matter simply too Do bodies tho spiritual indue Unto our inner sences they thereby Tho not t' our outer sences subject ly They therefore who acquainted are with the Internal Worlds and their grand mysterie Whose sences are unlockâ—d by that hand Which doth all sences and all Worldâ—s command Can Spirits see and with Lincean eyes Behold their Bodies features shapes and guise Can also touch them and their Bodies feel Can also tast them and their scents can smell The Sulph'ry stinks which from dark Spirits rise The sweet perfumes from those of Paradise Can also hear the Angels sacred Songs The dark Worlds Cursings belch'd from fiery Tongues These are Arcana's which I 'l not rehearse Cause scoffers breathes shall not betaint my Verse Whos 's these things see see with enlightned eyes A word 's enough unto the truly-Wise But go unbelieving Thomas's who sware You will believe not that there Spirits are Except them with your outer eye you see Except they subject to your sences be Who scoff at the internal sences and Deride as whimsies what you understand Not Spirits can such Sadduces to fear In outer Bodies and groffe shapes appear So that your Ear your Nose your Hand your Eye May them both plainly hear smell feel and spy No formes there be within great Tellus womb But Spirits freely may and can assume And Spirits never come in shapes that fright The Evil cann't assume the shapes of Light Some starry Halos still attends the Good Some dark unbrattic shade the Stygian brood Good Sp'rits still in humane shapes appear In star-like Lights or brightnesses more clear Than tho third Orb 's fair and resplendant Queen Seldom in any other bodies seen The dark Orb 's Spirits take an Humane garb Or any other shape within this Orb There is no creature 'mong the numerous swarm But they into its likenesse can transform Themselves and all such shapes assume and use The which the Earth doth any way produce However most times they assume the feature Or of some raâ—'nous or some ugly creature But let good Spirits how they please appear Or in what'ever form or figure here Be manifest a magic still attends That doth distinguish them from Hellish Fiends They bring good news are messengers of joy They clear from fear from sadnesse and annoy The Seers hearts by their sweet presence and Do make them what they are soon understand But those dark Fiends of the Tantâ—â—ean Den How e'r disguis'd strike horror into Men By some hid Magic 's secret influence At the first sight 't is easie then from whence They come to know for tho a sudden fear The good may cause when they to men appear Who'r unacquainted with them recompence That fear they do with a sweet influence Which from their presence flows immediatly Which them doth ravish with its suavity Ask not what Taylor fits their fine array Or makes those cloathes or gowns so fit which they Appear in oft or of what stuff they 'r made Who dons their garments How they are array'd They are self-Taylors and self-helpers too And in a moment can all shapes indue Have they a mind for to be seen they call The Elements who subject to their thrall Do lye unto their help and then of these They form what Bodys for themselves they please But so compos'd that in a moment they Can them dissolve and soon disperse away Th'apt-toâ— be-formed aire doth matter yield Fit for all shapes for oft I have beheld The hanging clouds sometimes a Horse to frame Then to a Lion or a Dog the same Convert and so vicessively to make A thousand Forms a thousand shapes to take So most times Spirits when here seen â—do shroud Themselves within some grosse and airy cloud Which they transform can to what shapes they please And then disperse them into ayr with ease For aire condensed will admit we know Colour and Form witnesse the clouds and Bow Both Good and Bad the Elements can take And of them for themselves fit bodies make The nimble Fire the moistful Water and The Earth do subject lye to their command Dead bodies they can doubtlesse enter that Can them possesse when in a living state And e'r they 'r rotten agitate them so That they about as if alive may go Mouth Arms Legs Tallons and such members they Their force and powers better to display Assume of a grosse substance with their Hands At once they fell a thousand armed Bands With their sharp tallons pierce the flesh and beat To dust the top of Taurus with their Feet With Swords and such like instruments they slay Beat strike and wound and fiercely chase away Mortals sometimes But doubtlesse they may these Things do w'thout Armes or members if they please But whensoever Spirits Bodies here Assume and to our outer Eye appear They put on such as may convenient be And with their inner Bodies best agree For look what shapes their inner Bodies have Such shapes if visibly appear they crave I cannot better represent it than Thus Let a waxen Picture of a Man Be made compleat exactly like and fit And Hollow let the Man then into it Be put the Picture 's like the Man but he In it inclosed close you cannot see So Spirits when they ' ppear unto our eye Their bodies cloath with visibility So that the outer forms the assimulate In all things answer their internal state But that those shapes our outer eyes may see These seen may only by our inner be But how should I this Volumn swell if that I mention should what Histories relate Concerning those stupendious acts which made Men wonder much of spirits good and bad The title of which would swell too high for me And ask more sheâ—ts than in this book shall be So that I wonder much that men should grow S' incredulous think there 's no Spirit though Plenty of actions their beliefs might gain As not to judge the Melancholick brain Or phantasie to be the Father that Did Acts of Spirits Good and bad create So palpable they are that who denies Them may as well Histories Verities Question in all things else Perversity Sticks not to give the Sun it self the Lye What were those spirits that Eubatis house In Corinth haunted What was that did use For to disturb Pausanias his rest Or that who Nero did so much molest Or that which Otto terrifi'd Or those That us'd to sport about the shady brows Of the sad grave of curs'd Coligula What was that ayr and pestilential Ray Which from Apollo's Fane at Babylon Flew th'row the Earth which was no sooner gon From whence it seems it had been lockâ—â— up But all the World drank Plague's infernal Cup And what were those so oft appear'd unto Lancastrian and Warbosian witches too What spirit Iob tormented What was he Caus'd Sarah Raguels Daughters misery Forcing her Grooms by Hymen crown'd at noon To passe the Ferry-boat of Charon soon I should want time to write and
form and order laid This huge vast Molâ—s or live creature some So have affirm'd I'n this a Sceptic am That there no disagreeing seeds appear'd All was by order weight and measure rear'd Heav'n Earth Ayr Seas Fire Water Land and all Beasts Fishes Serpents Birds the which this Ball Iâ— habâ—ted they so created were That they partak'd of each internal Sphear And though those Kingdoms ever disagree Were in the World in compleat harmony So had the great Creator order'd it And them so in their place and order set That there was no disunion for that seed Of disagreement conquer'd was and hid The lighter World was Master th' other did Obey as servant and all things were good To what serv'd this the brutish Animal God's mighty Wonders in their earthly Ball Contemplate could not God Almighty then In his own holy likenesse formed Man His shape it may be somewhat like to this We now do bear But his pure Body was Compos'd of Sulphur Mercury and Sal Out of the inward ground spiritual It s nature was as all things then create Most pure and good and in a perfect state Into this new-made Form God breathed then The breath of Life which gave a Soul to Man Which Soul Eternal is so fram'd by God That from three Kingdoms it its being had Three Essences do it compose so made That it may stand or be to hell betray'd Or like an empty Vacuum which is Capable to be fill'd with Wo or Blisse For what the Soul cleaves most unto when she Puts off this case she to Aeternity Enjoys Nor is she God as some do deem But 's express'd Word or Breath to me doth seem Or a shot Ray from that diviner Sun Who is in all things and is yet but One. Adam thus made perfect and good by God In Paradise is plac'd a bless'd abode Then was the golden age indeed Earth gave Nor Weeds nor Thorns but cloath'd in liv'ry brave Had a perpetual spring continual green In ev'ry place on ev'ry tree was seen No dainty Flower which art makes now to flourish But then the Earth did naturally nourish A constant verdure it retain'd and then With thousand flowers spotted was the green Each tree at one time bore both fruit and flower Each herb to heal but not to hurt had power No sharpnesse in the fruit no naughty smell The worst fruit then our best now did excel No hurtful herb no poysonous Root grew there Of 'ts own accord the Earth all things did bear No Summer's parching heat nor Winter's cold There was one temperature did all infold Boreas broke not his Hyperboreaâ— den Nor did wet Auster or that Eurus wen From theirs A pleasing Zepher only kist The waving trees No cloud nor foggy mist Caus'd from the Earth's ill vapours she had none No Sea-got cloud arose between the Sun And th' pregnant Earth no sudden storms of Rain No snow no hail nor thund'ring was there then Tempestuous Orion threatned not the Seas Nor shew'd the time to sail the Pleiades Saturn had then no naughty influence A fructifying power came from thence The Planets not in opposition mov'd The Heav'ns the Earth the Earth the Heav'ns lov'd Heav'n sent no storms Earth's beauties to deface Earth with dull mists dimm'd not Heav'ns brighter face No starr there was that had ill influence All Rays were blest that were projected thence All things in perfect Harmony agreed In Heav'n nor Earth was there discording seed The Lion with the Lamb did play the Bear Rob'd not the Bees nor sheep the Wolf did fear The crested Cock undauntedly stood by The Fox as then devoy'd of sublety The Toad no venom had nor poysonous sting The Scorpion Nor did then the Birds great King Feed on the rest nor did the Falcon prey Upon the Dove nor Fishes in the Sea Did feed the Cormorant the lesser fry Fed not the greater nor was enmity Then found in Birds in Fishes or in Beast LOVE all conjoyn'd in Love all still did feast ADAM is Lord and King each animal Comes at his beck and doth obey his call All bow their lofty heads if he comes near The Hart nor timerous Hare his presence fear The shaggy Lion Bear the Bull the Bore Couch at his feet him as their God adore He wanted not then as we now do want Help from the Beasts nor physick from the plant Meat from the Fowles and Fishes nor had he So grosse a Body to be fed as we Upon the tree of Life he only fed No vapours then arose to dull his head No sleep e'r clos'd his watchful eyes nor knew He want of it no hunger did accrew His soul like ours was not parturient He saw th'row all things knew what all things meant Gave names to all the Creatures and did frame Them as their natures so he gave their Name Nor did he want the Camel nor the Horse To carry him he in himself had force Enough to move his Body and to bear It where he list o're Sea or th'row the Ayr. No water could his Body drown nor fire Consume nor subject was 't to Death 's dread ire It then immortal was imperishable Corporeal and yet unalterable He such a Body had as Christ had on After his glorious Resurrection In this state ADAM stood but God foresaw The wo that he soon on himself would draw Therefore he thus forewarns him New made Soul Work of my Hands in whom no pheeces foul Remain a second Deity O thou For ay mayst live Thou art immortal now Thou art an Angel and I thee prefer For to possesse the Throne of LUCIFER For this end did I thee Create that the Voy'd Throne of LUCIFER possess'd might be Thou shalt enjoy and if thou stand'st upright Th' Eternal mansions of ne're fading Light Look to thy self therefore for thou mayst guesse LUCIFER envy will thy happinesse He 'l strive to overthrow thee and to gain Thee to the mansions of â—â—ernal pain Thou' rt now in Paradise thy soul doth move In my bright Kingdom of Aeternal Love Now take thy choyse I thee a free-will give Whether thou 'lt mortal be or ever live The way â—'le tell thee 〈◊〉 thee what to do If then thou fall'st the faâ—lt shall lye on you Thou' rt now in Paradise a second God If then thou would'st 〈◊〉 this bless'd abode Put not thy will into thaâ—â—ingdom where Reignes in my wrath thâ—â—allen LLUCIFER Instead of Light an Angâ—l thou wilt be Of darknesse then unto Aeternâ—ty Nor put thy mind into this â—â—rth below Lust thou not after it if thou dost so Thou shalt a carnal Body have 〈◊〉 be Subject to Death lose Immoâ—â—lâ—â—y But put thy Mind thy Will tâ—y Fâ—culties In my Light-Kingdom exercâ—â—â— thou these There Feed not on the Tree of death nor on The mortal fruit but feed thou still upon The Tree of Life Th' one darknesse th' other death But this doth true Aeternal Life bequeath Thou seest now what
troop of Faâ—â—ies come Which round him dance triumphingly while some Anoint his eyes with Poppy-Juice and other With Soperiferous fumes his nosethrills smother And out of Bottles some pour down his throat Somniferous liquor from black Lâ—thâ— brought Long mayst thou sleep Long mayst thou sleep they cry And never wake out of this Lethargy But now the Time is come that all these Charmes Must be dissolv'd rap'd out of Sathans armes His Soul must be A mighty clap of Thunder As if the Heav'n's and Earth were rent assunder He hears affrighted up he heaves his head And as if newly risen from the dead He looks about rubbing his scarce-op'd eyes When in a flash of light'ning from the skies An Angel with an angry Countenance Descends his hasty steps he doth advance Unto this supine Soul one hand a goad Held in the other a sharp-scourging Rod. With a loud voyce I CONSCIENCE am cries he Who must awake thee from this Lethargy The pointed Goad into his flesh he â—lirks Whilst with the other hand he soundly jerks His naked Breast This sleepy Soul at first Scarce feels the stripes he then doth farther thrust The pricking Acus of his tort'ring Goad And with his Scourge lays on a heavier load Till that the blood from 's flesh begins to spin And still the Angel cries awake from sin Throughly awak'd he now begins to feel The tort'ring anguish of the pricking Steel He now cryes out What shall I do Oh! I Cann't bear this pain and up he starts to flye But round about a Mist as dark as Night Fills all the place only a little Light About the Angel shines by which he sees His sad condition and his miseries But up he starts and in the dark doth run Here up and down but yet he cannot shun The Angels strokes who where some e'r he goes Renews his torments with reitterate blows And now all 's former sins take shapes and do Where e'r he goes appear unto his view Against his face they flye Tormented he Cryes LORD from this sad HEL deliver me Whilst thus tormented up and down he flyes At length a little shining Light he spies On his right hand to that he runs and there He finds a passage from this Valley where When he had enter'd by that Light he saw His former sins ty'd on both sides the way In black and ugly shapes he loathes them now And fain would shun their sight could he tell how Amaz'd he stands What did by bosom dain Cryes he such ugly shapes to entertain Where were my eyes that their deformity And blacker shapes I could no sooner see O wretch that I did ever these commit Hel's sharpest torments I deserve for it O I am in the Wrath of God! my eyes Pour forth your teares How didst Apostarize My Soul In this deplorable estateâ— Expect no Mercy but Gods deepest Hate Oh with what anger the severer Judge Beholds me now I cannot go nor budge Where shall I flye O! which way shall I run Or where can I God's sharper Justice shun I won't go back Nor can I further go And in this place I am as loath to stay Drove to these straits what shall I do too weak Frail flesh and blood and frequent sins bespeak Me to perform those things the Law requiâ—es O sad condition O tormenting fires Of Wrath O which way which way shall I turn Hel's scorching flames within my bosom burn He thus perplext a little farther goes When that a Silver torrent doth oppose His hasty steps No other way there was If he 'l proceed but th'row those streams to passe Must I no farther go cryes he Constrain Me not O Bâ—ook for to return again No rather here I 'le dye upon the brink Thereof the lets his feeble body sink Here shall my brinish tears encrease your tide And shall as fast as your dull waters glide My eyes shall be your springs you need not fear A want of waters whilst that I am here If cold your streams with frosty fetters chain My warmer sighs them soon shall melt again Eyes ope your sluces Cataracts of Tears Fall down preserv'd you have these many years Your sullen waters 'gainst this time of need For to bewail my sad estate O speed Into this gentle River furrows make Upon my cheeks where you your Currents take Ah! Sins 't is ye that cause these Tears to flow Ye only are the cause of all my wo. 'T is ye who brought me to this sad estate I now repent me tho I fear too late My blubber'd eyes now turn from you I will I hate you all and flye you Eyes your fill Now take of Teares encrease this River so That 's streams may bigger than his Channel grow Whilst he for 's former sins a Ransom payes In Pearly Tears and'spanting Heart doth raise Within his Breast a tempest with his sighs A Man he in the gliding River ' spies When to the Wast the greedy waters had Devour'd his upper part was meanly clad With a rough jacket made of Camels hair Which with a leathern Zone upon his bare And tender skin was girt By this he knew 'T was Iohn the Baptist the Brook Iordan too Whilst with his vest the sporting waters play'd Two Crimson leaves disclosing thus he said Art thou a Pilgrim to the holy Land In which the New Ierusalem doth stand This then 's the Way no other way there is But th'row this River to Eternal Blisse Here in these waters must thou oftentimes Thy Body lave from all thy former crimes Here wash thy Soul from all the stains of sin If thou intendest Heav'n's high Race to win This Baptism by me thou first must prove E'r thou attainest that of Fire and Love This doth prepare thee for the other this Will cool that Fire which now raging is Within thy Bosom for thy former sin Here thou 'lt â—ind Peace and Rest Step quickly in His lips scarce clos'd were when the penitent Leap'd in and gladly to the Baptist went Who there immerg'd him in the Christal Tide A many times when on the other side Which melting Chrystal in round bulla's fall From 's hair and garments placing him he all Alone there leaves him But within his mind He far lesse trouble and more ease doth find As if disloaded from a heavy weight Of gives and fetters which he bore of late He feels himself and like a Porter now Discharg'd of what his back did underbow Himself doth stretch for ease But by and by A winged Post down from the Skie doth flye In 's Hand a sealed Parchment this he doth To him present th' outside a while he view'th But opening it these words he written finds We whose right Hand at pleasure all things binds And loses both in Heav'n and Earth Great King Of all the Worlds who unto Hell can fling All Mortals and thence raise again We do For our Son's sake who fupplicates for you Remit and Pardon all those
bear That mortal Man could never better hear O I 'm unworthy of the Dignity But yet I daâ—e not Heav'n's high Gifts deny Since 't is his pleasure that it should be so To him I passive bow my Head full low Who can deny the blessed Gifts of Heav'n When Crowns and Thrones and blisse Aeternal's given O Lord thou knowest what is hest for me Since thou ' lt exalt me I le exalted be As thou my joyes O Lord dost higher frame So greater strength grant me to prayse thy Name More would the Pilgrim there have said but that The Angel rais'd him up to Celebrate Love's glorious Banquet which blest Banquet was The Confarreation 'twixt him and his Spouse Under the Covert of Life's blessed Tree Upon the Leek-green grass this Company Sat down each blade its top doth bow to them Each flower seeks to kiss their garments hemm There 't was as if the flowers conspired had To starr the place or with their bravery clad This little spot above the rest for here Mâ—y's Iune's and Augusts flowers together were An hundred teeming Springs seem'd here their flowers To have brought forth help'd by the Midwife-showers Their bowing Heads which did in clusters 〈◊〉 Their gallant tufts to purple Cushions fit Heav'n's Paranymphus first sat down and theâ— The Pilgrim and his Loving Guardian The Paradysical Bevy in a Ring Upon the inviting flowers themselves did fling Making a circle in whose midst was seen A round spot cover'd with Smaragdine green Which Carpet garnish'd was with flowers which 〈◊〉 Into true True Loves Knots conspired were A thousand Crystal drops of dew the grass Lading did silver Gemm and Pâ—â—â—l the place More pleasing Objects far our Pilgrim's sight To feast and Banquet to the full invite A Troop of Heav'nly Dapifers they were Surcharg'd with Chargers who the Feast infer And with Caelestial art the Dishes plac'd The Pilgrim they with their attendance grace'd The Pilgrim's greedy eyes now on the meat They brought now on the bringers ravish'd eat Sometimes to that sometimes to these he tost Them and them in Beauties Meandres lost By 's feeding eyes his Soul took her first tast Of the rare Sweets of this delicious Feast Where the five Sences altogether dine And filled are at once with meat divine These were a Chore of Angels of that Sphear Who in their brightest Robes to day appear To grace Love's Banquet and themselves they clad With all the glories the Aelisium had Yellow Electrum hung upon their hair Whose aubourn threads conspir'd in t ' Circles were Amongst whose gold-Rings silver spangles lay Whose Star-like twinkling made a kind of day And rais'd an Halos round about their Heads Which Cynthian lustres gave to those bright threads Whose golden Woods whilst the Zephyrian shocks Ruffle the Volumns of their Amber-locks Yield such a fragor that all Arabie With all her sweets cann't reach the tenth degree Chaplets of Roses mixt with Lillies fair And purple Violets bound their goldâ—n Hair Under whose blushing shades the Day did rise From the bright beamings of their sparkling eyes But in their cheeks Roses and Lillies be Wedded together in just Harmony And 'cause the Lily reigned in their hands In their sweet Lips the Rose as Mistress stands Upon their Fronts dwelt the all-charming Graces An everlasting Hebe in their Faces Their youth and beauty strove but by their strife As friends not foes they gave each other Life But the fair Robes with which they then were clad Of Paradises silver Clouds were made Garnish'd with divers colours less the bow Oâ— fair Thaumant is to the World doth show And far less Beauties doth it give than those Which sweetly triumph'd in their splendid cloaths In these fair Mazes lost our Pilgrim was And to draw thence his eyes no power he has But whilst in Beauties Labyrinth his eyes Do tread melodious sounds his eares surprize Which prove a cliew to lead him from his gaze And out of that into another Maze His Soul but now did issue at his eye Out of both eyes and eares she now doth flye For th' Angel having ta'ne their Cue by pairs The Hymenaeum sung in sweetest ayres The Waters Groves and birds do all agree Ecchoing their Melos to their Symphonie The sweet Symplones with the Angels joyn Marying their voyces in a Tune divine They sing this Hillulim mortals below Did ne'r such sweet Harmonious Voyces know The schreeking Sphears were silent at that time And by their musick learn'd a better Chime THE EPITHALAMIUM AFter sad Winter springs the Spring The Day thrusts out the Night Storm past the pretty Birds do sing The Skies their musfling Mantles fling Away and cheer Earth with their sight After the floating Ship hath past A thousand dangers she Thorow the surging Waves at last Doth Anchor in the Haven cast And there rests in Security So after an hard Pilgrimage Th'row Earth and Hell there is Joyes that the Travellers engage For to forget their Earthly stage And evermore remain in Blisse This is the Day the Sun doth rise The cheering Morn appears And Light springs from SOPHIA'S eyes Which blesseth all our Paradise And joyes unto this mariage bears This is the Time of Joys and Prayse True Laud therefore be given To Him who is the Light of Dayes Who to himself the Soul doth raise And Earth despised Wed to Heav'n SOPHIA is the Queen of Love Her Joyes Aeternal be Bless'd Souls within her bosom move For ever tast the Blisse above Enjoying all Felicity This is the mariage of the Lamb The Lamb of Purity Who from the highest Heavens came Brought forth Aeternity in Time That Souls this Wedding day might see Fears are for ever wip'd away Sighs from their Breasts are fled And happy evermore are they Who can attain this mariage Day And are unto SOPHIA Wed. All happinesse attends on thee No sorrows shall annoy Sophia's Armes thy Comforts be Her Breast thy true Felicity And in her eyes rests all thy joy Blest be this Day thrice blessed is This hour this mariage Feast For thou shalt Live in Paradise In everlasting Joyes and Bliss And be by thy Love ever blest Prayse to SOPHIA then we give And Hallalujah's sing By whom we in this Sphear do Live Who Souls from Earth to Heav'n reprieve And deignes them to her home to bring Let Hallalujah's be our Song O may Sophia deigne With her all-quick'ning Breath among Us now to cast her odors strong And on us her spic'd shewers rain Hallalujah's to the bless'd Name For evermore we sing May it our warbling Tongues inflameâ— O thou who didst this mariage frame Accept these offerings that we bring Hallalujah Hallalujah Hallalujah we cry Hallalujah Hallalujah Our Tongues for ever warble may Thus unto all Aeternity Their Heav'nly voyces charm'd the Pilgrim's eaâ—es With such like Songs and animated ayres But now they double their sweet melody And wrap him in t ' an higher extasie For every one takes his caelestial Lyre And runs divisions
on the silver wire Gently their fingers chime the speaking Chords To which they marry Symphonizing words The Babe that sprung from this Conjunction Was Ravishment and Admiration Earth's sweetest voyces to their voyces are Like the hoaâ—se squeeking of a new-made Car. 〈◊〉 and Orpheu's skil surpast was here So was the charming musick of the Sphear Each whispering accent on its mounting wings To Paradise's highest summet brings The Pilgrim'â— Soul to Heav'n's high Thrones she ran Rais'd by the measures of their IASIAN Their Lydian straines his Heart exhilerate And with divinest Joyes it animate But whether pleas'd him most their Tongues oâ— Lyres He doubts both charm him and he both admires Their Tongues and Fingers sweetly there do vie Epods the one the other Melody Bring to contend but being sweetly joyn'd An happy Concord in their strife they find For whilst theiâ— Scarlet Tongues in quavering Notes A sweet concent breath from their sounding Throats And trembling strings their nimble fingers shake And a Symphosiac Diapason make Both gently strike the circumambiâ—nt Ayr And sweetly kiss and feast the Pilgrim's Ear Beauty his â—yes his Ears their musick feed And out of both by both's Soul 's ravished Whilst thus divinely learned measures they Upon their Timbâ—els and their Harps do play And whilst their prayse-tipt Tongues the ecchoing Groves with divinest accents make to ring Clouds of Perfumes and sweetest Spices come From their mouthes hollow aromatick room These spice the ayr musk amber-greece and Mirrh In one breath sweetly mix'd together were A gentle Zâ—pher muster'd in a trice Together all the sweets of Paradise For unto eveâ—y Tree and flower he flew Kissing them sweetly all their fragors drew Into 's inodorated mouth and there With sweet Ambrosiac Odors fil'd the fire Not all the Spices of Arabia Aloes nor Câ—sha nor stâ—ong Spiâ—kaard may With all the sweet Perfumes the Earth doth bear With these so redolent bless'd sweets compare Nor Cloves nor Cinnamon's sweet fragrancies Nor Liban's Cedars may compare to these Perfumes of Roses Pinks and Violets Of sweetest Flowers and of choysest sets Of Lilies Oringes and every thing In Paradise with every blast took wing And sweetly joyned take without offence The Ivory portals of his smelling sence This fresh assault of Odors strongly prest To ravishment the Pilgrim's smelling feast But now the costly dishes that were there As'k him why they so long neglected were Their Beauties promis'd that they there should meet More ravishments than he had tasted yet Upon them all his doubtful eyes he cast Musing on which he should begin to tast Each with a several beauty courts his sight And all to tast with equal force invite But whilst he mus'd a Cup fil'd to the brim The Angel took and sipt and gave it him 'T was sprightful NECTAR such as Saints above And all the angellic Chore to drink doth Love Unto the brim the spark ing Liquor skips And blushing deeper than the Pilgrim's Lips Invites them to the Boul they straitways joyn And down he takes that Boul of Heav'nly Wine Nor Spain nor Greece nor hundred-City'd Creet Could ever boast of Liquor half so sweet A golden Patin with Ambrosia His beauties next did to his eyes display On it he feedâ— Madera sugars are Sut both in tast and hew if you compare Them to the Ambrosiâ—c meat a thousand sweets At every tast his softer pallat meets The bread of Life stood in the second place Whiter than snow upon a golden Vase Then Heav'nly Manna in a silver plate With littering Beauties did invite to eat Like to the silver dewy drops in May Congeal'd a little in the plate it lay But so delicious was the tast of it That he was ravished at every bit This is the Angels food theiâ— daily Bread By which for ever they in Heaven are fed Milk Honey Oyl divinely mixt were there To nourish Comfort and the Spirits cheer 'T was Virgin 's Milk and Virgin Honey too Not fabl'd Iunâ—'s had so fair an hew Which paâ—'d Galaxia Nor Palestine E'r flow'd with Milk and Honey so divine The Muses birds from every flower do bear Gall if their Mel you unto this compare Nor ever did the Haemetian Mountain hold Such dulcified streams of liquid Gold Mincrva's Liquor bears a sooty foyl If once compar'd with this caelestial Oyl Full Bouls of Heav'nly Neâ—â—ar crown the board Cups full of Milk of the Aeâ—ernal Word Scaturiant stand whose purer White out-goes The fairest Lillies or the Alpine snows The Cups to smile with liquid silver seem Or Pearls dissolv'd or Clâ—opatra's gemm But they more rich and costly Treasures hold 〈◊〉 either liquid Silver Pearl or Gold 〈◊〉 Sugar nor the Honey founts of Creet 〈…〉 could a messe make half so sweet 〈…〉 that 〈◊〉 Milk for there 〈…〉 sweets commixed were 〈…〉 crystal Phials 〈◊〉 with the 〈…〉 and of Purity 〈…〉 whose Crystal Liquor shon 〈…〉 all the silver of the Moon 〈…〉 Water of Aetâ—rnal Life 〈…〉 Fire 's most happy Wife Ta'ne from that source whose crystallized streams Pearl Life's fair Trees Roots with their matchless gemm The Springs of Bethlehem which did David please No better were than Mirah's unto these The limpid Iordan though so clear he seem To these shews as Asphaltes shews to him Sampson's strange Spring with which he quencht his thirst Nor Mose's stream which from the Rock did burst Could march these Ever-living Streames one drop Of these it was that made those Springs burst up One drop of these fair Waves 't is gives unto All Rivers all the Crystal they indue Neighbours to these Cups of Obryziam Gold More precious than that of Ophir hold Dew far more sweet than that which doth distil From the sweet flowers upon HERMON Till From mystic SION'S sweetest flowers this By Angels hands fresh daily gathered is And all the Graces which did grace the Feast These twice bless'd Dews had by their Labour blest For from fair Paradise's Trees and flowers They had shook these more than Argolic showers From off the trembling Leaves they shook the drops Of purest Crystal into golden Cups Where a thousand crowded Pearls into one rold Shew'd like a fair one clasp'd in ductil Gold Deeply of these the happy Pilgrim sips And drenches oft his Nectarized Lips All mortal Waters this Azanium Did loathsome and diâ—tastful make to him And far more truly may this phrased be Than the Italians Chrisâ—i Lachrimae His Tears nor Blood were wanting there for in Most sumptuous Craters did that Liquor swim Whose tast and colour did by far excel The sweet and deep-dy'd Cretian Muscadel That sacred drink he also freely sips Which adds more Scarlet to his blushing Lips Besides all these upon the board did croud Of Paradise's Fruit a multitude Whose sweetest looks as well the eyes delight As their deliciousnesse the appetite No Salgaâ—a's nor yet Preserves express Can half the tythe of their deliciousness Nothing of Earthly acritude was there Nothing of sharp or bitter did appear 〈◊〉 were
Love And did not know which way himself to move Intoxicated and o'returned quite He was with Love's exuberant delight The burning Tâ—ncture of the Heart of God Rol'd o're his Soul a most delightful Flood Which him transported into Rapts divine So that he seem'd like one made drunk with Wine In this strong heat of his exultancy He on the green grasse swift about did flye With all those Graces who compos'd a Ring And dancing round this Hymn with joy they sing Hymn SAcred Flames of LOVE divine In our breasts untainted shine Feed upon our Souls and let Them unto the stake be set O Bless'd Fires quickly come We 're prepar'd for Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dyes Unto LOVE a Sacrifice Blessed IESUS from thine Eye There thrice sacred Flames did fly Which now burn without controul On the Tinder of our Soul Blessed Fires O consume What 's prepar'd for Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dyes Sacred LOVE'S true Sacrifice The Aetherial Flames that are Couched in the Welkin fair Those that Crown the radiant Sun Those which beautifie the Moon Are lesse fair than those which Come For to Crown our Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dyes LOVE'S unspotted Sacrifice O how raging yet how sweet Are those burning Flames which greet Our dry Souls with scalding Kisses Pains dispensing with our Blisses But such pains we wish to Come That give Crowns of Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dyes Purest LOVE'S pure Sacrifice O our Souls are all on Fire We consume in our desire We desire what we possesse Waters but our Fires encrease Those bright Fires which are Come To Crown Souls with Martyrdom O thrice blessed Soul that dyes Purest LOVE' 's blest Sacrifice O what lingring Death is this Bliss inviteth us to Bliss By these tasts of Love we be More inamour'd of the Sea Of Abyssal Love whence Come Flames to crown our Martyrdom Blessed is the Soul that dies LOVE'S most willing Sacrifice O what kind of pain is this Which is sweeter than all Blisse O 't is pain intolerable Pleasure yet unutterable Such are the bless'd Flames which come T' Crown us with Love's Martyrdom Happy is the Soul that dies Thus LOVE'S Living Sacrificeâ— O we cry we cannot bear Love's hot flames which domineer In our Breasts and yet had we Damn'd to Hell far rather be Than to lose these Flames which come To Crown us with Martyrdom Blessed is that Soul that dies Thus LOVE'S daily Sacrifice Fierce was the flame and strong the happy heat Which on the Pilgrim's chafed Soul did beat Quick beat the pulses of his Noble breast High was the Tyde of LOVE which still encreast Its scalding waves so that he thought he shou'd Have lost his Life in that delicious Flood Such were Love's Ardors he could scarce forbear His fettering flesh his free Soul's chaines to tear How oft he mounted nimbly from the ground As if his Soul some passage thence had found How was he griev'd to see he leap'd in vain To see his Body bring her down again O how he wished that his Soul might be Now from the shackling gives of Flesh set free That she might spread her spacious wings and fly Th'row the wide Welkin of Aeternity Unto th' illustrous Throne of Christ and there Among the Crowned Saints new cloath'd appear But chiefly that she without Letts might move In the vaâ—t Ocean of Aeternal LOVE For whilst that Flesh her freedom did restrain The more her pleasures was the more her pain To be deny'd her Liberty that she Engulphed was not in that endlesse Sea Streams could not now content her the Abysse Of Love alone must now compleat her Blisse O happy Souls which in such Flames do move And frying thus LOVE' 's blessed Martyrs prove But whilst Love's Noble Flames heat every part Of 's Breast and make a Bonfire of his Heart This blessed Pilgrim lifted up his eyes Unto the glorious East of Paradise Where Worlds of glory rising from the place Amazing Splendor hurled on his Face And though it were all Day in Paradise A Sun and greater Day began to rise A Light he saw which springing from the East All Paradise's lustrous braveries blest Adding new glories to those Beauties that One would have thought could not have been more great The Rosie-cheek'd Aurora did embright The glorious womb of Day with no such Light The Cynthian Goddesse from the Orb did throw No such bright Rayes upon the World below Nor yet the flaming Giant of the Day Such streams and beams of Light did e'r display Ten thousand Suns ten thousand times more bright Than ours would not have paralell'd this Light Needs must it dazling be what mortal eye Can view the Splendors of Aeternity The Angels and the Graces all when they Behold it clap their downy Wings for â—Joy And with due reverence thrice three times did bow Their Heads and kiss'd the flowry Pavement too As brighter Titan dims the lesser Stars So did this Light devour that light of theirs As for the Pilgrim on the ground he lay Obstupified with that glorious Day But yet with all th' advantage he could make Of that illustrous sight a view did take A crowd of Clouds begilded with the Beams Of the Aeternal Sun whose radiant gleames Had pierced th'row them so a small thin Cloud I oft have seen when Sol himself did shroud His face behind it from my eyes grow clear And tincted th'row a various colour were Appear'd far brighter than our Sun below Dress'd with more paintings than the Iris bow This Mask of Clouds was the Auroâ—a too The Sun of Glory that close after flew But pitching in the midst of Paradise This bright but yet a Vail assunder flyes And gave free leave for every Eagle eye To see the bright Sun of Aeternity It was the Sun of Righteousnesse who there Did in his glorious Ornaments appear The Tongues of Men nor Angels can unfold That Glory which the Pilgrim did behold A stately Throne more clear than Crystal glasse Burnish'd with Heav'nly Gold erected was On which sat down Glories immortal King From whom all Happinesse and Blisses spring O glorious sight who ' le not confounded be To see such Splendor and such Majesty Upon his Head a starry fourfold Crown Irradiating sat from whence flow'd down Fair and soft Volumns of the purest snow Which spread upon his sacred back full low A fount of Light which fill'd all Paradise With Sun-like brightnesse flowed from his eyes His Paps were girded with a Golden Zone Of more than Cynthian lustre was his Gown In 's Hand the Scepter wherewith he did sway The Worlds in Righteousnesse and Justice lay But O th' unutterable Majesty And Lovelinesse that in his Looks did lye A World of Wonders and a â—onâ—rous Grace Were to be spied in his sacred Face A Light more bright than thoâ—sand Suns about His Throne did flow from whence it issued out Behind was seen great Sathan overthrown Death Hell the Woâ—ld and all