By Edward Benlowes Esq

Love not the World, neither the things that are in the World; if any Man love the World, the love of the FATHER is not in him: For all that is in the World, the Lust of the Eyes, the Lust of the Flesh, and the Pride of Life, is not of the FATHER, but is of the World; and the World passeth away, and the Lust thereof. But He that doth the Will of God abideth for ever.
1 Joh. 2. 15, 16, 17.


Printed for Humphry Mosely, and are to be sold at the Princes Arms in St. Pauls Church­yard, 1657.


‘Love not the World, neither the Things that are in the World; if any man love the World, the Love of the FATHER is not in him, &c.’1 Joh. 2. 15, 16, 17.
WOrldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear;
May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear:
While Sinners split on shelves, Saints to
Heav'ns Harbour steer.
Earthlings! What's Heap of Wealth?
What's Honours Height?
What's Pleasures May? can toyes so slight
Blesse Heav'n-descended Soules with Lifes eternall Light?
Riches from most men, swift as Eagles, fly;
Honours on popular breath rely;
Pleasure's a flash;—And All combind, but Vanity.
Why dot'st thou, WORLD, on these? we will not stay:
Iuggler, We know thy tempting Way;
Which is, by Charms to mock our Sense, and then betray.
Art toyles to serve thee; Sables yield their Skinnes;
The Silk-Worm for thy Ward-robe spinnes;
The Rock with Jemmes, the Sea with Pearles, embosse thy Sinnes▪
To bribe thy Palate, Lust draynes Earth, Air, Seas;
Whence Finny, Wing'd, hoof'd Droves must please
The Glutton, made thereby a Spittle of each Disease.
False World, Asps poyson equals not thy Gall,
Imbittering Soules to Hell. Thus all
Thy Darlings thou delud'st with thy enchanting Call.
I wonder not unbridled fools run on;
Since all their Heav'n's on earth alone;
Which, though thou seem'st to give, as soon as giv'n, 't is gone.
Kisse, and betray, then Nero's Rage out-dare;
He, whom thou hugg'st, should most beware:
I shall un-mask thy Guiles, and thy fond Gulls un-snare.
Thy Smile is but a trap, thy frown a bubble,
Thy Praise a squib, thy beauty stubble;
Who know thee best, have found a Theater of Trouble:
Where Men and Devils meet; and Sense, compact
With Fraud, gild every vicious fact:
Where we must Evil hear, or suffer it, or act.
Thy Friends are thieves of Time; The chat they vent
(Light Ayres please toyish eares▪) is spent
On trash, which Mindes seduce with cheating blandishment.
Thy gifted Sythemen have Religion mown,
Which, in their Meeting-barnes, is grown
From Best to All (like Corinths Schism) from All, to none.
Thy Shop vents brayded Ware of apish fashion;
Thy Gauds (Wealth, Sport, Pride) breed Vexation;
Like Hoboyes, on Earths Stage, oft ushering in—Damnation.
Ah, while, like Larks, fools with vain feathers play,
Pleas'd with Sinnes glasse, are snatcht away,
In midst of their Excesse, to Hells tormenting Bay!
World, thou soul-wracking Ocean! Flatteries blow
Thee up, thou blue with Spite dost grow,
Brinish with Lust, like the Red-sea, with Bloud dost flow.
And, like the Basilisks prodigious eyes,
Thy first sight kills, but thy self dyes
First seen: Quick-sighted Faith thy Darts prevents, and spies.
Had'st been lesse cruel, thou had'st been lesse kind;
Thy Gall, prov'd Medicine, heales my Mind:
Thus Hell may help to Heav'n, the Fiend a Soul befriend.
The age-bow'd Earth groans under Sinners weight!
Iustice, opprest, to Heav'n takes flight,
Vengeance her place supplies, which with keen Edge will smite.
False World! is Hell the Legacy to thy Friend?
Crawl with thy trifles to the Fiend:
We scorn thy Pack.—thIs year May bVrnIng CLose thy enD▪

For All that is in the World, The Lust of the Eyes, is not of the FATHER, but is of the World, &c.

MIdas, to th' Barre; thou void of Grace, yet stor'd
With Gold, thy minted God, a dor'd:
Thou, and thine Idol, perish in thy wretched Hord.
Thy heart is lockt up in thy shrined Chinck:
O, heavy Gold, bred near Hells brink!
Misgotten Elf, thou Heav'n-designed Soules dost sink!
Whose Gain is Godlinesse,—The Scripture he
Perverts:—Dayes him with Interest fee,
Who Incest still commits with his Coynes Progeny.
Thou hast too much, yet still thou whin'st for more;
Thou, wishing, want'st; art, wanting, poor:
Thou would'st ev'n plunder Hell for Cash to cramme thy Store.
While gripes of Famine mutiny within,
And tan, like hides, the shrivel'd skin
Of those thou hast decoy'd into thy tangling Ginne.
Whose skin, sear as the bark of saplesse wood,
Clings to their bones, for want of food;
Friendlesse, as are Sea-monsters thrown ashore by th' Flood.
Though Fasts be all their Physick, their Corps all
Their Earth, who for thy Pity call,
Yet art thou harder to them than their bed, the stall.
Penurious Churl, When shall I (sayes thine Heir)
Ransack thy Chests? so ease thy Care:
Purchase, instead of Ground, a Grave!—Dye, Wretch, to spare!
Hath treach'rous Coin swell'd by thy Curse?—Live still
Lay-Elder: Soon thy Crimes fulfill:
The heaviest Curse on this side Hell's to thrive in Ill.
How cursed Love of Money doth bewitch
The leprous Mind with pleasing Itch!
This Slave to his own Servant, ne're was poor, till rich!
Graves may be sooner cloy'd, than craving eyes:
Bribes blanch Gehazi till he dies.
Thou, Fool, Death shall this night thy Dunghill Soul surprize.
Nor would this. City-Wolf lead Men to Snares,
Nor vex his Mind with carking Cares,
View'd he himself i'th' Mirrour which Despair prepares.
So wastefull, Usurer, as thy self, there's none;
Who part'st with three true Jemmes, for one
Brittle as glasse;—thy Fame, Rest, Soul for ever gone!
Who Nettles sow, shall Prickles reap; the train
To Hell is idolized Gain:
Unlesse thou Fiends can'st bribe, thou go'st to endlesse Pain!
His hide-bound-Conscience opens now.—I've run
On rocks (he howles) too late to shun!
Grace left, Wrath seiz'd me! Gold, my God, hath me undone!
Often to Hell in Dreames I headlong fall!
From Devils then I seem to crawl,
While Furies round about with whips my Soul appall!
Atheism our Root, for Boughs were Factions store,
Hypocrisie our Leaves gilt o're,
Wrath, Treachery, and Extortion, were the Fruit we bore!
Like profane Esau have we sold our blisse,
For shine of Pelf, that nothing is!
This desperates our Rage, we still blaspheme at This!
Thus cursed Gripers restlesse Tortures feel,
Whose hearts seem'd rocks, whose bowels steel.
I burn, (cryes Dives) for one drop, deny'd, I kneel!
Fire each where broyles[?] me, Fire as black as Night!
Goblins mine Eyes, Eares Shrieks affright!
Sins Debt still paying; nere discharg'd, is Infinite!

For all that is in the World, The Lust of the Flesh, is not of the FATHER, but is of World, &c.

STrow Flowers for Spend-thrift; Antemasks he might
Act before Apes, Spectators right:
Whose Dops, Shrugs, Puppet-playes, shew best by Candle-light.
Hot showes the Season by his dusty head;
With fancy'd ribbands round bespread;
Modish, and maddish, all untrust, as going to bed.
Ho! First brisk Wine, next let a sparkling Dame
Fire our high Bloud, then quench our Flame!
Blest is the Son, whose Father's gone i'th' Devils Name.
Each pottle breeds a Ruby, Drawer, score 'um:
Cheeks dy'd in Claret, seem o'th' Quorum,
When our Nose-Carbuncles, like Link-boyes, blaze before 'um.
Compleat thy funetall-Pyle; shouldst thou mark well
How down the Drunkards throat to Hell
Death smoothly glides; to swim so sadly would thee quell!
Spawns of Excesse, Dropsies and Surfets are;
From Tenants Sweat's thy Bill of Fare:
Each Glutton digs with's teeth his Grave, whose Maw's his Care.
He's sick, and staggers. Doctor, his Case state us;
His Cachexie results from Flatus
Hypochondrunkicus, ex Crapula Creatus.
Scarce Well, he swills what should the Needy store;
And grindes between his teeth the Poor,
Who beg dry crumnies, which they with Tears would moisten o're.
He a sharp Reck'ning shall, with Dives, pay;
Whose Feasts did hasten 'his Audit-day;
Death brought the Voider, and the Devil took away!
Enter his Courtesan, who fannes his Fire;
Her pratling Eyes teach loose Desire:
Fondlings to catch this art-fair Fly, like Trouts, aspire.
With Paint, false hair, and naked Breasts She jetts,
And Patches, (Lusts new Lime-twigs) sets;
Like Tickets on the Door, Her self (for Gold) She lets.
Her Basilisk-like Glances taint the Air
Of Virgin-Modesty, and snare
His tangling Thoughts in trammels of her ambush hair.
With her profusely he mispends his dayes
In Balls, and Dances, Treatments, Playes;
And in his Bosome this close-biting-Serpent layes.
Death, after Sicknesse, seize this Hellen must;
Whose radiant Eyes, now Orbs of Lust,
Shall sink, as falling Starres, which, jelly'd, turn to dust.
How wildly shewes corrupted Natures Face,
Till deck't by Reason, Learning, Grace?
Without which Politure the Noblest Stem is base!
Fooles rifle out Times Lottery: Who mispend
The Soules rich Joyes, alive descend,
And antedate with stings their never-ending End!
Thy Acts out-sin the Devil; Who's ne're soyl'd
With Gluttony or Lust, ne're foil'd
By Drink; nor in the Net of Slothfulnesse entoyl'd.
Therefore in Time beware; let not Sin-charms
Bewitch thee, till Wrath cryes to Arms.
Sins first Face smiles, her second frowns, her third Alarms.
How blind mad Sinners are when they transgresse!
All Woes are, than such Blindnesse, lesse!
That Wretch most wretched is who sleights his Wretchednesse!
When Death shall quench thy Flames, and Fiends thee seize,
In brimstone-Torrents, without Ease,
Thou'lt broyl mid'st blackest Fires, and roar mid'st burning Seas!

For all that is in the World, The Pride of Life, is not of the FATHER, but is of the World; and the World passeth away, and the Lusts thereof, &c.

USher Aspiro in with's Loomes of State,
To weave Frauds Web, and his own Fate;
Who, mounted up, throwes down the steps him rais'd of late,
His posture is ambiguous, his Pace
Is stately high, who thinks it Grace,
If he casts forth a word, and deigns but half a face:
Nor minds he what he speaks; For by false Light,
Like to his Faith, he thrives; Whose Sight,
Clouded with Jealousie, can never judge aright.
By dubious Answers he is wont to guesse
At Mens Dislikes; and feares no lesse
Feign'd Quips, than just Reproofs: Fear haunts him in each Dress.
Ambition prompts to Precipices steep,
Which Envy gets, and Hate doth keep;
His daily thoughts of climing break his nightly Sleep.
Could he with's foot spurn Empires into Air,
And sit i'th' Universall Chair
Of State; Were Pageants made for him, as the Worlds Maior;
Those fond Disguisements could not long him fence,
But Crosses still would vex his Sense,
And leave him blest but in the Preterperfect Tense.
Ev'n That at which Prides towring Project flies,
If gain'd obliquely, sinks, and dyes:
Earths Potentates! great Aims, Plots, Fears makes Tragedies▪
Achitophel and Absalon prove This,
(Who of their Plots, not Plagues did misse)
To Matchiavels: That Ill worst to the Plotter is.
Pompey and Caesar so ambitious grow,
A Battel must be fought to show
Which of those Cocks o'th' Game o're Rome at last should crow▪
The World, as Great—Cham, Turk, Mogul up-cryes,
Tuscans Great Duke, (all, no great prize)
Great Alexander:—The Nine Worthy—Ironies.
Ev'n Scepters reel like reeds: Who had no Bound,
Is bounded in six foot of ground;
Here lies the Great—Thou ly'st, here but his dust is found.
Who lately swell'd to be his Lordships slave,
May trample now upon his grave,
That levells All. Best Lectures dust-seel'd Pulpits have.
Where's now the Assyrian Lion? Persian Bear?
Greek Leopard? Romes spread-Eagle where?
Where now fam'd Troy, that did in old Time domineer?
Troy's gone, yet Simois stayes. See Fates strange Play!
That which was fixt, is fled away;
And what was ever sliding, that doth onely stay!
Therefore, why gap'st thou thus for Shadowes? who
Neglected lets the Substance go,
Led by false hope, he makes sad End in endlesse Woe!
The Mighty mighty Torments shall endure,
If impious: Hell admits no Cure:
Ambition's never safe, though often too secure.
If Pride on Wing could reach the Starres; yet shall,
Like Lucifer, its Carkase fall:
Pride mounted Babels Tower, and arched Satans Hall.
In Center of the terrible Abysse,
Remotest from Supernall Blisse,
That haplesse, hopelesse, easelesse, endlesse Dungeon is!
Where Nought is heard, but Yelling! O, that I
Might once more live! or once more dye!
Cursing his Woes, he wooes GODS Curse Eternally!

But He that doth the Will of GOD, abideth for ever.

Lord, Teach us so to number our dayes, that we may ap­ply our hearts unto Wisedome.
LUst brings forth Sin; Sin Shame; Shame-cryes, Repent;
Repentance weeps; Teares Prayer do vent;
Prayer brings down Grace; Grace Faith; Faith Love; Love zeal up sent.
Who feares GOD, is, without Despondence, sad;
Timorous, without Despair; and glad,
Without wild freaks: Whereas the World's Knave, Fool, or Mad.
Part should the World what are in Man combin'd;
The Body melts to be refin'd;
Grace cheeres the Suffering, Glory crowns the conquering Mind.
Nor Chance, Change, Fraud, nor Force, the Just Man fright,
In greatest Pressures He stands right;
Ever the same, (While Sloth feels Want, Ambition Spight.)
From costly Bills of greedy Empyricks free;
From Plea of Ambidexters Fee;
From hypocritick Schism of Kirkish Tyranny.
He with Observance honours Vertues Friends;
And to their faithfull Counsell bends;
But not on empty formes of Worldly gauds depends.
In praysing GOD, above the Starres He climes;
And pitying Courts, with all their Crimes,
And Fawns, and Frownes, dares to be good in Worst of Times.
Joy, Little World, spite of the Greater, blest;
Scanted abroad, within dost feast,
Hast CHRIST Himself for Cates, The Holy GHOST for Guest.
Thou walk'st in Groves of Myrrh, with CHRIST thy Guide,
(The best of Friends that e're was tri'd)
By Thee in Vale of Teares spirituall Joy's descry'd.
Knew but the World what glorious Joyes still move
In Faiths bright Orb, 't would soar above
All Sense, and center in the Point of Heav'nly Love!
O, Loves high'st Height! Thou art the Wise mans Blisse!
T' enjoy Thee's Heav'n, Hell Thee to misse!
The Earth, yea, Heav'n hath its Beatitude from This!
No Christian Kings win by each others Losse;
What One gets by Retail, in Grosse
All lose; While still the Crescent gains upon the Crosse.
As Children fight for toyes; So Kings for clods:
Heav'ns Heir's more great, and rich by ods:
For All is His, and He is CHRISTS, and CHRIST is GODS.
No Bank on Earth such Summes of Wealth can lend,
As Saints, who on Heav'ns Grace depend;
GODS Word their Law, His SPIRIT their Guide, The LAMB their Friend.
But, what's vain Man? what his earth-crawling Race?
That GOD should such a shadow grace,
And him Eternally in GLORIES Region place?
No Surfets Maw-worm's there, no itch of Lust,
No Tympany of Pride, no rust
Of Envy, no Wraths spleen, nor Obdurations crust.
But, there, though Blisse exceeds, It never cloyes;
For, sweet Fruitions Feast employes
Still new Desire; Where none can count his least of Joyes!
The Soul there (throwing off her raggs of clay,
Laid in Earths Ward-robe, till last Day)
Ever triumphs in every Beatifick Ray.
There, each Saint doth an endlesse Kingdome own!
There each King hath a starry Crown!
Each Scepter there o' re-powers the Worlds, and Devils frown!
None blest, but He who finds the JUDGE his Friend,
When the last Trump shall Summons send!
The End doth crown, the Work, may JESUS crown
The END▪


‘Nolite diligere MUNDUM, neque ea quae sunt in MUNDO; si quis dilexerit MUNDUM, Amor PA­TRIS non est in eo, &c.’Johan. 2. 15, 16, 17.
AMbitionis, & Invidiae, & Formidinis expers,
Respuo Mundicolas; Faveant Virtutis Alumni:
Coelestis Statio His, aestu sorbente scelestos.
Terrigenae! quid acervus Opum? quid culmen Honorum?
Flora Voluptatum? possuntne rependere Menti
Coeligenae Vitam, quae sunt peritura, perennem?
Pluribus aufugiunt Gazae pernicibus alis;
Est Honor incerti demulcens aura Popelli;
Luxuriesque vapor;—Complexim cunctaque vana.
Munde, quid haec fugiriva colis? Star, nolle morari:
Novimus, Impostor, quod es insidiosus Amicis;
Circaeo faciles illudis Carmine Sensus.
Ars tibi subservire studet; tibi Russica molles
Exuvias Mustela parat; tibi Serica Bombyx;
Gemmis Petra, Salum Baccis tua Crimina ditant▪
Fert lautas tibi Luxus Opes Terrae, Aëris, Undae;
Undè Tuis properant Pinnae, Pennaeque, Feraeque;
Ex quibus innumeros sibi procreat Helluo Morbos.
Aspidis ira tuum non aequat, Munde, Venenum:
Indè venenatas protrudis ad Infera Mentes,
Praestigiis damnans Cultores, Leno, Gehennae.
Non fatuos laxis excurrere miror habenis;
In Mundo solum tuus expetit assecla Coelum;
Quod dare, Munde, licèt videaris, ut unda recedit.
Oscula fige dolosa, Nerone neronior ipso;
Quò magìs arrides, magìs hinc sibi quisque caveret:
Denudabo Dolos, solvamque è compede plexos.
Perfidiosus Amor tuus est; tua, bullula, bilis,
Laus ignis fatuus, tua forma fugacior Euro;
Te benè qui norûnt miserum sensêre Theatrum:
Daemon ubi consors Homini; Sensusque, doloso
Ore, dat injustis injusta Encomia factis:
Hîc audire, pative, Malúmve patrare, necesse.
Sunt Socii fures pretiosi Temporis; istud
(Vana placent. Vanis) quodcunque loquendo refundunt,
Flectit ad▪ Illecebras sancto de Tramite Mentes.
Praetextu Lucis, Pessundant Sacra Profani;
Optima quae fuerant, Conventibus Omnia fiunt;
Omnia Nil Pariunt, nisi Schismata, (More Corinthi.)
Quisquilias, Animae pretio, proponis emendas;
Provenit ex Opibus, Ioculis, & Honoribus Angor;
Saepè Gehennali Praeludia splendida Busto!
Heu! dum Vanipetae Plumis, ut Alauda, jocantur,
Dumque favent Scelerum Speculis,—in Criminis actu,
Horrida Tartareae raptantur ad Agmina Flammae!
Perdanimum tu, Munde, Fretum! turgescis in altum
Obsequio, palles Livore, Libidine falsus,
Sanguine profuso, Rubium velut Aequor, inundas.
Prodigiosa refers Basilisci▪ Lumina, primo
Destruis intuitu, visus prior, ipse necaris:
Teque, Tuumque Fides praevertit Acumine virus.
Si minùs immittis, mitis minùs indè fuisses;
Menti, felle tuo, Panacea probata paratur:
Itur ad Astra, per Orcum; Animae sic Dis fit Amicus.
Pondere Peccantûm Tellus gibbosa gemiscit:
Astraea ad superum, violata, revertit Olympum;
Sera, at certa, Reos Vindicta severa prehendet.
An Styga, Munde, Tuis tua Testamenta resignant?
I tricis, Delire, tuis ad Daemona; Totum
Te dedignamur:—sit ConfLagratIo MVnDI.

Nam Omnia quae sunt in Mundo, Libido Ocu­lorum, non est ex PATRE, sed ex Mun­do, &c.

MIda, tende Manum; tibi Gratia rara, sed Auri
Satque, superque; tuum Nummum, quasi Numen adoras:
Tu, Numenque tuum Nummi pereatis in Areâ.
Aestuat angustae cor opertum in carcere Cistae:
Proli, Auri grave Pondus, Humi propè Viscera nati!
Coelipetas premis (heu!) male-partum, ad Tartara Mentes!
Cui Lucrum Pietas;—Sanctae Sacra cuncta prophanat
Scripturae:—Usuram Lux quaeque rependit Avaro,
Progeniem proprii postquàm incesta verit Auri.
Inter Opes es inops, congesto es egenus in Auro;
Sic, cupiendo, cares; fulvumque, carendo, Metallum
Eripe res ipso, quo fias ditior, Orco.
Ilia dum stringunt Inopum Jejunia, tortum
Ut corium, rugosa Cutis flaccescit Eorum,
Subdola quos plexâ illexisti in retia Fraude.
Est macilenta quibus pellis, velut arida cortex,
Deficiente cibo, vix ossibus haeret; Amicis
Destituuntur, Aquis ut nudae in Littora Phocae.
Pharmaca sint tenui licèt His Jejunia victu,
Nilque habeant Terrae, nisi Corpora; Durior Illis
Es, quàm, ▪ubi decumbunt, sunt dura cubilia Saxi.
Sordide, quando tuas (Haeres ita muslitat)▪ Arcas
Evacuabo? fores minùs anxius indè; Sit ipsi
Pro Cumulo Tumulus! Moriendo, Miserrime, parcas!
Perfida MEROSIAE si auxêre Stipendia DIRAE,
Judg. 5. 23.
Vive, rapax Senior [...];—Subito tua Crimina, comple:
Prospera quêis Peccata, quid infaelicius illis?
Auri sacra Fames, quali Incantamine Mentem
Fascinat! inducens placidâ Prurigine Lepram;
Servo Verna suo, crescente fit indigus Aere.
Ingluviem forsan possis satiare Sepulchri,
Haud Oculi; Morbo periit Gehasius isto:
Haec Nox est Animam, Stulte, ablatura lutosam!
Civicus iste Lupus Laqueos nec tenderet ullis,
Nec Curis esset, Mentem torquentibus, amens,
Cernere si posset quod Desperatio tendit.
Te, Danista furens, non est profusior ullus;
Qui perdis triplicem vitreo pro Munere Gemmam:
Te bona Fama, Quies, Anima & pretiosa relinquunt!
Qui serit Urticas, metet aspera. Numen Avari
Ignifluos Erebi ad Rivos deducit; adibis
Aeternas, mollire nequis si Daemona, Poenas!
Conscius ipse Mali, fremit. Ah, Miser (inquit) ad istos
Allisus pereo Scopulos! me Gratia liquit!
Me Furor invasit! Me cultum prodidit Aurum!
Tartara sunt mediâ mihi saepè oblata Quiete!
Indè sugam videor moliri à Dite tremendo,
Undique dum Furiae tacito Tortore flagellant!
Pro Radice Atheismus erat; pro centupla Ramis
Factio; pro variâ Simulatio Fronde; Furores,
Raptus, & Insidiae nostrâ pro Fruge fuerunt!
Iusensati, & Opum illecti fulgore, profanus
Sicut Esau, superam post terga reliquimus AULAM;
Hinc Rabies desperat, abhinc Blasphemia frendet!
Sic execrandi stimulis cruciantur Avari;
Quorum visa Petrae sunt Pectora, Viscera ferrum;
Uror, ait Dives, tamen unica gutta negatur!
Ignis adurit ubique, nigredine nigrior Ignis!
Spectra Oculo! Asp'ra Auri! semper sua Debita Poenis
Solvet, at exsolvet nunquam quae Debita Culpis!

Nam Omnia quae sunt in Mundo, Libido Car­nis non est ex PATRE, sed ex Mun­do, &c.

INtrat Asotus ovans; Vario strue Flore Theatrum;
Simia quaeque aptus Spectator Cercopitheco est:
Sic Caput, & Collum, sic Crura, & Brachia torquet.
Pulvere conspersus, Lux est aestiva, Capillos;
Ornant, imò onerant curtas Redimicula Braccas;
Est, ac si Cubitum iturus, Thorace recincto.
Affer (ait) Vinum, scintillantémque Puellam,
Ut quam, Bacche, creas, extinguat Cypria Flammam!
Iupiter ascendens est retrogrado Saturno.
Amphora quaeque parit (signentur prome) Pyropum:
Ora Mero tinctus, ceu Purpura Iudicis, ardet,
Praemicet igniferi cùm, pro Face, Pustula Nasi.
Conde tuam, moribunde, Pyrem: Si, Stulte, notares
Ut fluit Ebriaci citò Mors, per Gutturis Alveûm,
Ad Phlegethonta natans, tàm tristè natare paveres!
Crapula prae nimio Luxu generatur, & Hydrops;
Fercula Ventricolae Sudore parantur Agrestûm:
Helluo quisque fodit sibi dente vorace Sepulchrum.
Hunc Vertigo gravat. Dic undè Cachexia, Doctor,
I sta venit? Generatur (ait) Vertigo Cerebri
Flatu Hypochondriaco, quem Crapula crebra creavit.
Semivalens, Miseris quod prosit, Gutture sorbet;
Mendicique ejus sub dente teruntur; Egeno
Sicca negat, madidis quae frusta rigaret Ocellis.
Divitis Exemplo, Rationem reddet amaram;
Cujus Festa Necem festinavere; Canistrum
Mors tulit horrendum, mox abstulit Omnia Daemon!
Luminibus jaculando Faces venit Aulica Siren,
Discat & ex Oculo lasciva Cupido loquaci:
Blandi hanc sollicitant, Muscam ceu Trutta venustam.
Picta Genas, variata Comas, nudata Papillas,
Affixae Malis Maculae (quasi Signa) notant quòd
Copia sit Veneris, nisi desit Copia Solis.
Aspectu damnosa suo, Basiliscus ut atrox,
Virginei castos deturpat Honoris Amores,
Subdola crispato praetendens Retia Crine.
Cum Meretrice bonas Decoctor conterit Horas
Saltibus, & Choreis, Epulisque, Jocisque protervis;
Hancque fovet Gremio morsuram prodigus Anguem.
Post morbos Helenam prendent hanc Tormina Mortis;
Lumina nunc cujus radiosa, Libidinis Orbes,
In Sordes, Meteora velut, Cinerésque revertent.
Quàm rudis informi facie Natura videtur,
Donec eam Ratio, Doctrina, & Gratia forment?
Nobilis absque quibus vilescit Stemmatis Heros!
Integra Vita perit Brutis: Praesentia si quis
Perpretiosa Animae disperdit Gaudia, vivus
Deperit, infandâ semper stimulatus Erinni!
Daemona Flagitiis superant tua Facta nefandis;
Quem Gula nec faedat, lucrosa Libido nec angit,
Non Vino victus, non à Torpedine vinctus.
Dum licet, ergò cave; Scelerum ne Fascina Sensum
Incantent, donec Furor arripit Arma. Malorum
Prima placet Facies, fremit altera, tertia torquet.
O, quàm sunt rabidi Peccantes Luminis Orbi!
Quaelibet Aerumnae tali sunt Nocte minores!
Nemo magìs Miser est Misero haud miserante Seipsum!
Cùm tuus effraenis sub Mortem elangueat Ardor,
Sulphuris in Stagnum raptus per Daemona, nigro
Igne perureris, Pelagóque flagrante ululabis!

Nam Omnia quae sunt in Mundo, Superbia Vi­tae, non est ex PATRE, sed ex Mundo; & Mundus transit, & Libido ipsius, &c.

AMbitiosus adest, fallendi callidus Arte,
Quâ texat Fraudis telam, Fatumque sinistrum;
Dejicit ille Gradûs, per quos modò scandit in Altum.
Se gerit ambiguè, Gressúsque elatior illi;
Qui satìs ostensum reputat, de More, Favorem,
Vel tria, contorquens Vultum, si Verbula Spargat:
Verba nec illa Sinu profert; Nam Luce dolosâ,
More suae fidei, lucratur; cernere rectè
Non Oculus Valet Errorum caligine septus.
Si quis respondet dubiè, putat indè cavendum
Esse sibi; &, quàmvis sint ficta severa, veretur
Ac si vera: Reum Mens, undique conscia, terret.
Praecipiti levis Ambitio petit ardua Cursu,
Invidiam pariens, Odio comitata perenni;
Nocte Diéque tumens Requiem distorquet Erinnys.
Si cuncta expansum calcare per Aëra posset
Sceptra pede, & Mundi regeret si solus habenas,
Unicus Imperiis det ut omnia Jura subactis;
Non tamen Illa diù felicem reddere possent,
Undique sed Curis miser imperitantibus esset,
Séque fuisse sciat, non sentiat esse beatum.
Quae petit Icariis Fastus sublimior Alis,
Si malè parta, ruunt subitò: Quaecunque cruenta[?]
Prodidit Ambitio sunt personata Theatris.
Hoc probat Achitophel, hoc degener Absalon (Ausis[?]
Defecere suis, Poenās sed utérque dedêre)
Matchiavelliacis: Quod Fraus pessundat Agentem.
Ambitione pari gliscunt in Praelia, diris
Pompeius, Caesár que Animis: Stat, nôsse Duelli
Arbitrio, domitam cui Sors addixerit Urbem.
Magnificat Mundus Chammum, Turcamque, Magorque,
Hetruscumque Ducem (non sint licèt omnia tanti)
Magnum & Alexandrnm.—Ter Tres reor—Ironias.
Sunt Sceptra, ut cannae: Cui non suffecerat Orbis,
Sarchophagus, licèt angustus, comprêndit. Ineptè
Dicitui, Hîc Magnus jacet—Erro, quid hîc nisi pulvis?
Dudum qui Satrapae servire tumebat ovanti;
Audet nunc imo positum calcare Sepulchro,
Quod Cunctos aequat. Documenta dat optima Marmor.
Dic ubi nunc Syrus est Leo? dic ubi Persicus Ursus?
Graecus ubi Leopardus abit? dispansa potentis
Romae ubi nunc Aquila est? ubi celsae Maenia Troiae?
Troia abiit, Simoisque manet. Legem aspice Fati!
Urbs quae fixa fuit, diffugit Mobilis; atque
Permanet in fluxu stabilis Constantia Rivi!
Ergò, quid assiduis inhias Conatibus Umbras?
Qui solidum amittit Corpus, spe ductus inani,
Tristia perpetuo concludit Fata Dolore!
Magnates, Vos magna manent Tormenta, Tyranni
Si sitis; Nulli parcit furialis Erinnys;
Saepiùs Ambitio secura est, tutaque nunquam.
Vertice si feriat pennata Superbia Stellas;
Cum Satanâ tamen est ruitura; Superbia struxit
Culmina Babelis, torvique Ergastula Ditis.
Terribilis dirae Centro stat Carcer Abyssi,
Sedibus à superis procul, ah, procul Aetheris Aulâ!
Quò spes nulla Boni, quò Meta nec ulla Malorum!
Ruget in Igne furens. O, si mihi vivere rursus
Fas soret extincto! Mortémve subire! Perennem
Execrando DEI damnatus acuminat Iram!

Sed Qui facit Voluntatem DEI, manet in Aeternum.

Domine, doce nos dies nostras ita enumerare, ut appli­cemus Sapientiae Corda nostra.
TUrpe Libido parit; Pudor hinc; resipisce susurrat
Tunc Pudor; erumpunt Lachrymae; Precibusque revertit
Gratia; abindè Fides, & Amor, Zelusque resurgunt.
Qui timet OMNISCIUM, dolet absque Horrore; pavetque,
Sed non desperat; Scelerum sine turbine gaudet:
Cum Mundus Nequam, Fatuúsve Furénsve notetur.
Separet aetheream licèt hic à Corpore Mentem;
Liquitur ut tantùm deponat inania Corpus:
Gratia pugnantem, Vincentèm Gloria cingit.
Non terrent Casus, Fraus, Vis, Mutatio Iustum;
Quò magìs opprimitur, revirescit amoenior; Usque
Par[?] Sibi (dum Timidúsque caret, Tumidúsque macrescit.)
Non Medicastrorum Sostris emungitur; Et non
Lucrosis Iuristae Ambagibus angitur; Et non
Presbyteri Hunc vexat, Scotos populata, Tyrannis.
Cultori eximios Virtutis praebet Honores;
Datque piis monitis Aurem; Sed Phasmata Mundi
Frivola contemnit, vacuis splendentia formis.
TRIN-UNI jubilando, corusca supervolat Astra;
Cúmque suo miserans pomposa Palatia Fastu,
Astu, Aestu, esse bonus, Vitiis ringentibus, audet.
Munde minor, gaude, Majore fremente, beatus;
Orbus in Orbe licèt, Bellaria Mentis abundant,
SPIRITUS est Conviva Tibi, Convivia CHRISTUS.
Dirigis ad Myrrhae Lucos, Duce NUMINE, gressus;
(CHRISTUS enim Lateri fidissimus astat Achates)
Delicias Coeli Lachrymarum è Valle tueris.
Si sciret Mundus quae Gloria, Gaudia quanta
Arcessenda Fide, Sensum sublimibus Alis
Sperneret, immensóque DEI flagraret Amore!
O, Quis Amoris Honor! Felicibus unica Merces!
Te coluisse valet Coelum, caruisse Barathrum!
Hinc ornatur Humus, micat hinc Seraphinus Olympus!
Bellica Christiadum Discordia dira Regentûm!
Uni quod Palma, est Reliquis Jactura; Per Orbem
Dum Vexilla Crucem debellant Turcica CHRISTI.
Pro nuce, ceu Pueri, confligunt undique Reges:
Ditior his Coeli, longéque potentior, Haeres;
Cuncta tenens, cùm sit CHRISTI, CHRISTUS que DEI sit.
Totus, Munde, tuus Thesaurus deficit; atquì
Coelica pro solido satis est His Gratia Fulcro,
Queîs Lex Jussa DEI, Dux SPIRITUS, AGNUS Amicus.
Sed, quid inanis Homo? terrae quid origo repentis?
Tantillae quòd Tanta DEUS concederet umbrae?
Inque Beatorum supremâ Sede locaret!
Non ibi Guttur hians, petulansve Libidinis Aestus,
Turgescens non Fastus ibi, livensve Rubigo,
Ira nec excrucians, aut Obduratio crustans.
Sed fluit Infinita, ut & insatiata Beatis,
Usque Potita licèt, tamen usque Petita Voluptas!
Quarum quae minor est Animi transcendit Acumen!
Mens ibi (deposito terrenae Pondere Molis
Telluris Camerâ, summum expectante Tribunal,)
Iugitèr Angelico suffusa Nitore triumphat.
Quisque ibi Sanctorum Regno sine Fine fruetur!
Quisque ibi stellato Rex est Diademate cinctus!
Quaeque ibi Sceptra premunt Mundi Satanaeque Furorem▪
Faelix Nemo nisi cui JUDEX astat Amicus,
Buccina terribilis cùm clanxerit ultima, Surge!
Meta coronat Opus, Metamque coronet IESUS!

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