our brave Prince I must commend him for 't Did bravely Lord it in a Kingly sort Over the heart of God that meeknesse scorn'd Did higher flye and his high Spirit turn'd Into the fiery property that Rage And fiery flash which Love could not asswage He there begat We as our Master did Raged as he and so defiance bid To Love and Meeknesse and those Angels that With no aspiring Spirits kept their state Thus we deserted with our Prince that Throne Of Light and Love and gain'd this fiery one Where we are potent and with that strong might 'Gainst Micâ—â—â—â— our adversary fight Now those bright Rayes which our brave Prince had on Before with courage high he lefâ— that Throne As scorning to adorn his Princely grace With ought that did belong unto that place He left behind with that fine form which he There had now in the fiery property We other forms have got which we can change Into all sorts of shapes and Figures strange In that great râ—ge and burning of the Wrath This fire you see we live in then hâ—rst forth Which from our selves proceeds and which is made By that strong enmity which doth invade Us 'gainst the â—â—verse Orb of Light and know This Fire doth from bitter harssinesse grow As when you rub your fâ—int upon a wheel Which turneth round and is compos'd of Steel You see from bitter grating Fires proceed So our harsh grating Spirits Fire breed Which is the same you see This is the pain That we and all the damned in remain For all those torments that I shew'd you were But Images the better to declare The nature of this one and yet alass This doth all them a thousand times surpasse Spirits alasse though
Paradisiacus HEre lacks an Angel's Tongue to Trumpet forth In his best Layes blest Paradise's worth That by those sweet straines he a tast might give To you what pleasures there for ever Live Here lacks a Tasso or a Bartas or A Spencer's Muse a Quarles or Silvester Or some such Laureate But since their skil Is wanting to my Pen accept my Will For though my Muse cann't reach their lofty vein Child-like the Truth speaks in a stammering strain Thus far sh' has waded and she th'rough must go Although the style is for the Theame too low The horrid Mansion of Aeternal Night Our Pilgrim now forsakes the blessed Light Of Paradise his eyes salutes the smell Of Arabie drives back the sent of Hell Thorow that breach made by the Hand of Love Still by the Angel guided he doth move And mounting up from that infernal pit Upon the skirts of Paradise doth sit O blessed rise no foes he now may fear For over Hell and Death he 's Conquerour This Resurrection is the first and He That rises thus may ever happy be Our Pilgrim's nosethrils which Hel's horrid stink Of Sulphur had drunk Odors now do drink Of Paradise now from Aelysium Clouds of perfumes and rapting smels do come But whilst upon the very verge they stay'd Th' Angel unlock'd his Ruby Lips and said O new-born Pilgrim thou the Grave hast seen Thou know'st now what 't is to be born again This is the happy and the blessed state Where thou may'st say thou art Regenerate Thou art a child become and now must learn Those Lessons which thy eyes did ne'r discern Whilst in the World and in thy sins thou wert Christ is thy Master thou his Scholar art But in one moment thou shalt profit more Now than in all thy Life thou didst before Thou here shalt gain more in an hour than all The Scholars in their great Lycaeums shall No vain Disputes shall studied be by thee But God and Nature shall thy study be To such as thee he giveth leave to go Among his Treasures and his secrets know There 's not a Leaf there 's not a spire of Grass There 's not a clod of Earth nor Tree but has A Tongue to speak which doth Arcana's show But th' ignorant doth not their Lauguage know Nor can they know the cloathing they have on Till they wash in the Fountain of the Sun O're which the Golden Apples hang but this By a ne'r sleeping Dragon watched is Defiled persons never can come to 't Polluted hands can never tuck those fruit To thee and such as thee these things are shown Who live in Paradise unseen unknown But let me warn thee Pilgrim that thou mayst Not of that Tree as once did Adam tast Lest thou dost lose those Blessings which the Lord If thou fal'st not will unto thee afford Those secret blessings which we do not dare For fear of curses to the World deelare The Triâ—une God hath generated from Aeternity in 's own Aeternal Womb Two Principles so cal'd because they be Th' out-spoken Word of the great Deity So their PRINCIPIUM is else they have none Their breathing out or manifestation The Dark and Light That we call First and This The holy Light World and the Second is God in the First is known a Judge severe Angry and Jealous Wrathful and Austere But in the Secoâ—d he doth solely move In Light in Meekness gentleness and Love The First gives being to the Dark-world and The Light doth in the Second's Essence stand Nor can that be cal'd Evil Harmonize The Second with 't and it makes Paradise For 't is as 't were the Life of it its seat And office there is as in Man the heat Or Spirit which his body quickens and Maketh the joynts so nimbly move and Bend But let this be w'thout its due Temprament Unharmoniz'd and th' other humours spent How soon it Rages and to fâ—â—e doth turn And with intolerable Feavers burn Distemper'd Man So the first Principle If separate and that the Second quell Doth not its acritude it then is like Nay 't is the Fire which doth the damned strike In discord Sulphure Salt and Mercury Is Hell but Paradise in Harmony For this end therefore did the mighty Lord Them Generate that they might still accord And Harmoniz'd might make this Paradise In which should spring Aeternal Loves and Ioyes Thus did the Tri-une God himself display In making of this place this Orb of Day For here the Spirit 's influence doth flow And the great Wonders of the Godhead show God will'd not Hell then for the damned crew Although their Fate Aeternally he knew Nor the black Devils did he so Create In the first Principle or Wrathful state No one he made But a transcendant bright And mighty Prince He in the Orb of Light Or second Principle Great LUCIFER Created here also created were All other Angels But he on the Throne Sat as a King with great Dominion To him we â—ll did Homage do and he Ruled the Princes of each Hierarchy And this was Heav'n th' Aeternal mansion Of God where standeth blessed Iesu's Throne Now here and in this Principle of Light He only should have shown the Power and might Of Love in Paradise which then was and Where the External World does now did stand But this great Prince of Light now Hel's great King Into that dismal Realm himself did bring For in the fiers mighty strength he flew Scorning the Second Principle subdue The same he would into the First therefore He and his following Angels hurled were Where they in Anguish and the Fier's might Between the third and second have their site Where they for ever must endure with those Souls who with that same Principle do close Thus Hell did come to be But we who stood Enjoy unutterable Sweets the Food Immortal eat the Heart of God for that For ever seal'd to us our blessed State But now when Lucifer in Pride did rove The first and second Principles did move From whence a Third then came the First did then To operate upon it strait begin And like it self by its attracting force It Rocks and stones did form its bitter source The whole masse into such stuff would have brought But that the second Principle then wrought And harmonizing of the First begat A watry fluid substance on which sat And mov'd the blessed Spirit and from that He Heav'ns did create and separate From the subsiding Earth The upper Sea He from the lower did divide That 's the Material Water did divide from those VVhich being gave to them from whence arose All that on Earth doth spring It 's truly say'd God made from Water all that e'r was made And yet we cann't it Water call but yet Nothing can better be compar'd to it The lower waters Congregate The Earth Then to all Plants gave an apparant birth Thence Essence visible became for these Stood in their forms in blessed Paradise As the
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
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
Trâ—tâ— Mâ—â—knessâ— Hâ—pe Liberality Courage strength Zeal 〈◊〉 â— 86 Wisdom Iâ—â—â—cence Resignation Oâ—â—dience Uprâ—ghâ—â—â—sse Vâ—rgiâ—â—ty Peace sent into the world p. 86. 87 Free will p. 87. 88 Angels nor Devils can force the will of Man p. 87. 88 The good and evil Angels warr p. 88. 89 The Tree of Good and evil fed upon by all men p. 89 The fruits of this Tree p. 89. 90 How made good and how evil p. 90. 91 92 Scurillous Poets inveigâ— ' against p. 93 The Good only to bâ— chose p. 93 The Devil's Stratag ms for to captivate man p. 93. 94 The fantastick Region p. 95. 96 The Errors of all Sects p. 96 The Devil 's cunning Luâ—ifer's desire of Man's perfection in Diabolical Arts and Sciences and his longing desire of dark Magi to exhibit the wonders of his Kingdom p. 96. 97 Princes in the Devil's Kingâ—om p. 97 The dark world p. â—7 98 A dark Magitiaâ— The Devil God's Ape p. 98 Why the monstrous shapes of evil spirits are not frighâ—full tâ— Magitians p. 98. 99 The Prince of Hell's Embassie to a dark Magitian p. 99. 100 The Magitians contract with the Devil p. 100 The Devils Power p. 100 The Magitian's voyage to Hell p. 101. 102 Hell poetically described p. 102. 103 104 The habitation of the Incubi and Succubi and all such foul spirits invocated by witches and wizards p. 102 Witches power p. 102. 103 And how evil Spirits mock at their charmes p. 103 Their rewards p. 103 Spirits employments p. 103. 104 Lethe Erebus Acheron Cocytus Orcus p. 103. 104 Remembrance of things past in Hell p. 104 Different sort of spirits p. 103. 104 The horrible shapes of evil souls in Hell p. 104. 105 Styx Phlegeton Tartarus p. 105. 106 Hell's torments p. 105. 106 107 The Devil's cruelty p. 106. 107 Evil souls misery The Devils not ignorant of their fall or of God p. 107. 108 Their enmity against God p. 107. 108 God never made Hell to torment souls p. 108 How all things have proceeded from one Root p. 108 The first Principle opened p. 108 Heaven how the cause of Hell Luâ—ifer's Creation p. 109 His glorious seat and beauty p. 109. 110 His fall with the evil Angels How Hell firâ— is made p. 110. 111 Thâ— trâ—â— pâ—ins of Hell p. 110. 111 The Devils not ignorant of their own Principle p. 111. 112 The horrible shapes of the Devils p. 112. 113 The Species of most things in Earth in Hell p. 113 The order and Port of the dark Kingdom p. 113. 114 Lucifer and his Princes describ'd p. 114. 115 116 Lucifâ—r's bâ—nediction p. 116 Tâ—e fruits of the tree of Death p. 117. 118 The descâ—â—pâ—ion of the Tree of Death p. 117. 119 120 And their qualities The great power of the dark world p. 118. 119 120 121 Granted also by the Devil to his Magitians Conclusion of the first Part. p. 221. 122. In the second Part. THe entrance p. 123. 124 And Invocation The Earth's vanity p. 124. 125 The second Principle p. 125 A Pilgrim to the new Jerusalem propos'd p. 125 Man 's bewilder'd condition p. 126 The Pilgrim's Prayer p. 126. 127 An Angel sent p. 127 His Embassy p. 128 The sleep in sin before Conviction or the Natural state of Man p. 128. 129 Conviction p. 129. 130 Horror of Conscience p. 130 Repentance p. 131. 132 Pardon of sin p. 132. 133 Loathing of sin p. 133. 134 Faith and Hope p. 134. 135 Free Grace p. 135 Christ within p. 135. 136 Christ's Love The soul's Lethargie p. 136. 137 Notions without substance p. 137. 138 Misapprehenâ—ion and Deceit p. 138 False perswasion and Security T itular Angel's help p. 138. 139 The Soul's return p. 139 Grace appears p. 140 The Vision of new Jerusalem p. 141. 142 143 144 The eye-salve of Purity The difficulty of the way p. 143. 144 Faith and Hope return p. 144 Truth Watchfulnesse and Humility describ'd p. 145. 146 Their assistance to Man p. 146 The usâ— of the Crosse p. 146 The Gate of Circumcision p. 146 The Devil's fury p. 147 His 〈◊〉 p. 147 The will tempted p. 147 The will senâ—es and passions rebel p. 147. 148 Grace assists p. 148. 149 The will râ—solv'd to obey p. 149 The Gate of Circuâ—cision past p. 150 The way of self-denial p. 150 The Devil's shifts p. 150. 151 The Soul's war with Lust p. 151 Châ—stitie's description p. 152 〈◊〉 overcome p. 152 Pâ—ide overcome p. 153 Describ'd p. 153 Wrath Overcome p. 154. 155 Mâ—eknesse describ'd p. 154. 155 Eâ—vy overcome p. 155 Charâ—ty describ'd p. 1â—6 Patience describ'd p. 156. 157 The Soul's exulâ—ancy in a Hymâ— p. 157. 158 The Soul tempted by the world p. 158. 159 Deceit p. 159. 160 161 Truth p. 161. 162 Deceit detected p. 162. 163 The world despis'd p. 164 The Imitation of Christ p. 164. 165 The birth of Christ p. 165. 166 His Life and Habit p. 166. 167. 167 His Pouerty His self-denial Humility and Meeknesse p. 167 His breaking of Bread p 167. 168 His Patience suffering and Passion p. 168 Christ dy'd for all men p. 168. 169 169 Election and Reprobation conditionally Christ's Flesh and Blood p. 169. 170 Christ's Death p. 170. 171 None enter'd Heaven nor received perfect Happinesse before the Ascension of Christ p. 172 Christ's Resurrection and Ascension p. 173. 174 Zeal p. 175. 176 Prudence p. 176. 177 Delilah destroy'd in man p. 177. 178 The Senses Passions and Affections subdued p. 178 No propriâ—ty p. 179 The inner man it 's growth p. 179 Chastitiâ—s prayse p. 179. 180 181 The Soul's Spouse p. 181 Sophia's description vision p. 181. 182 183 184 Caelâ—â—â—ial and Terrestrial Love p. 184. 185 The soul wounded by Love p. 185 The Flesh an hinderance to the souls sight p. 185. 186 God must have the whole heart p. 186 The soulâ—s resolution p. 187 The power of words p. 187 The Power and essicacy of Love p. 187. 188 Fear and Love p. 188 The soul inflam'd with divine Love p. 188. 189 The souls exultancy express'd in an Hymn in the praise of Sophia p. 189. 190 191 Love's Banquet and attractions p. 192 The five internal sences opened p. 192. 193 Their pleasures but the way to Blisse p. 194 Imagination or Phansie describ'd p. 194. 195 The danger of Imagination p. 195 Imagination overcome p. 195. 196 The state of Silence p. 196. 197 The Nature and benefit of Union p. 198. 199 200 The Saints union and Communion The exceeding subtilty and envy of Satan p. 200 The soul empoysoned through Complacency p. 200. 201 202 Gâ—â—'s pitty p. 202. 203 The soul sees its errour p. 203 Tâ—ue Resignation p. 204 Subjection to God's VVill p. 205 The soul's offering p. 206. 207 An Hâ—mn of Resignation p. 207. 208 209 210 True VVisdom p. 211 Reaâ—oâ—â— blindnesse 〈…〉 p. 211 The Child-like state p. 211. 212 The world left p. 212 The beâ—â—fiâ— of mortification p. 213 The soul 's true Death and mortification to all things p.
behold The sacred Secrets that the Worlds enfold But if that holy Ray of Light you want You may in darkness sit and ignorant Despise the Knowledge of the Truth divine Rich Pearls unfitting for the snouts of swine Are and unlesse God with a pow'rfull Gale Of Love shall draw aside th' obscuring Vail Their puzling brains dull'd with the Earth below May still ignore those things we plainly show But you whose hearts concentred are in Love Whose eyes withdrawn from Earth are fix'd above Whose minds plac'd on Coelestial Objects free From mortal cares and carnal pleasures be And you who rancour have disâ—el'd your breasts Who shun all fruitless and most vain Contests I here invite accept my homely fare And freely grant your pardon where I err I look for kindnesse from the learn'd and wise But scorn from those that Carp and Criticise The Hieroglâ—phick see my Muse alone Travels in Numbers for to make it known PROAEMIUM ISing no Hero's douty gests in warrs 〈…〉 With glozing prayses Nor unto the Skies Advance some common Justice in a King Nor the dread fury of the Wars I sing Nor with bewitching Layes 〈…〉 The Sacred the base toyes of wanton Love Nor praise the Courtly beauties of the times With Wine-inspired and lascivious Rhithmes With Mâ—rs or Venâ—s doth my Muse coâ—â—oyn◠〈…〉 I Sing fill'd with Eâ—bean â—age the way To Heav'n above and everlasting Joy The vanity of cursed Earth beneath Where we poor helpless Mortals live and breath Th' Eternal horrors of the larger Sphear Where great Beelzebub and his Princes are The constant Joyes and everlasting Bliss Of the light World or blessed Paradise The holy Myst'ries of the Worlds above The lasting pleasures of the Sphears of Love These are the holy subjects of my Song Which doth the quavers of a sweeter Tongue Then mine deserve But yet accept my Will Which better would had I had better Skill The Hieroglyphical FIGURE Of the WORLDS THE EXPLANATION OF AN Hieroglyphical Figure SHEWING THE MYSTERIES OF THE External Internal Eternal WORLDS The first Part. SAd and deplorable's the state of man Whose day 's a vapour and whose life 's a span Whose years a bubble and whose bliss is pain Whose joyes are trouble and whose hopes are vain Should there indeed no other Worlds but this Terrestrial be in which he dwelling is Vain were the hopes of just and righteous men Than they none were more miserable then For who indeed more miserable seem More wretched and despis'd forlorn then them Earth's fat and bounty often is with-held Oft they 're deny'd the riches of the feild A life here poor and needy oft they have And oft return aâ—flicted to the grave Whilst the unjust and wicked man the while Flows with his Hony Butter Milk and Oyl Whilst that his Wine-press gusheth forth a stream Of purple juyce to feed and fatten him Whilst bounteous earth doth plenty him afford Whilst fill'd with pleasures both of bed and bord Unpunisht he afflicts the just and poor And empty turns the begger from his door Grindeth the face of needy men Commits Murthers and Whoredomes yet triumphing sits Till he returneth to the greedy grave And yet is seen no punishment to have Sure this most plainly other Worlds doth shew To be where each of these shall have his due God's alwayes equal ever just we see His acts in number weight and measure be Dives in plenty Lazarus in pain Yet God is just shall in this world remain A world of pain there for the rich man is For Lazarus another full of bliss Let Atheists scoff and seeing these things declare Profanely that no other worlds there are Let them cry pish and mock them to their face Who threat them judgement in another place Let them accurst cry May we live but here In pleasures God nor your vain Hell we fear See we not all men to the grave return Their dusty ashes gather'd in their urn Their flesh consume their harder bones to rot Their fames and names both perish'd and forgot Who like the beasts unto the earth do go Their souls in t ' air dissolv'd are seen no moe Deceit the mother of this folly is To think there 's any other world but this For Sophisters to tye men to their Law Them with Religion and a God did aw And with invented worlds hereafter where They answer should for what they had done here Where good and just men should in pleasures dwell The wicked be perplex'd with torments fell Let Atheists argue thus Let them alone For at the last the worst will be their own When to their sorrow and eternal pain They find the notion of a God 's not vain When they shall find when they this world forego Another world of torment pain and woe I mean not therefore with them to dispute Nor strive with arguments for to confute Their cursed Tenents for the stourest doth Oft' times when scar'd in 's heart misdoubt the truth Of what he holds who by his conscience aw'd Is forced to confess there is a God Who boldly dares deny the same in light The same again doth doubt the same at night When fearfull darkness reigneth o're the world And fear and horror in each corner's hurld When dreadfull lightnings through the world do fly When roaring thunders rattle in the skie When blustring storms do rend the stoutest oakes When mighty mountains rend with thunder strokes When the great Moles of the earth doth quake When roaring seas with dreadfull murmurs speak Th' Almighty's power the Atheist struck with fear Crying aloud for help runs here and there And will he nill he then his thoughts do flie For hepl to and think there 's a Deity Like that poor Godling who ran under bord And cry'd I am no God when thunders roar'd â—f then these wretches doubtfull are sometimes â—o obstinate me thinks they in their crimes Should not be for it that it doubtfull were This way more safe than that it is to err For to believe there is a God and him To fear no damagement can bring to them No hurt at all when on the other side They'n dangerous seas of Death eternal ride For if a God there be as we well know There is into damnation's pit they throw Themselves so whilst their wisdom they 'd expresse They damn themselves by their own foolishnesse But that there is a God we need not prove When all things shew his matchlesse Pow'r and Love For wheresoever we shall cast our eye Sure tokens of a mighty God we spy The glorious Splendor of the Lamp of Day The Mistresse of the Night 's resplendant Ray. The silver Spangles of the azure Skie The winged folk which in the ayr do flie The spangle-coated fishes of the Sea The Brutes the herbs the flowr'rs and every tree Do daily tell us that they being had And life and growth from an immortal God For who but diligently noteth them Must needs as GALEN did confesse the
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
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
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
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
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
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
't is not for fear That he to her such reverence doth bearâ— From Love 't is his Obedience springs and that The slavish fears of Hell doth terminate Now all things easie are no Seas can stop Nor Mountains those he swims and these climbs up Now in his breast a strong attraction he Feels draw'ng him up to Heav'n continually Now constant ardors burn within his Breast And flames of Love give rest in his unrestâ— He feels most blest Enthean heats surprize His soul which make 't a living sacrifice A pleasing Tincture th'row his Body flows And like a Flower in Paradise he grows All sorrows now are banish'd down to Hell He nothing doth but Joyes and Raptures feel The Seraphims indite some sacred Song Which they decant by his Hymniferous Tongue And modulating too those heavenly Layes His Harp an Angel by his Fingets playes Under the Covert of the Angels Wings By Love inspir'd aloud this Song he sings Go Gnedian Idols spend your darts On all Luxurious pruriant Hearts A nobler shaft has pierced mine Which flames with Fires more divine You may now shoot but shoot in vain Such â—haâ—ts my Heart shoots back again My eyes your Venom cann't receive Heav'n's Queen a Remedy did give Her Beauty dwelleth in my eyes I therefore you and yours despise Fair Ladies all your Beauties spare For in my eyes they sullied are I Styx see in a Hellens Face Now I have seen a Deitesse You Cyprian Lovers now no more Your beautious Images adore Cease now your fond Idolatry Speak no more Lovers blasphemy Fling in the Fire your wanton Layes Which blushes in chast Cheeks do raise Cease your Encomiums your blisse Meer mortal dust and ashes is A wrinckled Baucis all the while The glory wears of your high Style Let fairer Souls a Godesse please Whilst Bacca's joyn with Thyrsites Had you but seen my heav'nly Bride Youl 'd count all beauties dung beside Aâ—d cease to idolize a Face Where white and red 's the chiefest Grace But my blest Bride SOPHIA is Both Queen of Beauty and of Blisse Her Face shines clearer than the Sun In his bright Chariot at Noon Her Crystalline eyes are the glass In which themselves the Angels dress The Beams that cometh from her eyes Give Light to Heav'n and Paradise Her eares the Seats of Judgements are Immortal Fortitude her hair Her Brows of highest Majesty High Wisdom in her mouth doth lye 'T is by her words the Angels Live Her Breath doth Life immortal give The beaming glory in her cheeks With splendor Heav'ns high Pallace strikeâ— A Diadem her brows do tye Of Blisse and Immortality Her sacred breasts the Fountains be Of Joy and true Felicity Ambâ—osia doth thence proceed The Heav'ly Manna Angels bread Water of Life blest Nectar streams Thence clearer than the Crystal geâ—ms In which as thorow Heaven it slips The Angels drench their Rosie Lips Her armes the Angels do enfold Her Hands immortal Blessings hold Upon her knees doth Pity sit And Goodnesse cloaths her Legs and Fâ—â—t Her Garments are of Light divine Which brighter than the Sun do shine The blew and starry Carpet's spread For her blest Feet upon to tread Whose blessed touches purâ—â—ie The Body of the Crystal Sky Such is my Bride and now who dare With my Bride's beauty theirs compare Sacred SOPHIA 't is in thee I place all my Felicity Blest with thy sight all things below Do very much deformed show I cast my eyes to thee above Ah I am even sick of Love Comfort me with thy fruit divine Stay me with Flagons of thy Wine Ah let me banquet now with thee And spread thy Banners over me Thou art the Rose of Sharâ—n thou A Lily in the Vale doth grow Thou aâ—t more fair than is the Sun Thy Garments smel of Lebanon My eyes unto thy Face I move Ah I am overcome with Love That Fire of Love which flows about My heart whole Seas cannot put out Not the black fear of dreadful Hell To be obedient doth compel Nor now those torments to eschew Enforces me to follow you It is from thee and not from thence That springeth my obedience 'T is Love of thee not Fear of Hell Which me to serve thee doth compel 'T is not Heav'ns blessed Joys that move Or do intice me to this Love It is not Heav'ns high Crown that draws 'T is Love alone a stronger cause Not Heav'ns high Blessings I regard I Love thee not for a Reward Fling me to Hel and if you will Yet will I Love SOPHIA stil. These flames which kindle in my breaâ—â— Shall never out until I rest Within thy bosom and there be Enclosed to AEternity Thus chaunts SOPHIA'S Lover whilst his 〈◊〉 Is warbling forth this Love-inspired Songâ— Love agitates with flames his noble breast And spreadeth there a most delicious feast The Câ—ystal Water turns to blushing Wine There banquets PSYCHE and her Love divine Their meat is Mâ—nnâ— their Wine Nectar is Their Banquets Love and everlasting Blisse Hell never ' frighted him so fast to Heaven Nor ever had Heav'n such attractions given As Love gives now he every day a year Supposes till he doth inhabit where His blest SOPHIA is Nothing can move Him backward now be'ing drawn by force of Love Forwards he runs and to his Love he pray'th That she would make a tryal of his â—aâ—th All difficulties past account he does As nothing and as things meer frivolous Not to be counted hard so high's his Zeal His Faith he longs with his Heart-blood to seal And now he thinks he Aâ—â—as could remove And nothing ' counts impossible with LOVE Sathan indeed this noble Champion In these Love-furies dares not set upon He stands a loof The Pilgrim hasts a pace To gain the end of this Heav'n â—winning Race He be'ing Heav'n's Favourite and that he may Be even lost and swallow'd in a Sea Of divine Pleasures and â—xcessive Blisse APOCALYPSIS she Commission'd is To ope his Sences with her Crystal Key That he aforehand may in Heaven be By her assistance she perform'd it straight And op'd his inner sences five-fold gate No sooner had APOCALYPSIS bright Fingers unlock'd the Gaâ—es of 's inner sight But he th' internal World beholds and there Myriads of Angels in their proper Sphear The Light World sees whose chiefest rarities Display themselves before his inner eyes Tempean pleasures coâ—rt his eyes the Blisse Of Edenean gardenâ— present is All Paradise and whatsoever there Grow'th doth before his inner sight appear The Angels in their glorious Robes of Light Compass'd with splendant Rayes appear in sight And things in Heav'n unutterable he In highest pleasure and content doth see The thick gate of his inner ear unâ—aâ—â—'d No sooner was but he the voyces heard Of the Angelical Core whose sweeter Layes From dunghill Earth to Heav'n his Soul doth raise Th' harmonious sound of Harps his ears doth fill Proceeding from the blest Sâ—onian Hill Which doth his soul with such sweet pleasure smite
things trodden down Under the glorious Lamb who once was slain But now in triumph doth for ay remain Death's and Hel's darts were broke o're whom he stood Incompassed with an illustrous flood Of Light ineffable displaying there His Conquest written in a Banner fair The blessed Crosse in Heav'n's bright Ensign shon With streaming Gold far brighter than the Sun So what was once contemptible and base Now stands in Glory in the highest place There also seen were those who had put on Their new Bodies and gain'd thâ—ir royal Crown And Scepter whom great Iesus did instal Princes and Kings and mighty Lords of all Sharing his Royal Scâ—pter and his Crown Such is his matchlesse Love with every One. Thrice bow'd the Angâ—ls thrice the Graces and Took up their places then on either hand Awaiting when they should Commanded be To any Office by his Maâ—esty Th' amazed Pilgrim as yet prostrate lay Too weak to view the Godhead's glorious Ray But the same Light which his weak eyes annoys His Soul fil'd with incomparable â—oyes And still the flames of ardent LOVE did roul Upon the Altar of his sacred Soul But by and by his Guardian Angel Came By Iesus first b'ing bid to do the same Who rais'd him up and spread his downy Wing Before his feeble sight and so did bring Him to the Throne of Iesus at whose Seat He fell and ravish'd kiss'd his sacred Feet Th' immortal Kingâ—strait took him from the place And honour'd Him with a divine Embrace Seal'd all the Joys the Pleasures Blisses sweets Upon his ravish'd Soul an Angel meets With in his blessed station O high Exalted Pleasures of Aeternity The Pilgrim then to Iesus would have Cry'd 〈◊〉 that the Rapt his Tongue had chain'd and ty'd That he unworthy was of all that Bliss Those favours and that matchlesse Love of his And 〈◊〉 he would have had his Tongue confesse His constant frailty and unworthinesse His Heart confess'd it but his Tongue was mute For Joys and Pleasures would not let him do 't For that Embrace unto his Soul did move Enflaming more and more the Fire of Love Whose heats at last unto that hight did come That he received there a Martyrdom Such matchlesse pleasures now enjoy'd this Saint That neither mine nor Angels Pens depaint Can nor Man think who never felt the same Who ne'r into Love's Armes and bosom came But such they were and of such price to Him That thouâ—and Worlds should not have purcha'st them Nay such they were he 'd be content to gain Such Pleasures with ten thousand years of pain Therefore O Man be wise and let not this World's pleasures rob thee of Aeternal Blisse Muse breath a while and give me leave to pray That I a Pilgrim too may once enjoy Such happinesse and high exalted Blisse Such Pleasure Rapture and such Joy as this Then shalt thou sing touch'd with Caelestial Fire Of LOVE Divine in sacred Notes much higher Than these low straines Thy Lively measures then Shall quicken up the drowsie Hearts of Men From their Lethargic sleep True Joy and glee Shall sweetly Couched in thy Numberâ— be True Joy's true Peace's Rest's and Blisses King I 'le sigh and mourn ' til thou say'st rise and sing 'Till thou say'st rise and sing I 'le Sigh and Mourn By me the Crosse not yet the Crown is worn Lord when thou pleasest Crown my Soul that I In Joy may Sing thy Prayse Aeternally The end of the Second Part. THE EXPLANATION OF AN Hieroglyphical Figure SHEWING THE MYSTERIES OF THE External Internal Eternal WORLDS The third Part. ONce more my sacred Muse doth take her flight And on the top of glorious SION light Where she beholds those glorious wonders which For ever the Aeternal World enrich Those Wonders and those Miracles of Grace Which beautifie and splendorize the place Those Wonders that are past her Skill to shew Which if she could it were not fit to do For there such glorious Wonders may be read As are not lawful to be uttered But what she may and what she Can express She shews unto you in a homely dress Accept I pray this Offering she brings For Rapt with Wonders all amaz'd she sings O Thou Aeternal Everlasting Day Illuminate my darker Soul I pray O let her eyes be fixed upon thee Thou King of Glories and of Majesty Grant that she may behold those Wonders that Th' Aeternal World thy bless'd Seat decorate O now inspire me with a Power divine Put Life into my Numbers sacred Trinâ— That whilst Heav'n's beautious Glories here I sing Unto your Throne I Souls may ravish'd bring That whilst my own wâ—apt in these Heaâ—s doth see Heav'n's Splendor and thy glorious Beauty she May be united to the Lord so close That nor the World nor Hell the tye may loose That while to others thus I sing I may O Lord not be my self a Cast-away Ho! Moâ—us cease to Carp Ho! Zoilus Cease Your scoffs and taunts Ho! Criticks hold your peace And say not now I Miracles reherse Beyond the lofâ—y Limits of a Verse Say not I write my Brainsick-Whimsies Lies Or Fables or I meerly Poâ—tize Ye are the Swine who grunting in the mire Would spoyl the musick of the sacred Quire But for your dissonance and grunt'ling noyse The World might often hear a Seâ—â—ph's voyce Piggs think their whining best the jetting Crows Themselves the fairest of Heav'n's Fowls suppose The Owles and Cuccows think their Notes to be 〈◊〉 sweet as Philomel's sweet harmony So you suppose your Canting best and then Like snarling Currs do Carp and snap at Men. You 're Swine indeed whose dull eyes stil below Behold the earth and hunt and scent your trough Your necks are too too short to view the Skye How come you then to judge of things so high Because some Wind-fals on the ground you see Think you no fairer Fruit hangs on the Tree Swine cann't look up it is a Man alone Not slothful Beasts can pull the fair Fruit down Buzzards are blinded by Sol's glorious Rayes Eagles unhurt against his splendor gaze Here then are Pearls but unto wise Men such But wrapt in pitch least Swine such gemms should touch Pearls must not naked be expos'd to Swine So say'd that mouth that wholly was divine Least that they trample and despise the same And Him who so unwisely offer'd them Therefore a wise Man cautiously shrouds Gemms of great value in obscurer Clouds And in the Pitch of Words those Pearls divine Hides from the eyes of such perverting Swine Which in their spendrous beauties otherwise Should Vail-less be exposed to their eyes But now me thinks I hear them Carp and say How come you thus Heav'n's beauties to display And the Arcana's of the Aeternal Sphear When you your self never arrived there If you should tell us that you were we cry We are assured that it is a lye For none to Heav'n ever can attain Whil'st his kept-Soul doth in his Corpse remain For when the Body's
dead the Soul then flyes To Heav'n and not before above the Skie To such whose Breasts are with such thoughts implete I shall and in a word this Answer â—it Paul was alive and yet to Heav'n he flew Where he such wondrous mysteries did view That as they were unutterable so They were not fit â—or to be told below The Patriarch Aenoch walk'd with God and there Is Heaven doubtless where he doth appear In Love and Glory so Aelias went To Heav'n before his mortal Spirits were spent But such whose thoughts are thus do heaven tye Unto a place above the starâ—y Sky Such don't believe the Scriptures which declare That also they within Man seated are Indeed th' Aeternal Heav'ns are boundless they In Man and out of Man themselves display I say they 're boundless for the God of Blisse Is boundles and they are where e're he is Nay Heav'n though strange it seem is too in Hell And there doth as Lâ—ght doth in darkness dwell As Night cann't Day as Darkness cann't the Light So cann't Hell e'r comprehend the bright Aeternal Heav'n as 't cann't excluded be So not included by Demensity Did Man himself but truly throughly know He 'd find all Woâ—lds that are within Him flow Man 's a deep study and who Mâ—n doth see Truly and throughly knows all Worlds that be 'T is very true if Heaven only were Beyond the blew Seas of the starry Sphear Our Souls enchain'd below could never come Thither till they had left their fleshly home For that our Elemental Bodies are Too heavy to be carried so far But Aenoch walk'd with God on Earth and so May Man on Earth be and see Heav'n too O thou that gazeth on the Olympic Court Fancying beyond it the Majestic Port And Restful Haven of departed Souls Whose bredth extendeth unto either Poles Where mighty Mansions for the Saints do lye Spread over the vast and starry Canopye Carnal Conceits of splendid Palaces 〈◊〉 grosly Brain-deluded Images Did'st thou but know the Nature of a Soul Such fancyful Idea's thou'dst controul For nothing is more near than Heav'n to thee Wert thou not blind had'st thou but eyes to see The deeper into thy self dost go The nearer thou still Heav'n approachest to For what 's indeed a Souls departure hence But motion from the Circumference Unto the Centre let it Centre where It will or in the Light or darker Sphear Had'st thou a Poâ—er granted thee to flye Ten thousand tâ—mes as far beyond the Skie As it is to 't as far from Heaven thou Might'st be God's Seat I mean as thou art now Heav'n is spiritual yet real too So that our outward carnal Eyes cann't view Its Seat The Soul which is a Spirit may Yea whilst it's pris'ner in this house of Clay Though I confess this Clayie Vail is such That intervening it doth hinder much These outward eyes can nothing view but what Is gross material and Corporate Rather more truâ—y they do nothing view No more than the Perspective we look through Is said to see for 't is the eye so 't is The Soul and nothing else that views and sees What sees the Body when the Soul is fled The Organ still remains the same though dead Yet it no visive Power has for why The Soul once gone of no use is the eye So likewise 't is as plainly it appears The Soul that feels that smels that tasts that hears But now the Soul without a Body may Nor see nor hear touch tast or smell I say Mistake me not I pray I mean not now This Flesh and Blood this gross out-garment though For this indeed is as it were a foul Garment unto the Body of the Soul Which is its prison and the fruit which all Men bear of Adam's fell and fatal Fall For this Imagination did indue This Body when he put his mind into This extern Principle which once shall be Int 's Aether swallow'd to Aeternity Suppose you had a Robe of Lead made fit Unto your Body and that put in it Your Face and Hands all parts covered o're Against your eyes thick Glasses as before You could not see how dim the World would show How heavily should you then move and go Could you so nimbly scud across the Plain Or sprightly swim within the silver Main As you before did should a wedg of Steel Fall hard upon you should you not it feel And should your glass eyes stopped be with clay You could not then behold one glimpse of Day But should you freed be from that Prison then How fair and clear would all things show agen Just so 't is with the Soul a heavy foul Garment unto the Body of the Soul This fleshly Case is whilst it fouly decks It she doth labour under its defects And must be subject unto them then she If that the eyes be d'outed cannot see The outward World let any part of this Organic Body be but ought amiss She is afflicted with it by this tye Of flesh she thus endures misery But the Soul's Body is another thing Which in and through this fleshly Case doth spring Not to be seen with fleshly eyes so you May see the Sun but not that Body view Which gives it splendor so you view the flame But not that Body which Lives in the same For the true Elements they are not seen By eyes Corporeal 't is an outer Screen You view the Body of the Soul likewise From the unmixed Element doth rise This is the Body that to Heav'n doth flye Who gains this Body gains the Mysterie For thorow it he Heav'n may view though he In his corporeal Clayie House still be Who fixes this may there for ever dwell For he those Wonders views that Worlds excel 'T is in this Body that the Soul doth see Th' immortal Glories of Aeternity 'T is plain that all or most great Visions that The sacred Scriptures t' us do nominate Not with the outer were beheld but by The Heav'n-beholding and internal eye What outward Eye can see a Sp'rit unlesse He doth himself in t ' form and matter press What outer eye is able then to see The Form or glory of Heav'n's Majesty An Angel's fain to vail his splendid beams With some gross matter when himself it seems He will discover to th' extern eye of Man What extern Eye can see the Heav'n's glories then With what eye did Elisha's Man behold The fiery Host that did them safe enfold With what Eye was it that Ezeâ—iel spy'd That glorious Vision by clear Chebar's side With what Eye did he see Ierusalem When he in Chaldâ— captive did remain With what Eye was it that great Daniel saw Himself though then at Shushan at Aelai By what sight saw he when sleep seal'd his eyes The great Creator in th' Aeternal Skies And how could Steven with his outer eye See Iesus sitting in th' Aemperial Sky At God's right Hand You know the glorious Sun Which round this Orb in twice twelve
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