entertain'd to day Where as he brake the Bread in peeces he Tore from their clouded eyes the veil away And with like favour now he hastes to cheer His sad and thoughtfull Friends assembled here 184. This very Ev'n the Doors being made as fast As locks and barrs and fear could make them be He whose pure Body through his Tombe had pass'd Enter'd the House with like facility They slander'd were abroad for stealing Him But now he seem'd to steal at home on Them 185. Yet as excessive unexpected Blisse Doth swallow up Beliefe in Ravishment So the Disciples all amaz'd at this Strange Apparition mutualy bent Then frighted eyes and held their hands on high Confounded in a silent ecstasie 186. But he the King of Comfort op'd his sweet And gratious Lips and Peace be to you said Though I in love prevent my Promise yet You have no reason Friends to be afraid Loe It is I your Lord observe these wide Tokens both in my Hands and in my Side 187. Imagin not that you some Spirit see These Mouthes proclaim as much as I profess You know a Spirit cannot wounded be Nor wear such Marks of humane Passivenesse Come handle Me and be assured well If not of what you see of what you feel 188. This sweet Assurance was so full and cleer That it exceeded their Capacity Who by its Torrent over-whelmed were And thrown into admiring Joies soft Sea Thus those who gaze on Phoebus cannot see Him for his too much visibility 189. So strange a Thing is Joy if unawares It be surprised by Fruition that In fond amblguous Jealousie it barrs Out what it does possesse and aiming at Some proofs of what is absolutely clear Transfigureth it self from Joy to Fear 190. But Jesus their amazement to allay Grows more familiar and calls for Meat A Fish and Honey-combe before him they Present and friendly he vouchsafes to eat Though Paradise its Sweets for him prepar'd He this plain Diet with his Friends preferr'd 191. Then in kinde Anger he to Chiding fell That they so long their Faith suspended though He of his Resurrections Miracle Had by eye-witnesse sent them Proof enough He Chode but with such sweet and dainty Art That every Wound he made was with Loves Dart. 192. This done his Peace to them again he gave That Peace he purehas'd when he trampled down Hell into Hell and Death into the Grave When he appeas'd his mighty Fathers Frown When Heav'n and Earth at enmity before To blessed Amitie he did restore 193. Then breathing on them with that noble Breath Which first inspir'd Life into Humane Heart The dearest Gift said he that ever hath To Man been given I to you impart It is the holy Spirit of Heav'n which now With blessed heat shall in your Bosomes glow 194. Hencesorth whose Sins soever you remit By this great Patent I my Selfe Forgive And whom you Binde to the infernal Pit Shall from your Sentence purchase no Reprieve As Me my Father sent so send I you To by my potent Deputies below 195. This said into Invisibility Himselfe he shut and so from them withdrew When They who now no longer him could see On Joies and Loves and Faiths Wings after flew Pouring ten thousand Blessings on his Name Who with such Solace to their Sorrows came 196. But Thomas who this while had absent been Returning now They met him at the Door Shouting and telling him what they had seen Each Circumstance they shew'd him o'r and o'r Their Lords great Promises they did repeat And how he shew'd his Wounds and how he eat 197. Thomas amaz'd at their Relation stood Silent a while uncertain what to say Or how he should repulse that swelling Flood Of most unanimous Confidence which they Stream'd forth upon his Incredulity At last he stamp'd and cri'd It cannot be 198. I grant that Fancy may doe much and you Perhaps imagin all is true you say But there 's no reason my Belief should bow To your Imaginations You may By probabilities perswade Me far But no such thing can I discover here 199. I am not so much wiser now at night Than I was in the Morn as to admit What then to your own indgement seem'd so 〈◊〉 That you as well as I rejected it Why must it real prove in you which We In Magdalene so fantastick took to be 200. When with these Eyes those Wounds I have descri'd And put my 〈◊〉 where the 〈◊〉 we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 When I have thrust my Hand into his 〈◊〉 And felt that no Imposture there does grow I of your minde may be But mean time give Me leave not at a venture to Beleeve 201. Thus Heav'n in Wisdome and in Love thought fit To let thick Clouds of Doubt objected be Before the Resurrections Truth that it Might fairer break from that Obscurity And pierce all faithlesse Hearts obdurate Stone As it the Marble of the Tembe had done 202. Resolv'd in this imprudent Prudence he Eight Dayes continued when their Lord again The doors being bolted close as formerly To his Disciples did his Presence deign Whose sprightfull Comming though it startled them Lesse strange and doubtfull than at first did seem 203. But Thomas unto whom the Sight was new Afflicted stood with quaking Joy and Fear His Masters blessed Looks he plainly knew And yet his Fancies something dubious were He blush'd and then grew pale and blush'd again And to crosse Passions gave at once the rein 204. When Jesus saw him tortur'd on this Rack With gratious gentlenesse Come neer he said And thine own Satisfaction freely take Loe here my Wounds before thine Eyes display'd Come pierce thou them again 't will be lesse grief Than to be wounded by thine Unbelief 205. This Condescent so conquer'd Thoma's heart That with compleat Assurance on his knees He falls and cries My God and Lord Thou art Not onely by these wide-mouth'd Witnesses I finde thee so to be but also by The heav'nly Sweetnesse of thy Lenity 206. I finde that thou eight dayes agoe wert here When foolish I so faithlesly was Wise Thou heardst how obstinately I did dare The pregnant Witnesse of my Fellows eyes Thou heardst what bold Conditions I set Before my Faith their Story would admit 207. O I beleeve dear Lord and ready am If need require such Wounds as those to bear In spreading forth the glories of thy Name To any Nations whether far or near Pardon my tardy Faith it doth suffice That I have felt those Tokens with mine eye 208. Jesus repli'd Thou build'st thy Faith upon Thine eyes and happy 't is that thou dost so But in how full a Stream shall Blessings run Into their soft and pliant Bosomes who Ne'r saw these deep-writ Characters and yet Unto the Credit of their Truth submit 209. Here Jesus stepp'd into his Secrisie And vanish'd from their wondering sight but yet He sundry times returned to their eye As his divinely-wisest selfe thought fit Famous his presence was on Tabor where He to
she the Reins Almost as soft's the Hand which them contains 58. As through the whirling Orbs she faster flies The new Imbroyderie to the Starrs she shows They twinckled all asham'd of their own Eyes So was the splendid Zodiak which throws His spangled Girdle round about the Sphears To keep in order and gird up the years 59. Orions Blush confess'd how much this sight Outvied all the glories hee could show His yeilding Count'nance fell and to the bright Triumphant Apparition did bow Three times hee tri'd and faine hee would have 〈◊〉 How to unbuckle his out-shined Belt 60. But comming to the Soveraign Palace she Hasts in to her expecting Lord and layes Her Face and Work upon his Footstool He Her dainty pains with high Approofe repayes Yet On this Ground had thine own Storie grown The Girdle would said hee have fairer shown 61. With that unto his Cabinet hee goes Where Spirits of purest Gemms extracted lie Out of which Heart of Richnesse hee did choose The softest Dropps and in one Jewell tie Such Rarities as my Tongue cannot tell But thy dear Soul their ravishments shall feel 62. For to the Girdle having linked it He deign'd to grace Me who stood wondering by Take this said he and see how it will fit Thy Psyche but more mine Be sure to tie It close and straight that by this Token she May understand how neer she is to Me. 63. The second Houre's scarce entring since I took It and my leave and heer the Present is Come wipe thine Eyes a purified Look Is 〈◊〉 due 〈◊〉 where the sight is Blisse 〈◊〉 Phylax op'd the Girdle whence such beams Broke loose as drowned Psyche in their streams 64. For as the rurall Swain whose courser Eyes Ne'r star'd on other beauteous things than what Begay the simple Fields when first hee spies A Princes Wardrobe open straight is shot Quite through with Wonder and in fear doth deem The sight is too too glorious for Him 65. So mortall Psyche was at first dismayd At the immortall Spectacle When hee Cries out What Error makes thee thus afraid This Zon's not torrid though it flaming be Nor sent thy Spouse this Token to destroy Thine Eyes but diet them with sparkling Joy 66. See'st thou that Building there which lifteth high Its shining Head and scorns to pay the Sun Homage for any beams for sanctity Glitters about it and 'twixt every stone Lies thicker than the Cement know that this Illustrious Pile the Jewish Temple is 67. Many long years had run their Round and spent Their own upon Heav'ns lasting Orbs before This Fabrick first grew to its Complement But here a moment raisd it and to more Magnificence than it at first could shew Such potent Art from Maries fingers flew 68. That reverend Senior whose high-mitered Head Points out his princely Office is the Priest You in his awfull Count'nance might have read What his Attire proclaims Were he undrest He still with Virtues would arrayed be Who now clothes holy Robes with Sanctity 69. His left Hand on his Sealed Mouth he lays Back to the Altar hee his right doth stretch His Eyes are full of talke and trie alwayes How they without a Tongue his Minde may preach At length that Throng of People there began To guesse the Sense and what befell the Man 70. Whil'st hee did on the Incense Altar place It s aromatick Fuell and supply What Heat or sweetnesse there deficient was By many a fervent Vow and pretious Sigh His Clowd flew highest for the Incense smoke Soon fainted but his sighs through all Heav'n broke 71. And being there upon their odorous Back An Angell gets whence posting down to Earth Unto the Temple hee his way doth take Where standing by the Altar hee breaths forth A sweet repayment unto Zachary Of what his Soul had panted out so high 72. Behold sayes he thy Vows and Prayers are Come back to fill thy bosome with Successe I am no Messenger great Saint of Fear Trust Me and trust thy priviledged Blisse Thine Heart so fruitfull in sublime Affection Hath for thy Body earn'd an high production 73. Thy dear Eliza whom thy Piety As neer in Virtue as in Wedlock ties Shall have a son in whom thine Eyes shall see The fruit of both those Knots whom Heav'n doth prize So high that I aforehand must with thee Bargain about his Name John it must be 74. A Son of Smiles and Gladnesse hee shall prove And make thine aged Heart young with Delight The Morning he is born shall Joy and Love Together spring and take their blessed flight To thousand Soules where they shall sit and tell What Hopes what Wonders in thy John do dwell 75. Never did friendly Starrs conspire to frame So Fortunate a Birth for Noblest Kings In Gods own Eye wherein the World doth seem Lesse than these Atoms on the Airs light wings Great shall thy Sonne appear Let Doubting go Immensitie resolves to make him so 76. For whil'st hee nestls in the narrow Cell Of thine Eliza's Womb the Spirit of Heav'n O how much vaster than all it shall fill His breeding Heart which when it once is thriven Unto a pitch mature shall nobly prove To Earth how it by Heav'n alone doth move 77. No boist'rous roaring Wine or rampant Drink Shall his sweet Lipp defloure His cup must be Fill'd at some Virgin-Fountains Chrystall brink And teach his Palate too Virginitie For in his sacred Veins no fire must flow But what Heav'ns Spirit pleaseth there to blow 78. And with that fire He Israel must refine Israel o'r-grown with rust and filth that so He may make clean the Way where his divine Redeemer means close after Him to go For braver Flames ne'r warm'd Elia's breast Than in thy Sons shall make their gallant Nest. 79. Alas the Priest replies decayed I Want Blood enough to paint a Blush at this Too worthy News Can fifty Summers fly Back and with Youth my withered Spirits blesse Frost in my Veins and Snow upon my Head Bid me already write More than halfe dead 80. Nor in Eliza doth less deadnesse Live How then in two such Winters can there grow A Spring whose sudden Vigorousnesse may give New Lives to Us and make them over-flow Into a third Sweet Angell thy strange Word May well some sign unto my Faith afford 81. Sure then thou know'st me not the Angell cries For had'st thou known that Gabriel I am Who in the Presence-Chamber of the skies Give high attendance to God and the Lamb Thou might'st have well presum'd no fraud could come From purest Verities eternall Home 82. Yet shalt thou have a sign and I will fast Seal 't on thy faithlesse Tongue which asked it Henceforth thou shalt be Mute untill thou hast Seen what thou would'st not credit Then I 'le let Thy Tongue be loose again that it may sing A Benedictus to thy gratious King 83. The Angells Word full in the Priests face flew And fastned mystick Chains upon his Tongue He soon
with infinite carrieer Still further everlastingly doth ride Being loose at God himselfe in whom Immensity affords her boundlesse room 360. Now Psyche thou mayst eas'ly judge how dear Was this Seraphick Woman to thy Lord. She had one onely Brother who for her Sake and his own was to his Love preferr'd He falling sick she sent the News unto Her Master waiting what hee pleas'd to doe 361. He who had never yet his help delay'd When loving Mary did his Mercy woe Till Phebus twise the World had compass'd stay d He stay'd indeed but 't was that hee might goe With advantageous Glory and his stay Might prove but ripened Love and not Delay 362. Mean while his Sicknesse so prevail'd upon Good Lazarus that his Soule it chased out Jesus whose eyes through all things cleerly ran Beheld it as it went and saw it brought On Angells Wings into the blessed Nest Of naked Peace and Quiet Abraham's breast 363. Where when it was reposed Lazarus Our Friend is fallen fast asleep said He But I intend to wake Him Come let Us Delay no longer but to Bethany And Lord what needs it his Disciples cri'd If Lazarus sleep what harm can Him betide 364. 'T is true their Lord repli'd for now he lies Safe in the bosome of Serenity Yet what his Rest is little you surmise Not knowing that in Death true sleep can be Alas all other Rest compar'd with this Scarcely the shaddow of true Quiet is 365. Death is that onely sleep which puts an end Unto this weary Worlds tempestuous Cares And pious Soules unto that Shore doth send Which knows no Dangers Labours Griefs or Fears Our friend is dead and glad I am that I Was not at Bethany when He did die 366. Glad for your sakes whose faith now dead shall by His Death revive This said He forward went And they with Him But e'r at Bethany He did arrive two other dayes were spent He could have taken coach upon the back Of any Winde but now chose to be slack 367. First busie Martha met Him as He drew Neer to the Town for when hee coming was The fame of his Approach before Him flew Which her sollicitous ears soon caught and as She threw her selfe upon her knees she cried Had'st thou been here my Brother had not died 368. Dear Lord of Life if thou had'st but been here Death would have his due distance kept if not For love of Thee or Us at least for fear Of his own life And yet thy Power is but Deferred not precluded God will still Each syllable of thy Requests fulfill 369. Nor weep nor doubt dear Martha Jesus cried Thy Brother shall again to life return I doubt it not sweet Master she replied But in the universall worlds new morn When all Things spring into fresh life that He Shall with his Body reinvested be 370. I am said He the Resurrection and The life Whoever doth beleeve in Me Although he be a Pris'ner in the land Of Death shall unto life released be Nay he shall never taste of Death who is Living by Faith in Me Beleev'st thou this 371. Heer dazeled by his high Discourse Great Lord She cri'd my Faith doth take Thee for no lesse Then Gods Almighty Son who by his Word Wert promised this cursed World to bless This said three times she kiss'd the ground and home Made hast to bid her pensive Sister come 372. As when the powerfull Loadstone's placed neer Th' inamored Iron leaps its love to kisse So Mary when she heard how Christ was there Speeded to meet her dearest Hapiness And falling at her highest Throne His Feet Martha's Complaint She did again repeat 373. Short were her Words but copious were her Tears Love-ravish'd Pleaders strongest Eloquence For in her Eyes those fertile springs she bears Which by their ever-ready Influence Confirm Her Queen of Weepers Ne'r was seen A more bedewed Thing then Magdalene 374. For Love though valiant as the Lyons Heart Is yet as soft as the milde Turtles Soule And mourns as much knowing no other Art By which to slake the mighty Flames which roule About her Bosome and would burn her up Did not her streams of Tears that Torrent stop 375. If when the Clouds lament the hardest stone Under their frequent Tears relenteth How Will Maries thicker Showers prevail upon The Heart of Jesus which did never know What Hardnesse ment He straitway melts and by His Groanes does his Compassion testifie 376. Then turning to the Grave he broach'd his Eyes And vi'd with Maries streams whither it were In Pitty of Mans fatall Miseries Who did his own Destruction prepare For neither Gods nor Natures Hand but he Digg'd his own Grave by his Impietie 377. Or in deep greif his dearest Freinds to see Of his Omnipotence distrustfull still Or in soft Sympathie with those whom He Of Tears and Lamentations saw so full What e'r the reason were He showred down Those streams for Mans sake and not for his own 378. O Tears you now are Perls indeed since He Who is the Gem of Heav'n hath brought you Forth Now you may worthy of Gods Bottles be Who from Gods radiant Eyes derive your Worth All holy Drops which are of kin to you By that Affinitie must glorious grow 379. Let flintie Bosomes build their foolish Pride On their own Hardnesse and the Weeping Eye As an effeminate childish Thing deride And inconsistent with the Braverie Of Masculine Spirits Yet truely-noble Hearts With Jesus will not scorn to Weep their parts 380. But He now from the Tombe commands the stone To be remov'd which sealed Lazarus up Alas an harder Marble lay upon Poor Martha's Heart which Faiths access did stop Corrupted was her Minde which made Her think And talk so much of Foure Days and the Stink 381. What are Foure Dayes that their poor intervention Should able be to raise a scruple here And intercept his soveraign Intention To whom Eternitie doth bow A Year An Age a World is no stop unto Him Upon whose Will depends the life of Time 382. Stinks and Corruptions no Retardments are To his productive Power who doth derive Through Putrifactions Pipes and there prepare The life which to all Creatures he doth give For by his Law which knows no violation Corruption Mother is to Generation 383. The Stone removed and the Cave laid ope Jesus the mighty King of Life and Death With awfull Majesty his hand lift up And then his Voice forming his royall breath Into these high imperious Words which Earth And Heav'n obeyed Lazarus come forth 384. A mighty Voice indeed which reach'd the Breast Of Abraham where the Soule in quiet lay But at these potent Summons made all haste Back to its own The Patriark they say Kiss'd the sweet Spirit and intreated it To bear that Token unto Jesu's feet 385. But when it came into the Cave it found What there the Thunder of this Voice had done Shatter'd and scatter d all about the ground Lay adamantine Chains which
a gallanter Damnation 251. Didst Thou not promise Me but even now The dearest Torments of thy deepest Hell Deceive me not again If ever thou Wert carefull of thy Credit now fulfill Thy bounteous Word or look no more to be Served by Man if thou reward'st not me 252. Come then burn up these Lipps which learn'd of thee Their killing Kisse Dash out these Brains which thou Taught'st how to project that fell Treachery Tear this curs'd Carkase which is wholly now At thy disposall that each Limb may feel No portion but the totall Wrath of Hell 253. Take this dispairing Soule and let it be The Prey of thy eternall Furies 't is No groundlesse Challenge that as due to Me I claim the utmost of thy Spight unlesse Thou hast thine infinite Debt to Me forgot Jesus and Heav'n into thine hands I put 254. Jesus and Heav'n Names which I now must hate As having made them my eternall Foes O how I long to be in that free state Where generous Blasphemy no Bridle knows Where I may Rage as loud's Heav'ns Thunders 〈◊〉 And being cursed curse for overmore 255. Here the full Tide of furie stopp'd his Throat Yet still He star'd and struggled with his Grief Still he tore off his hair his Breast He smote And through Self-tortures hunted for Relief His Tongue He bit because it would not speak And stamp'd the Earth which would not open break 256. But as the Hair the Fat and Pitch which were Into the Dragons throat by Daniel cast Did burn and boile and rage and tumble there Far more than in the Pot untill at last With most impatient swelling Toiments They 〈◊〉 through his monstrous belly burst their way 257. So did this Mixture of Griefe and Dispair Flame in Iscariots bosome till it grew So strong and big that all his Entrails were Conquer'd with Tortures and in sunder flew His Body split and through that cruell Wound Pour'd his more barbarous Bowells on the Ground 258. Thus from this Prison his black Spirit ran Into that blacker Jaile reserv'd for it Next to the Center of Damnation Where now it raves in chains at Satans feet Ensore'd the pois'nous flames he spews to drink O that all Traytors w ould of Judas think PSYCHE OR LOVES MYSTERIE CANTO XII The Banquet ARGUMENT TO seal his dear Remembrance safe and sure On the soft hearts of his selected Sheep Love institutes his parting Feast so pure So sweet so rich that Psyche rap'd by deep Desire at its Description sues to be A Sharer in that Bords Felicity 1. BUt ô how large a Name is Treason which Doth in another fatall Channel run And from this Universe's Cradle reach Down to its funeral Pile No Ocean E'r stretch'd its Arms so wide or spread such store Of shipwrack'd Mortals on its helplesse shore 2. And this Selfe-treason is an imbred Feind Whose bus'nesse is to undermine her Home Whose most unnatural Nature is to rend Her too too loving Dames unhappy Wombe Who knaws her selfe and with 〈◊〉 Spight Free Veng'ance takes on Luxuries delight 3. For she her selfe is Luxury a Weed Which grew at first in an unlikely Place Who would suspect that such a cursed Seed Should Paradise's blessed Plants disgrace Yet as the Serpent in those Beds did lie So did this full as venomous Luxury 4. Under the beaureous Tree of 〈◊〉 there 〈◊〉 found her first and saw her 〈◊〉 up With 〈◊〉 Zeal and restlesse Pains one 〈◊〉 But dangerous and forbidden Fruit to crop Foole as she was she help'd her up and knew Not that by it her selfe she downward threw 5. Yet She to Adam needs would her commend And He unkindely courteous could not Denie to hugg his Spouses seeming friend Who Death and Hell strait through his bosome shot And now the Dainties of all Paradise Could not his foolish appetite suffice 6. No He must taste of that which never was Design'd to blesse the Palate But the Soure Revengefull Fruit was quit with Him for as It in his Teeth did stick with all the power Of stupefaction them on edge it set Proving his fatal Torment not his Meat 7. Nor could He chuse but leave his wretched Heirs Th' inheritance of this enchanting Pain Which down through all his Generations stayers Fail'd not its propagated Bane to drain This hankering itching liquorishnes did run Hot through the Veins of his remotest Son 8. Which Fervor did betimes so furious grow That the old World on fire with Lust it set A fire which with the heat of Hell did glow And was as stinking and as black as it A fire which joynd with other sinnes grew stout And found the Deluge work to quench it out 9. But then Earths face being washed clean and white She smil'd on Heav'n with a well-pleasing Grace And God vouchsafed humane Appetite A full Commission over all the Race Of Birds of Beasts of Fish that He might see How abstinent Man would prove now being free 10. For generous spirits then doe most abstein When they are Lords of their own Libertie When Virtue is entrusted with the Rein And room is given for Self-victorie When high-straind Moderation may prove No Act of Dutie but a Work of Love 11. Mans Appetite to every thing was free Bating the Blood in which the Life doth swimm Blood is the tincture in which Crueltie Stains all her clothes a tincture for the grimm And salvage Tygres not for Man who is Or should Professor be of Tendernesse 12. Indeed good Noah who both Worlds had seen The Old and New and was more Worth than both Indeavoured to keep himselfe as clean As now the Earth was wash'd And that no sloth Might tempt and steale him into Luxurie Buckled his Bones to painfull Husbandrie 13. And that the Pains He in his Vineyard took Might be requited by the Fruit it bare He shed the Grapes into his Bowle whose Look Might well have been his Monitor to beware Its rubie die had He but understood He would have shunn'd this Liquor too as Blood 14. But as it smil'd and sparkled in his face And mov'd with generous fervor in the Cup The un-suspicious Saint invited was With equal cheerfulnesse to drinke it up So untri'd Pleasures by their daintis skin And sweet behaviour approbation win 15. The flattering Liquor as it downward went Knock'd at his Heart and easie entrance got Where with his Spirits it did complement And soft delicious Fire amongst them put Noah rejoyc'd to feele his bosome glow And his old Ages Ice begin to thaw 16. This Bait drew down another for alas Good Man he little knew that Treacherie In his Soul-cheering Cup infused was Or that his Wine which sparkled e'r would be Destructive flame But Embers often rise Into Combustion when We least surmise 17. He freely takes a second Draught and now The Liquor gather'd strength and grew more bold Impatient to be supprest below Up to his Head it found a way and roll'd About his Brains wherein there 'gan to swimm
the Faith of Reasonable Men That which against all Reason doth conclude And founded is on Contradiction Sure God so strange a Law did never give That Men must not be Men if they Beleeve 215. No 't was not God but Man who made that Law And by enacting it usurped more Than God-like Power on those he won to bow Their Superstitious Necks to this new Lore By which to brutish Sottishnesse they are Enslav'd who free by Christian Title were 216. 'T is not enough forsooth that We beleeve Mary the Mother was to Jesus but Into the bargain too We must receive That she a Virgin still remain'd And what More ready Way her Sons Birth to deny Than by continuing her Virginity 217. If she a Mother be she must be so But if a Virgin she a Virgin is And he that can in One tie up these 〈◊〉 May reconcile the Poles into a Kisse May Midnight in the face of 〈◊〉 throw May cement in one Centre I and No 218. Yet well it were had Mary been alone The subject of this holy Nonsense But With greater impudence upon her Son It ventured and madly forging what All Rational Creatures cannot but Detest This as the sacred Rule of Faith profest 219. For though the Marvell-mongers grant that He Was moulded up but of a Mortal Metall And that his Substance was the same which we Finde in our Selves to be so weak and 〈◊〉 Yet an eternal God they make Him too And angry are that We will not doe 〈◊〉 220. Thus the quaint Madnesie of a dreaming Brain Holds the same Thing a Mountain and a Mite Fancies the Sun Lights royal Soveraign To look like swarthy and ignoble Night Imagines wretched Worms although it see Them crawl in Dirt illustrious Kings to be 221. But Heav'n forbid that we should so 〈◊〉 And think our God as poor a Thing as We How can Eternity be born in Time How can Infinitude a Baby be Or how can Heav'n and Earths almighty Lord To AEgypt flie for rear of Herod's Sword 222. Can He be hungry who doth All Things feed Can it become the King of Joy to weep Can He the God of Spirits refreshment need Can He who is all Eye e'r fall asleep Can Man the Prince of Power Crucifie Can He Lifes everlasting Fountain die 223. Such Gods as these indeed were Jupiter Mars Saturn Neptune Mercury Apollo And all that Rout to whom the Pagans rear Their cursed Altars And must we goe follow Such goodly Leaders and our Pleasure take Religion worse than Atheisme to make 224. Sure God is much beholden unto them Whose glorious Faith hath been so carefull to Heap all those vile Indignities on Him Which they Themselves abhorr to undergoe If God be such a wretched Thing no more Will I and 't is no proud Word Him adore 225. But He is as Impassible as They Would make him weak and poor He cannot bow To yeild his high almighty Selfe a Prey To our Infirmities who crawl below His super-glorious most refined Nature As far from Suffring is as from a Creature 226. I know they strive to mince the Matter by Distinguishing His Natures for their Art Being asham'd of no Absurdity Himselfe from his own Selfe presumes to part Yet we durst not admit a Deity Which must on a Distinction builded be 227. But how much more than mad their 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And how transcending Pagan Blasphemy Who not content to make a God of this Both 〈◊〉 and mortal Jesus try To thrust him into one Substantial Knot With his eternal Sire who him begot 228. Two yet not Two but One these Two must be Nay and a Third into the Knot they bring The Spirit must come in to make up Three And yet tnese Three be but One single Thing Thus fast and loose they play or ev'n and oda And we a juggling Trick must have for God 229. If God be One then let him be so still Why jumble We We know not what together Did all the World not know their God untill This old Blinde Age discover'd Him Did neither The Patriarks Beleeve nor Prophets See Aright because they took not One for Three 230. I and my Brethren are full well content T' aspire unto no other Paradise Than that to which those Holy Hero's went Whose Faith knew no such curious Prodigies No Faith 's a grave and sober Mayd and she Loves neither Quirk nor Trick nor Forgerie 231. Let Love and Duty make of Christ as high And glorious a Thing as Wit can reach Provided that against the Deity No injury nor Sacriledge they preach If onely on such Terms He lov'd may be Him to neglect is Pietie say We. 232. But We neglect him not who merits more Of Us than all our Reverence can pay Our Necks we bow unto his gentle Lore And his Commands ambitiously obey Love is his blessed Law and hated be Those who contemn so sweet a Lord as He. 233. You see how freely our Profession We Impart to Strangers being confident That honest Truth can never shamed be Yet whether you will bow downe your consent Unto our Doctrines I uncertain am And therefore will no further lavish them 234. For if your Faith relies on Men who are Themselves but founded and built up of Dust If you by Reasons Rule disdain to square Your Pietie and take your God on Trust Which Heav'n forbid you onely are a Prize Unto Imposters fair-tongu'd Fallacies 235. He ceased here When Logos louting low His fawning head to Psyche gave her Joy That she had met so grave a Doctor now Whose radiant Knowledge might light her the way To genaine Truth through those thick Foggs which here Make dim and black Religions Hemisphear 236. And take good heed said He sweet Madame that You serve Him not as you Authades did O what substantial Arguments and what Religious Motives hath he mustered In this concise Discourse whose depth might well Be owned by the holiest Oracle 237. Psyche whose tender Heart not long agoe Would have abhorr ' d this venomous Language more Than doth the Lamb the Wolfe or Lyon who Nothing but barbarous Death to it doth roar Had now forgot her pious jealous fear And knew not what it meant to be aware 238. Haeretick Poyson she already had Suck'd from Authades which no sooner wun Her fond Hearts Approbation but it made An open Chanel for more streams to run Into Her Bosome Thus an Army by One little Breach poures in its Victory 239. She yeilds to swallow the Cerinthian Bait And thanks unto her Murderer strives to pay Dear Sir said she your solid Reasons Weight Doth on my Heart such sound Persuasion lay That needs it must submit and study how To be for ever gratefull unto you 240. Scarce had she spoke but loe her Doctor who Espyed Phylax flying thither took His hasty leave but pass'd his Promise to Meet her again and bad her for him look The next day there Alas the Cheater was Afraid the Angel might his
of Maturity Thou to this Light lesse fair than him shalt shew Nor need'st thou study to contrive the frame Of his due Title JESUS is the Name 66. More reason shall that Name finde in thy Son Than it of old did in Nuns warlike Heir More noble shall be that Salvation By which his Israel he will repair Than that which from Beersheba unto Dan Gave them no more but earthly Canaan 67. He shall be Great as Great as Might and Worth Can swell an Heros or as stoutest Fame Can with her fairest widest Trump blow forth Which shall be stretch'd with his magnifick Name For to proclaim his Soveraignitie His Stile shall run The Son of the Most High 68. He who is Lord of Crowns and supream King Of Scepters shall establish him upon His Seat from whose high linage he shall spring His most renowned Father Davids Throne Where hee a King of nobler Peace shall sit Than Solomon with all his Wealth and Wit 69. All Jacobs Seed to him shall homage doe And govern'd be by his more gentle Law Yea Time it selfe shall be his Subject too And his long Sithe unto his Sceptre bow The Earth shall sink the Heav'ns shall melt but hee Shall reach his Kingdome to Eternitie 70. And here the Angell paus'd But trembling she Veild in the scarlet of her modest Cheek Repli'd Bright Sir it seems you know not Me A worthless Maid who for your high Mistake Wear no pretence nor may so great a King From a vile Worms polluted Bowells spring 71. Yet though this Vilenesse be sufficient to Excuse Me from such Exaltation Be pleas'd to know I am that Mary who Finding my selfe too mean for any Son Of Princely Davids Progeny to wed Resolv'd to die upon my virgin Bed 72. So shall no sprouts from my unhappy Root Clog the World with their fruitlesse Company So shall I scape Parentall Tasks and not With Childrens Education burdned be Who finde such Work as poseth all my Art In ordering mine own untoward Heart 73. Though I to Joseph now espoused am 'T is but to shelter my Virginity In whose defence he wears an Husbands Name And of my Weakness will Protector be My Word is past that I to God will give My Body back as I did it receive 74. Alas what other Sacrifice have I To render Him for all his patient Love Wherewith he hath thus long sustained my Rebellious Life and mercifully strove With my Demerits O bid me not aspire To what transcends my Reach and my Desire 75. Miraculous Meeknesse How would other Hearts Have leap d to catch this matchlesse Dignity From which this most deserving Virgin starts O how would st thou thy selfe have joy'd to see So high an offer What would'st thou have said Had thy Agenor Gabriels Promise made 76. Her Answer forc'd his Admiration higher And op'd the Door to this sublime Replie Heav'n is not ignorant of thy sweet Desire Thy gallant Vow stands register'd on high Upon a Table neer as white and fair As thine own Heart and Resolutions are 77. Such Vows are Jewells ev'n in Heav'ns esteem Which is the pure Realm of Virginity For there th' Eternall Father wears this Gem With whom the Son and Spirit Virgins be After whose fair Example We aspire And copie it in all our Winged Quire 78. Through Mounts of Miracles God breaks ope a way To keep thee'still as pure as thy Desire When All Things in their first Confusion lay Being a shapeless groveling Mass of Mire Who would have thought the Womb of that Abysse Could have produc'd so fair a World as this 79. But then th' Almighty Spirit spread his Wing Upon those hopelesse Volumes of the Deep And by his generative Warmth did bring To light those Seeds which in that Night did sleep Thus all this populous Universe you see Sprung from the Bowells of Virginity 80. This Holy Spirit over Thee shall hover And with prolifick Virtue thee endow He who on Powers Top doth reign shall cover Thee with his Might a Might which will allow Nature no leave nor possibility To contradict a Virgin-pregnancie 81. This is one Cause and 't is a noble one Why He who shall thy glorious Off-spring be Shall wear the Soveraign Title of the Son Of God for genuine Divinity Shall be 〈◊〉 but in a mystick fashion In the great Businesse of his Generation 82. Doubt not his Power whose well-known Limits spread Wide as his boundless Will the whole World knows How Sarahs dead Wombe now doth live in seed Which past the shores of Numeration flows How the Preists Rod its sudden Almonds ought Neither to Soile nor Seed nor Sap nor Root 83. But I have mighty News to tell thee She Whose snowie Head confest her Springs was past Thy Cousen both in Blood and Piety Cold drie Elizabeth hath now at last Conceiv'd a Son an argument to thee How Nature can by Heav'n corrected be 84. The World had stamp'd the Name of Barren on Her sealed Womb and damm'd the way to Hope Of any Seed yet five full Moneths are gone And now the Sixt succeeds since Heav'n did ope That froazen Seal good cause have I to know The Time who was imployed then as now 85. I bare the Tidings to great Zachary And when his trembling jealous Soul would not Credit my supernaturall Embassie I on his Tongue a Lock of Silence put That he might know God could as easily ope His Spouses Womb as I his Mouth could stop 86. His Silence bids thee trust these Words of mine And since the Hopes of Heav'n and Earth attend With panting Expectation for thine Assent on which their noblest Joyes depend For their sakes yeild and for thy Makers who By Me his best-beloved Spouse doth wooe 87. He e'r since Times first Birth did wait for thee And has endur'd a World of Sin below Stretching his strongly-patient Constancie Through every Age of Wickednesse till now Knowing that Time at length would bring forth thee The sweet Reward of all his Lenitie 88. And now thy mighty Houre is come ô why Mak'st thou a gentle Virtue prove so hard Why by thy rigorous Humility Must ripened Joy and Happinesse be barr'd From all the Universe O why wilt thou Not let the golden Age have leave to grow 89. Why must the gloomy Shaddows which have now Weighed their heavy Wings in hopes to flie Return their Night upon Religion's Brow Which 'gan to clear up at the Dawn of thy Long long'd-for Birth and would'st thou but give way Would straight break open into Grace's Day 90. As when the Moisture which contented was To dwell below and nestle in the Earth Is by the powerfull Sun entic'd to passe Unto an higher Home it issues forth With gentle Resignation and doth rise In meer submission to dwell neer the Skies 91. So now the lowly Virgin conquer'd by The potent Pleasure of her loving Spouse Exceeds her old by new Humility And with her selfe her former Meeknesse throws Before his feet content
Death had on The Carkasse heap'd broke was that Cloud of Lead Which roll'd cold night about the Eyes and Head 386. The Worms were scrambling all away apace 〈◊〉 had into a corner got 〈◊〉 Ghastlinesse had stole from off the face 〈◊〉 froazen Numnesse frighted was and shot 〈◊〉 from the Corps Death sate lamenting by To sec that what He slew must now not die 387. Heat Vigour Motion hover'd round about Attending when the Soule her place would take Which when She saw as quick as her own Thought Into the Heart she flew and did awake The sleeping Blood When loe whil'st yet the sound Of the great Voice did in the Cave rebound 388. Out Lazarus comes O what Amazement now On the Spectators seiz'd They start they stare They gape they doubt they hope they fear they throw Their Arms wide open and divided are 'Twixt looking upon Lazarus and on Jesus by whom the Miracle was done 389. Out Lazarus comes and yet he was fast tied And in his Grave-clothes snarl'd for why should he By these poor Ligaments be now denied Free passage whom the strong conspiracy Of all Deaths massie Chains could not compell A Pris'ner in his Sepulchre to dwell 390. Out Lazarus comes and full as fresh and fair As Summer Flowers from their Winter Bed Which at their rising through the purest aire A daintier breath of fragrant Odours shed Nice jealous Martha needs not doubt for He Is now as wholesome and as sweet as she 391. But ask Me not why Jesus would call back His Friend who lay compos'd in rest and peace To this tumultuous World which Saints do take But for the Sceen of all Unhappinesse Whil'st Jesus liveth here his Friends hee warms With sweeter Joyes Peace than Abrahams Arms. 392. Alas 't was Abrahams highest Wish that He Might but behold what Lazarus now did finde How would He blesse the Sight if hee might see Him who imparteth Eyes unto the Blinde Who on the Sickly Health Peace on his Foes Life on the Dead and Heav'n on Earth bestows 393. These Psyche were the usuall Works whereby Thy Lord did to his World himselfe declare But in so vast a multiplicity That if they all at large recorded were That Worlds whole Bounds would not sufficient be To finde those onely Books a Library 394. And what meant these miraculous Dispensations But his Affection to proclaim intire Never with such illustrious Demonstrations Did royall Suiter seal his true Desire To his Queens Heart as Jesus here did prove How with all Humane Soules He was in love 395. Here Phylax clos'd his rubie Lips and she Who all this while upon his Tongue attended Both with her eare and heart was griev'd to see His high and sweet Discourse so quickly ended And yet for what sh' had heard her Modesty Paid Him her Mayden Thanks upon her knee PSYCHE OR LOVES MYSTERIE CANTO XI The Traytor ARGUMENT IN sordid love of thick and rusting Clay Prodigious Judas LOVE himselfe doth sell But for the Pains besides the High-Priests Pay Receives a larger Salary of Hell Which met him upon earth and through his own Split Body rent his wounded Spirit down 1. ENvie thou mortall bane of Quietuesse And of thy Selfe what makes thy Rage so mad To play the Canker in all kind of Blisse And on thine own Vexation live A Rod To thine own cursed back thou art as well As to the Worlds and both thy Fury feel 2. In thy mischievous Womb was Discord bred The correspondent Brat of such a Dame A Brook which well becomes its Fountain head And doth with equall genuine Poyson stream A Brook which round about the hamper'd World Its Arms pernicious Imbrace hath hurl'd 3. This is that fatall and destructive Jarr Which frets and interrupts the Harmonie Wherein all Things concentricated were By peacefull Natures sweet and sacred Tie That Jarr which in Times youth did belk and beat Till to wilde War the way wide ope it set 4. War the foule Comprehension of all The worst of Hell Fell Belzebub at first Begor the Monster of his own proud Gall From whence in Heav'n unhappily it burst A Birth-place how unfit for such a Birth And well it was that straight it cast it forth 5. Heav'n cast it forth but Hell receiv'd the Brat And hugg'd it close and nurst and kept it warm Fed there with Fire and Blood it soon grew fat And strong enough to raise a desperate Storm In its black Nurserie which it did fret And all the Devills in Confusion set 6. When Lucifer saw its Activitie With hellish Joy He kiss'd his genuine Son And as He kick'd his Fathers Courtesie And scratch'd his kissing Lips this Signe alone Dear Childe cri'd He sufficient is to prove Thou art my Issue and deserv'st my love 7. Then from his own vipereous Tresses He Pluck'd a large handfull of his longest Snakes Of which with poisnous liberalitie A favour for his darling Childe he makes Who ever since with Joy and Triumph wears The hissing Discord all about his Ears 8. Thus dress'd without and furnished within With desperate Injunctions a Commission To be sole Generall of every Sin Of all Confusion and of all Perdition He freely grants Him and then sends Him forth To trie what Ruines he could work on Earth 9. The cunning Serpent lov'd his Hole too well To suffer desperate War to harbour there He knew that even in the Realm of Hell Division would the Joints and Cement tear Which in obedience to his Soveraign Pride The Peers and Commons of Damnation ti'd 10. As through the bowells of deep Tellus He Rent ope his Way amazed Nature shook Affrighted Quiet and Serenitie Their sudden flight to Heav'n for shelter took Leaving behinde an universall Groan Through all the World such fatall Terror ran 11. But blustering on the Fury sought where he Might entertainment for his Miseheif meet First to the Lyons Dens he went to see Whither their mighty Mouthes and armed feet Might not be taught to undertake a fight In the fell Quarrell of intestine Spight 12. The noble Beasts with generous disdain Look'd on the Monster and lay couchant still Seeming to say Our Selves will hold the chain Of our own Strength and when We please to fill Our Lust with Blood Wee l hunt it up and down The Woods but never riot in our own 13. Repulsed here He made the like Address To Dragons Tigres Panthers Wolves and Bears But they in their own Naturall freindliness Hugg'd one another and 〈◊〉 all Warrs The Monster vex'd and 〈◊〉 himself to That salvage Creatures would not disagree 14. At last to Man he came And who could dream That 〈◊〉 the softest and the gentlest Thing Which Heav'ns own carefull Hand alone did frame Man who could fight for Nothing being King Of all the World Man who unarm'd was made Should turn Apprentice to the Warlike Trade 15. Yet Man the Riddle of Unhappiness Unto the Monster entertainment gave Mad Man for whom a thousand Maladies Perpetually
thick the Waiters stand whose Dignity Shines next the Glories of their royall Lord No Prince was on his Coronation Day E'r honored by such Servitors as They. 153. The gallant Cherubs and the Seraphs here With legions of fairest Angels meet And in all awfull Reverence draw neer Ravish'd at what you Mortals Drink and Eat Here royall Principalities attend Here Thrones bowe down heer Dominions bend 154. For when they are above in their bright sphear The glorious Ocean of eternal Sweets Their blessed Eyes behold no richer Cheer Than Mercy on this noble Table sets Nor did the Cherubs which kept Paradise Finde there such glorious Varieties 155. Pure are their Eyes and they can easily passe Through the thick Veil which on the Feast doth lie A Veil which in profound Compassion was Thrown on the Count'nance of this Mystery Which darts more glories from its naked face Than ever did great Mose's Temples grace 156. So long as mortall Grossenesse sticks upon The Brows of Man and cloggs his feeble Sight One glimpse of heav'nly Majesty alone Would seal his eyes up with eternall Night For what exceedeth doth corrupt their reach Transcendent Lustre prov's as dark as Pitch 157. When Batts may venture to the Eagles Nest And full against the Suns their own eyes set When blear-ey'd Owles may leave their gloomie Roost And with safe Looks the Face of High-noon met When Midnight dares throw off her sable Cloke And into bright Aurora's Wardrobe look 158. Then may dim-sighted Men with safety gaze Upon their Lords unveiled Brightnesse then May they directly to his royall Face Without a Perspectives Assistance run Then may they boldly scorn their Eyes to shrowd Under the moderate Shaddow of a Cloud 159. But Jesus who full well their Weaknesse knew Did in the Shelter of plain Wine and Bread Accommodate his Goodnesse to their View That in Familiar Elements they might read The hidden Mystery and happy be Above all that their Mortal eyes could see 160. The time shall come when the dull Dust shall be By the brisk Virtue of the Resurrection Resin'd and rais'd to a Capacity Of radiant and spiritual Perfection When faithfull Soules in their celestial Rest Shall at the Lambs unvciled Supper feast 161. Mean while it is their Priviledge that they May freely in the Shade enjoy the Sun That in the Darknesse they may meet the Day And in Hopes Region finde Fruition But who sweet Psyche would beleeve that hence Man should draw reason of Irreverence 162. Alas when Time shall old and doting grow And Christian Spirits sympathize with it 〈◊〉 will be bold to make this Banquet know That by its Out-side They doe square and fit Their estimation of it and that there Their Faith admits no more than doth appear 163. It must be Superstition if they Should think Gods Table holier than their own If of this Cup and Patin they bewray An higher thought than of those all the Town Use in the publick Inns when e'r they keep Their free Communion of Good-Fellow ship 164. Nor Jove nor Juno nor the silliest He Or She of all that Rabble who were made Gods by vain Man found such impiety In those their Makers as to be betray'd To slovenish Altars and to 〈◊〉 Rites By fained Zeal's irreverent Deceits 165. Must Rudenesse onely be permitted to Attend on Jesu's noblest 〈◊〉 And must it for most pure 〈◊〉 goe Because so grosse and 〈◊〉 Surely We Are much too blanie in Heav'n who never knew Such kinde of 〈◊〉 to our God was due 166. Is this the Thanks for keeping in his flames Of most intolefable Majesty Which once unveild by its immortal streams Would them devour and all their slovenrie Alas that Love should thus neglected be And for no cause but mighty Charity 167. But those brave Lovers of whose generous breast Jesus intire possession has took Are so inamored of this royal Feast That with all humble Reverence they look Upon it and in faithfull pure desire After Angelick Complements aspire 168. Their Hearts beat high with that illustrious Zeal Which fires our Breasts and fain would stoop as low As doe the Seraphs when this Miracle Of Love invites their reverent knees to bow Fain would they have their passionate Piety As infinite as is this Mystery 169. For infinite it is and gladly I Would its Infinitude to Thee display No Theem with such delight could sit on my Admiring Tongue But Angels must give way To ecstacies in such vast Deeps where Love Himselfe the utmost of his Power doth prove 170. Here Phylax ended and observed how The Bait would operate which He had cast To Psyches heart which being captiv'd now By his Discourses Charms and chained fast Unto the Tables foot which He set out This pious answer gently forth she brought 171. My Soules sweet Friend what thanks can I repay For all this honey which thy Tongue hath shed Into my ears and heart 〈◊〉 Phylax may He whom Thou praisedst poure upon thy head Thy full Requitall As for sunple Me What can the poor Worme Psyche give to Thee 172. She can give nothing but 〈◊〉 still A begger 〈◊〉 for further Favours sues Yet not for Cates my stomacks mouth to fill 〈◊〉 No Famins Power could make me chuse My other Diet if at this sweet 〈◊〉 Of Love and Heav'n my Soul may now be Guest 173. And if it be not so I am undone Such Hunger knaws such Thirst does burn my heart That by that Banquets Comfort I alone Can rescued be from this impatient Smart And 't is thy courteous fault dear Phylax who With its Description Me hast ravish'd so 174. The sickly what but Health can satisfie And what but Balsame can desired be To stop the Wounds wide Mouth and bloody Crie What does the hunted Deer so pant to see But some coole Fount or soveraign Ditany What can the Captive wish but Liberty 175. My Health my Balsame and my Liberty My Dear 〈◊〉 and my Fount of Blisse My onely Nectur and Ambrosia lie Treasur'd up in this Banquet If I misse Of this my Wish alas what shall I doe What hope what helpe for my encreasing Woe 176. She fainted here But Phylax reach'd his hand Unto her Arm and Comfort to her Heart I like said He thy noble Ardour and Its fuell 〈◊〉 unto 〈◊〉 Fire impart In yonder House there lives a reverend Priest 〈◊〉 for thy pious foule will dresse this Feast 177. This said He leads 〈◊〉 Virgin thither where In 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 room a 〈◊〉 of Faithfull Hearts 〈◊〉 that great Bus'nesse early did prepare For 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 forc'd them to all Arts Of 〈◊〉 and glad they were to choose Such Temples as were hidden from their Foes 178. There in a Chalice and a Dish of Wood The 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 Poverty The wonder of their Saviours Flesh and Blood With golden Hearts they waited on But We Alas in Patins and in Cups of Plate With Hearts of Wood this Banquet celebrate 179. They in the Strangers Zeal-inflamed eye
Ages hadst thy Spring Where thou didst sweetly Smile amidst the Three Most undivided One and traversing Those Heights Depths of Blessedness didst through Eternities immense Expansion flow 3. Thence when the World burst out from Nothing thou Didst spare some Streams Created Hearts to cheer No Bosomes with that Influence did glow But of thy Sweets they straight enamor'd were Which as their richest dearest Jewells they Close in the heart of their own Hearts did lay 4. Their Goods their Parents or their Children were Not halfe so pretious to Them as Thou Their Joynts their Limbs their Skin they well could spare Their tender Name and Fame they could allow A Prey to Injury so they by them Might Thee and thy Security 〈◊〉 5. The vilest Worme whom Thou dost please to grace Forgetteth not that worth he gains by Thee He shoots his warey Self from place to place And when oppressed feeble though he be He turns again and with the strongest Foe Tries what for thy deer Rescue He can doe 6. The wretched Serpent is content to feed On basest Dust rather than part with Thee Though Curses poure their Streams upon his head He makes his Body all one Helmet be To sheltre it and roules himself about Himself to keep all mortall violence out 7. Nay when the Sword or Wand its way has cut Quite through his Circles till his Body be An heap of fragments He himself doth knit Ev'n by the Cement of his Wounds till He Grows One again So lothe he is to die Though his damn'd life be but his Miserie 8. What Voyages will silly Swallows take Warme Seasons round about the World to chase What hard shift will the hunted Partridge make To shun the greedy Griffens deadly face What Wings of Speed what Tricks and Sleights will fear Of Death soon teach the close-pursued Hare 6. In how great Sweat and Pains doe Pismires spend Their warmer Moneths to reap and carry home Their Cropp which in the Cold may them befreind With Sustentation and defend Them from The fear of loosing that poor Life which They In love of it to endlesse Toile betray 10. The most industrious never-tired Bee Flies through all Summer knocking at the door Of every likely Flower where thoughtfull she Can borrow ought towards her Winter Store And thus for love of Life her honey trade A bitter course of Painfulnes is made 11. Yea ev'n the simplest Weed whose Life doth but Preserve that Stink with which She taints the air When Winter gins its chains of Frost to put Upon the Earth makes all her Spirits repair Down to the Root for rather than be dead Alive She chooseth to be buried 12. But yet no Creature with such painfull Pains Doth purchase Lifes Security as Man What Plots and Projects tumble in his brains What Cares and Labours make Him faint and wan Earth open house to all things else doth keep But He must sowe before he looks to reap 13. A tedious Prentisehood He spends to learn How he may toile himself another Day And by his still-returning Labours ern What will support his Strength that still He may Be grapling with his Work for his own S weat Must be the constant Sauce unto his Meat 14. To get a Living 's a sufficient Charm T' allure him through the most portentous Sea To make him scorn the most out ragious Storm Though Death within three Inches of Him be To fire him unto all impieties Defying Veng'ance and the Thundering Skies 15. A Charm sufficient to make him List Himself an Enemie to the life of Man Whilst he fears not to make his stoney breast Harder by martiall Steel and Brasse and can Without all blushing take his bloody Pay For his Endeavours daily to Destroy 16. O wonderous Riddle though eternall Death Invitably be entaild upon His monstrous Crimes Yet He his present Breath Esteems so deer that still he dares run on In any Deadly Wickednes which may Maintain that life which must 〈◊〉 long 〈◊〉 17. Indeed the Man whose swelling Coffers bring Him forth free choise of all the dainty Store Which Land or Sea can yeild to cheer a King May finde some feeling reason to adore His Jollse Life But what convincing Plea Can Beggers move to this 〈◊〉 18. Yet They who are so destitute within And poor without that equally they want Both Food wherewith to fill their wretened Skin And Clothes to cover it are well content On these hard tenns to live nor 〈◊〉 They be By any Death quit of this 〈◊〉 19. The woefull Captive whose dark Dungeon is No other but his antidated Grave Though neither Light nor open air be his Yet huggs his Life as deerely as the brave And lustie Gallant who himself can please With all the Fat of pleasure and of case 20. The Leper clothed in his winding sheet By his disease abhorrs the thought of death Life still is ev'n in his dead Body sweet And full as pretious He esteems his Breath As doth the Virgin whose fair Bodies dresse Of native Lilies and of Roses is 21. He who doth in a Fevers fornace frie Would yet not Cool himself within his Grave But hires Physicians costly Industrie To study out some way how He may save His torturing Life Notfor 〈◊〉 World would He By Death's most 〈◊〉 Physick eased be 22. The lamentable Gally-slave who is Fast chained to perpetuall Miserie Still toiles and rows through the tempestuous Seas Without all Hopes that any Port can be An Haven of Rest to Him and yet full deat He holds that Life which holds him Pris'ner there 23. She whom a Seige begins so close that she Is crowded up to nought but Bones and Skin Flies from the thought of gaining Libertie By Deaths Assistance and will rather win Upon her Bowels to devour her childe Than be by Famine of her Life 〈◊〉 24. The cursed Traitour who is chain'd alive Unto his Chaire of Death though he be sure It needs must be in vain for Life to strive Yet in strong Love of it he will endure To feed on his own Arms that so He may What e'r it cost Him Live one other day 25. He who disjoynted on the Rack doth lie Although his Body now no more be his After a thousand 〈◊〉 is to the to die And any Crime is willing to Confesse He doth Confesse what needs must be his Death Onely to gaine a little longer breath 26. Thus all the Gall that sharpest Miserie Into the heart of Mortall Life can poure Meets there such Powers of vitall suavitie As conquer all its Bitternesse Suct store Of pretious Delicates as dare despise The keepest force of all Calamities 27. Snatch what you will from Man besides and He Will stoutly set his shoulders to sustein His Losse but if his Life required be In vain all Comforts fawn on Him in vain Are Crowns and Sceptres proffer'd Him a price Too poor to hire Him to his Obsequies 28. Since then the Life ev'n of the meanest Wight
dearest limbs well sold Yea and their Hearts and Lives if so they may Upon their Herses wear triumphant Bay 395. But now as in the Fornace of his Pain This helplesse Victor fries he cryes I thirst For sure He longed to drink up and drain The dregs of grief that none of the accurs'd And deadly draught he might behinde him leave His mortall Brethren evermore to grieve 396. Yet they unkindly on a Reed present Him Vinagre who broach'd the Wine for them The Wine of his dear Blood all which He spent To wash and cheer their hearts Does he not seem O salvage Jews without the help of this Your gift to have enough of bitternes 397. Is this your thanks to Him who every year Your stream of harvest-pleasures poures on you Who to compleat your Banquet doth prepare Those soveraign dainties which in Eden grow And who mean while hath with his bounteous hand Giv'n you your milk and honcy slowing Land 398. Yet Jesus takes it kindly Psyche He Knew well this knawing draught would best besit The dying King of greif whose miserie So dear and pretious on his Soule did sit That He their wine aromatiz'd with Myrrh Thought far lesse pleasant then this Vinagre 399. Besides that Poison he remembred well Which from th' enchanting apples sweets did flow By wholsome Bitternes he means to heal Ev's liquorish Luxury His Palate now Doth expiate Hers and nobly teacheth it That apples fatall rellish to forget 400. And now the Tragedie began to draw To its sad end for Jesus having by Immortall patience undergone the Law And curse and grappled with the monstrous frie Of all the Worlds Transgressions lifts his head In triumphup and cryes T is finished 401. O that it were said Mary who stood by So should my Soule live still with my dear Lord. If he has found a way how not to die Why does sweet Jesus not make good his Word By coming down So sighed pious she But he made haste to his Catastrophe 402. For Justice now had nothing more to say Since by the streams which down the Cross did slow All her Objections were wash'd away And every Page of her black book did grow As pure and faire as the serenest skies When rescued from the gloomy clouds disguise 403. Wherefore she straight dismiss'd her horrid train And then withdrew her self These being gone Jesus look'd up into his Heav'n again And saw the veil which dwelt till now upon His Fathers face remov'd O 〈◊〉 sight O cheerly morning after heavy night 404. He saw his everlasting Arms as wide Stretch'd out as his were on the Cross He saw His blessed bosome ope which seem'd to bid Him to his nest of bliss return and grow His happy self again He saw his eye Flaming in pittying Loves extremitie 405. An everlasting Laurell in his hand He saw designed to confute the shame Of his own thorny crown He saw the grand Cherubick quire ambitious to proclaim His Conquests in their songs And at the sight Resolv'd to die he cryes with all his might 406. Father into thine hands I here commit My Spirit which thou woo'st to come to thee Up flew that mightie word and after it Out brake his blessed Soule for strait way he Bow'd down his Head submitting sweetly to That will he came by life and death to doe 407. The holy Temple heard his dying cry And as it could its Clothes tore for loe Its veil in sunder rent and seemed by That ruptures mouth to say I must let goe My priviledge and Jewish rites must be Resigned unto Christianitie 408. Earth heard it too and quaked at the noise Her rocks did rend her sepulchres did ope And many sleeping Saints wak'd at the voice Russled their dust together and gat up Natures commotion was so great and strange That in the guard it strait begot a Change 409. The bold Centurion with the Earth did quake So did the Soldiers with the rocks and cry Surely the World slept in a deep mistake Whilst it perceiv'd not Jesu's Deitie His Father now has owned Him and He Did when himself was pleas'd in blisse to be 410. For still his vitals in their strength remain d And he had force enough a while to live Witnesse that finall Blast for which he strain'd When He that strong and thundering cry did give These wretched theives we see still in their Pain 〈◊〉 he in his own rest is gone to reign 411. Nay ev'n on salvage and obdurate Jews So far can guilty Fear prevail that now The danger-stricken People could not chuse But grant their Hearts did feel this Terrors Blow For though their sullen Tongue would not their Fist Confest their fright upon their beaten Breast 412. Here Psyche whose soft Heart had come and gone A thousand times as he the Story told Now yeilded unto Griefs Dominion And e'r her Guardian spi'd it down she roll'd Joyning her Passion to her Lords and trying To live with Him who di'd for Her by dying 413. But Phylax by his heav'nly tender Art Soon cheer'd and rais'd her up and told her She Must 〈◊〉 now unto the other Part Which of this Sadnesse made a Comedie She look'd and sigh'd and cri'd All Joyes are dead When Jesus dies and yet dear Sir proceed 414. Know then said He this Passion and Death Hath pu chas'd all the Joyes that Heav'n can breed And cancell'd every fatal Bond of Wrath Which Sin had drawn against old Adams Seed All Jesu's Wounds are Gates by which Man may Take freely into Paradise his way 415. All sort of Pains and Shames and Sorrows he With matchlesse valour did monopolize The spightfull Wit of all Hells Treachery He vanquished by being made its Prize And yeilding up his meritorious Breath Blew down the Power ev'n of prevailing Death 416. Which when fell Satan saw it him repented Of this great bus'nesse he had brought about And at his Den in Paxis he lamented His undermin'd Designe when Crying out Great Pan is dead he made confession how He had projected his own Overthrow 417. For this was Pan indeed the God of Sheep Who held his tender Flock so dear that He From Wolves and Lyons it secure to keep Expos'd Himselfe to all Extremity And for the Fold found a sure Rampart out When with his Blood He moated it about 418. But now a Soldier he whose onely Heart Was harder than those Rocks which Griefe did burst Boldly took on him Cruelties last Part For into Jesu's side his Sphear he thrust Deep in his Heart the Iron div'd and brought The finall Stream of Blood and Water out 419. That Water which the Pericardium bound About the Heart that Blood which in it dwelt Thus all that in thy Saviour was found To feed and feast his Friends He freely spilt The Pelican so with her dearest Blood Diets and fattens up her dearer Brood 420. This done the Sun unveild his Clouded Eye And joyed the Redeemed World to see Forthwith the monstrous Shades away
catch Spectators Eyes than tie That unto which their false Knots they apply 168. The idle froth which plays upon the face Of troubled Waters swelleth not with Winde So thin and faint and sleight and empty as Is that which bubbles from a royled Minde When over-flowing Wisdomes sober 〈◊〉 In drunken Prattle on the Lips it swimms 169. As thy next Neighbour Geusis soon may be Luxurious by too much Taking in So thou must of an opposite Luxurie Be carefull for if once thy Lips begin To give the Reins to Words it is great chance But they will drown thee in Intemperance 170. Silence her Master never did undoe But ô how guilty is Multiloquie Of this unhappy Treason Nature who The Danger spi'd by Providences eye Was studious this Mischief to prevent Whilst unto thee a double Guard she lent 171. The outer are thy Lips which though they be But soft and tender yet their two-leav'd Door So close they shut that not the first Degree Of Words not Breath it selfe has power to bore Its way but forced is to goe about And through the Notes Sluces wrestle our 172. The inner are thoso Ranks of Ivory Which strougly barracadoe up thy way No itching busie Bubble can get by Except its Passage these to it betray T is no hard task for thee to rest in peace Who strengthned art by two such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 173. Before Thou speakest Thou art Queen alone And hast the free command of thine own Thought But unto forreign Jurisdiction Thou yeeldest it when Words have blown it out For strait 't is subject to the cruel Laws Of every Auditors censorious Jaws 174. When thou giv'st leave to other Tongues to walk They travell for thy Gain if Wise he be Who speaks thou learnest Wisdome by his Talk If Foolish thou getst by his Vanitie A wholsome Warning But when thine own Cock Alone doth run thou spendest on the Stock 175. Fear no discredit by Pauciloquie All Jesu's footsteps high and noble are Never was humble Sheep more mute then He Before those who his humane fleece did shear And if the Word himself was not ashamed Of Silence why should it in Thee be blamed 176. What will it boot thee to enhance the score Of these Debts which to Heav'ns Judge thou dost owe A strict Acconnt Thou must give up before His dreadfull Throne of all the Words that flow From thee in vain why then wilt Thou to death Be sentenced by thine own lavish Breath 177. Improve it rather in a holy Thrift And unto Heav'n let it thy Prayers blow Or thy loud Hallelujahs thither lift And not like wanton Windes play here below But if Thou needs wilt idely prattle I Must deal in 〈◊〉 with thy Vanity 178. No Word could Glossa unto this reply But look'd demurely and obeysance did Her conge to withdraw in Psyche's Eye And in her Nod no sooner did she read But out She meekly went and left the room Unto the Passions who were thither come 179. As these in order stood before the Throne With serious Looks the Queen first awed Them Then thus She spake Now you are here alone I am content to tell you what esteem I have of you so long as you can be What Heav'n has made you to your selves and Me. 180. Of all the Commons which Allegiance owe To this my Crown I you repute the best More quick and generous Service you can show Than those whose utmost Faculties doe rest In grosse exterior things which onely are Labouring in Sensibilities dull Sphear 181. Upon your backs I can far higher slice And with more speed than on the Senses Wings By you I wellcome bid or I defie The Tributes which to Me their Service brings You are the lively Mirrour which presents My dispositions truest Lineaments 182. The inward Body of the Soule are you The Outside of the hidden Heart All springs Which peep up there apparently doe flow In your free Chanels the abstrusest Things Which in the Mindes dark Temper nestling ly By you exposed are to every Eye 183. But as your naturall Power and Worth is high So is the Guilt of your Extravagance Though Wormes the Sons of Dirts all nuzzling 〈◊〉 In their Dames bosome they do not inhance Their Basenesse but should Birds do so in them The Crime would foule and most unnatural seem 184. Be then but truely what you are but flie In your own Sphear and you shall surely meet Together with your own felicitie My Praise and Love damp not that generous 〈◊〉 Whose embers in your Veins desire to flame Into the lustre of eternal fame 185. Love know thy Self and own an holy Pride Thine Arms were never framed to embrace Such low and worthlesse things as can abide Beasts for their Owners Never then disgrace The gallantrie of thy illustrious Wings By flagging here about vile earthly Things 186. Though to Humilities submissive Law Thou a sworn subject art thine Aim may be At Excellencies fairest Top for know That Meeknes traceth Jesu's steps and He Ev'n through Contempts black Valley did ascend To Glories brightest Throne at Gods right Hand 187. Virtue and Heav'n the soile whence it did spring Exposed are to Thee a noble Prey If rotten Earth can more allurements bring More Worth more satisfaction than They Poure Scorn upon Them and thy Self apply To hug the Pleasures of Mortality 188. The great Adventures of all Saints deride Who spent their lives those Prizes to obtein And blesse those Spirits who swum down the Tide Of 〈◊〉 short Sweets into that Gulfe of Pain Where endlesse Horrors boile and where ev'n Love It self is changed and doth Hatred prove 189. Fear be not Thou afraid to know thy Part 'T is not to Quake at all the Powers which Hell Or Earth can band against thy jealous Heart Those Tempests all are chained and can swell No highet than that Hand permits which is Stretch d out to sheild Thee from their Boisterousnes 190. See'st Thou that single Hair which shivering lies Upon thy Breast dreads the gentlest Winde Were all th' Aerial Principalities Into one Knot of Violence comb in'd 'T would pose their Might and Wit to tear it thence If stopped by that Hand of Providence 191. Thy duty is to tremble at the Sight Of that foule Monster which makes Hell so black Sins face alone is that which needs affright Thy tender Eyes a Face whose Beames can make The Basilisks fell Emanations yeild To them the glorie of all Poisons field 192. Yet if thy wilfull Eyes will not attend Unto the Terrors of that dismall Look View but the Horrors of a Cursed End And make Eternall flames a while thy Book There shalt Thou read what will deserve to be With frightfull Quaking ente rtain'd by Thee 193. And in this shaking fit shalt Thou admire What Madnesse makes fond Men to tremble at The frowns of Fortune or a Princes Ire Yet never fear the Wrath of Vengeance that Enrag'd by Brimstone in the Burning Pit Gapes wide for
All who sleighting merit it 194. But when with soft and gentle Tremor Thou Wousd'st sweetly exercise thy Self apply Thy reverent Thoughts to Him upon whose Brow Sits the bright Crown of highest Majesty God to wards thire will his own Eyes incline And on thy Heart with daintie Awe will shine 195. And thou stern Hatred as relentlesse be As Rocks or Soules of Tigres in thy Spight But see the Dart of this thy Crueltie Misse not its proper Butt thine onely fight Must be with Wickednesse on which accurst And dangerous Enemy doe all thy worst 196. All other Foes how fell so e'r belong Unto Loves Jurisdiction for She Knows how revenge to take on any Wrong By drowning it in mighty Charitie Thy Wrath is sharp but Hers is gentle Thou With Steel dost break but She with Warmth doth thaw 197. Be wary then to guide thy Stroke aright For close the Sin and Sinner joyned are Least when against the Crime Thou think'st to fight Unto the Person thou extend'st thy War The Person 's Gods who Nothing Hates which He Hath made and therefore will not suffer Thee 198. Hope lavish not thy fruitlesse Expectation On any Birth which this World forth can bring Why should st Thou dance Attendance on Vexation On Winde on Froth on Shaddowes vanishing In their original and gape to be Replenished with pure Vacuitie 199. On Fulnesse rather wait and lift thine Eye Thy longing Eye to Heav'n where it doth dwell Far off indeed the Object is but thy Discerning Power at distance doth excell Be brave and confident Thou canst not misse A Mark so ample and so fair as this 200. Since Absence than is Nothing unto Thee But its bare Name for to thy reaching Eye The Thing is Present though it hidden be In the dark Bosome of Futuritie O be Fruition 〈◊〉 thy 〈◊〉 And climbe 〈◊〉 into 〈◊〉 201. But Thou tart Anger nev r gad abroad To finde Meat for thy washpish Appetite Home will supply Thee with sufficient food Food which would fatten Thee with true Delight What faults soever Thou espiest here Fall to and make thee merry with the Cheer 202. This Item doth no lesse belong to Thee Pale thoughtfull Jealousie Let no surmise Of Others Bus nes breed Perplexitie In thine but in ward turn thy prying Eyes And give the reins to thy Suspition here In any thing which is not fair and clear 203. I give thee leave ev'n not to spare thy Queen Be diligent and if thou wilt seveer For such an One in time past hadst Thou been Immured safe in neversleeping fear Psyche could not have layn subdued by The Charms of Lust and fouler Hercsy 204. Yet Sorrow thou thy Tears may'st safely spend On forreign and on publick Mischiefs Thou Mayst help Compassion freely to extend Her reaching Bowels and her Bounty show In sympathetick Tendernesse to All Whom tyrannous Disasters hold in Thrall 205. Provided all thy Store thou pour'st not forth To quench thy Neighbours flames but savest some To wash away the stains which from thy Birth Have daily multiplyed here at Home These well deserve them but no Drop shalt Thou On any Temporal Losse of mine bestow 206. O no! A Tear's nobler Thing than so Nor must be squander'd in such vain Expence No Oriental Pearls though married to Some rich Embroydery show such pretence To Beauty as the pretious Beads whose Mine Lives in the fertile Wombe of humane Eyn 207. Let wanton Fortune take her proud Delight In trampling on what Error Goods doth call That Title on their Back cannot sit right Which at vain Changes beck must Rise and fall Let her insult why should thy Tears flow down For Fortunes fault and not lament thine own 208. Joy thou hast heretofore too carelesse been In distribution of thy lavish Smiles What is 't to Thee if fields abroad are green If Plenty with her Blisse thy Coffers fils If any thing without Thee prospers when Thou poor and parch'd and barren art within 209. If thou at Home canst nothing worthy finde Of thy applauding Notice no brave feat Of resolute Virtue no soule-plying Winde Of Heav ns great Spirit no adventarous Heat Of holy Love alas thy Merriment Is but th' Hypocrisie of Discontent 210. 'T is but a Shaddowie Dreaming Pleasure which Doth float and play in thy fantastick Brain And cannot unto thy Hearts Region reach Which still beclowded is with pensive Pain Yea ev'n thy Laughter doth with Wrinckles plow Thy face and in thy Mirth Cares Visage show 211. Wherefore in God and what of Him in thy Own bosome thou canst see fix thy Delight And then walk out yet onely to descry What Hearts doe pant like thine that onely sight Abroad deserves Thou shouldst Spectator be All else with Grief suit better than with Thee 212. And you the Rest whose neer attendance on My royall Person doth in you require Exact and generous Duty see you run Not on the bus nesse of your own Desire But mine which should be yours and know that I Better than you your selves can you imploy 213. So in this Realm of ours such Peace shall rest As the intrusion of no storm shall fear So of your selves you all shall be possest And reign in your own Bounds as I doe here So no Agenor henceforth shall entise You to conspire to your own Miseries 214. But if you scorn to walk in Honors Way Which way is Doing what becomes you best Yet must not I permit you to betray Your own Capacitie of Welfare least In your Mishap I prove a Sharer no Your Queen her Power better knows than so 215. She ending here The Passions each on other Cast their uncertain Eys and much adoe They had their itching way wardnes to smother These strict Injunctions did gripe them so Yet none so venturous was as to lead up Against the Queen their Stomachs forlorn Hope 216. Thus vex'd at one anothers Faintnesse they Hung down their sheepish looks and bent their knees In token they were ready to obey What Laws soe'r her Majesty would please On them to lay and so went blushing out That they into Subjections guilt were brought 217. For those whose Palats never yet did taste The blessed Sweets of Holy Discipline By wilfull Licences mad Revels cast Up their Accounts of Freedome and repine At any Chains although they keep them in From rushing to the slaverie of sin 218. Psyche observ'd how they this Regular Bit Into their Mouths like sullen Horses took How peevishly they foam'd and champ'd on it As loth such serious servitude to brook This made her instantly resolve to ride Them hard and weary out their lustie Pride 219. Nor theirs alone but the loose Senc's too Whom their new Laws had almost Passions made So hard they grated on their Necks and so Straitly they ty'd them to a stricter trade Than they before had practis'd or then was Profess'd about the World where they did passe 220. She by a Peremptorie brave Decree Enacted Scorn of every
of the Rest That supream Diademe which flam'd upon The Head of Jesus fully was possest Of all this Multitude for bounteous He Did lay in Common all Propriety 135. Thus whatsoever Honor decks the Brow Or Consolation smileth in the Heart Its beams are not confined there but flow With Brotherly Affection to each Part That the whole Body may engaged be To make a private Comfort publike Glee 136. And yet these so united Spirits were By several Stations distinguished Nine blessed Orders were divided there Which in three Hierarchik Classe's did Conjoin again and by their single Three Thrice imitate th' eternal Trinity 137. With these the Saints did intermixed reign And fill'd the Places of those Spirits who Hoping against their Maker to maintain Their sturdy Stomacks into Arms did goe But over-whelm'd by his Almighty Tide Their Rume onely gained by their Pride 138. By that proportion of Humility And holy Love they practis'd here below The Measures of their Recompence the high And righteous King of Bounty did bestow Which though they in degrees much difference shew'd Yet every One enjoyed Plenitude 139. So when a thousand Vessells great and small Into the Sea are thrown though some receive More of the Ocean far than others All Are fill'd brim full nor can the Lesser grieve Their Brethrens fairer Amplitude to see Since they no fuller than the Smallest be 140. But how to blazon these bright Honors how To sound this boundlesse Sea of equal Pleasures How to compute this vast Account and know The Total Summ of perfect Blisse's Treasures Posed their highest strength and deepest Wit Who were infeofed and possest of it 141. Yet all the Homage which they paid for this Supremacy of Glory was to Praise Admire and Love and Blesse and Chant out His Eternal Name and Fame who then did raise To this Capacity of Exulation O blessed Life whose Task is Acclamation 142. Through this illustrious Maze of Joy and Blisse As Psyche laboured and seem'd to be In heav'n afresh at every Step by this Unwearied Quires Heroick Peans she Perceiv'd the entertainment neer as high Which cheer'd her Ear as that which fill'd her Eye 143. And now her Wonder could endure no Rein She sacrific'd her Soule to Ecstasie When loe the Seraphs Pipes let flie a Strein Of holy Triumph so exceeding high That starting at the mighty Song she shaked Her pretious Dream insunder and awaked 144. As when unhappy Adam was expell'd Out of the Sceen of Blisse sweet Paradise And on the sudden all the World beheld Planted with desolate thorny Miseries Aghast He look'd his woefull Hands he wrung And sigh'd and sobb'd to think whence he was flung 145. So Psyche having lost this glorious Sight And ravishing Musick which perplexed Her In sweet confufion for by this Delight She tempted was to wish her selfe all Ear By that intirely Eye or else that she Could teach her Eyes to Hear her Ears to See 146. Surprised was with lamentable Fright To see the grosse face of Mortality To see the glaring Beams of Natures Light To see her Selfe on her poor Pallet ly So far remov'd from Blisse's royal Sphear That on dull Earth She still was groveling here 147. Alas She cri'd what injury have I Done unto Sleep that it should mock me thus To have me up unto the glorious Skie Why should my Dreams be so industrious If by so sudden a defection They Me back unto this Deep meant to betray 148. Unhapp Life which whilst we are Awake With nothing else but Dreams dost fill our Eyes The burly Show this Mortal World doth make Is but a puffed Bulk of Vanities Where whilst we hope substantial Worth to finde We mocked are with foolish empty Winde 149. But when by Sleep We robbed are of more Than halfe our Selves and in Deaths Embleme ly Then onely dost thou suffer Us to sore To solid Joyes which yet being carried by Our Dreams faint Wings by them betrayed be And soon forget their own Soliditie 150. Deceitfull Sleep which wear'st the Name of Rest Why wilt Thou never make it good to Me Why was I with thy highest Favours blest If they must onely torture Waking Me Why Slept I if I needs must Wake and misse By setting ope mine Eyes my Sight of Blisse 151. Phylax who all this while with piercing Eye Div'd through her Bosome and Spectator was How Charis order'd all that Pageantry Which through his Pupills wondering Soule did passe Stopp'd with a Kisse that tide of Grief which ran From her complaining Lips then thus began 152. To Joy this Morning sacred is my Dear If thine Eys bottles Thou wouldst rightly spend On Sorrow lavish not the Smallest Tear But all thy Streams to Exultation lend Thy Dream has not deceiv'd Thee all was true Which it displaid to thine admiring View 153. It is enough that Heav'n doth condescend To Act it Selfe aforehand unto Thee Nor canst thou think thy Saviour doth entend To put Thee off with this No royal He Prepares thine Eyes by this short glimpse of Blisse Henceforth to See its endlesse bright Excesse 154. In patience then thine humble Soule possesse For sure this prize is worth thine Expectation Although it should attended be till this Firm World grows Weak stoops to Consummation Time at its utmost Tether cannot be More than a Span unto Eternity 155. Eternity is that which shall enhance Beatitude and crown its Diademes In hopes of which doe thou thy Soule advance And never troubled be to think that Dreams Which on thin Fancie their Foundation lay Are fickle fluid Things and start away 156. Courageous Friend the Mayd to this repli'd Brave is the Metall of thy sprightfull Heart Which easily beats back all Misfortunes Tide And can the Streams of Grief to Joy convert Full well those cheerly Looks with thee doe suit Who all my Losse canst with a Smile confute 157. But I cannot doe so Mischances throw Their own upon my Smiles with high disdain My deep Passivity will not allow Me any Art or Power to maintain A fight with Suffrings so as not to feel The Wound when in my Heart I finde the Steel 158. It is but lately since unhappy I Was quite lost in the Mist of Desolation And heavy was that blinde Calamity Which did both muffle up my Contemplation And clip those Wings that had been us'd before Unto the Pinnacles of Heav'n to sore 159. But now her Eyes again unmaked are And unto their full length her Feathers grown No sooner I in Heav'ns illustrious Sphear Or read or flie but I am tumbled down And by my journey to compleat my Crosse No Profit reap but Knowledge of My Losse 160. O I acquit my Dream from the least Guilt Of fairfac'd Fraud in every blessed Part The genuine Pulse of Truth I cleerly felt Beating right time with my exultant Heart I would not have it false for Heav'n and yet It s being true begetteth this regret 161. For had it not been the unfeined Sceen Of