THEOPHILA; OR LOVES SACRIFICE. A Divine Poem.
WRITTEN BY E. B. Esq  Several Parts  thereof set to fit Aires  by Mr  I. IENKINS. 
‘Longum Iter per Praecepta,  breve & efficax per Exempla.  Si Praeceptis  non accendimur, saltem Exemplis  incitemur, at (que)   in Appetitu Rectitudinis  nil sibi Mens nostra  difficile aestimet, quod perfectè peragi ab Aliis  videt.’  Greg. Mag. l. 9. c. 43. 
‘Id peragas Vitâ,  quod velles Morte  peractum.’ 
LONDON,  Printed by R. N.  Sold by Henry Seile  in Fleetstreet,  and Humphrey Moseley  at the Princes Arms in S. Pauls Church-yard.  1652.
Mens Authoris. TE,  mi CHRISTE,  Tuae (que)   canam Suspiria SPONSAE; 
ARDORES (que)    pios, & GAUDIA  coelica, Mundo 
Abdita; divinae  pandam MYSTERIA Mentis, 
Accensas (que)   Faces COELO!  Fuge, caeca Libido, 
Et Fastus  populator Opum, Livor (que)    secundis
Pallidus, & rabidis violenta Calumnia  Dictis,
Dira (que)   pacatas lacerans Discordia  Mentes,
Et Scelerum  male-suada Cohors. TE,  mitis IESV,
Da mihi velle sequi! Gressus alato  sequentis!
DIVINAE  sum testa ROTAE; Vas  obline fido
Rimosum Gypso, sic Vas  ego reddar Honoris: 
Sum tenebrosa Tui  radiantis LUMINIS  umbra,
Quod,  veniente Die, quod,  decedente, viderem!
Cujus nec VISUS Spatium,  nec GLORIA Laudem, 
Nec Vox  ulla capit MERITUM,  nec TERMINUS Aevum! 
Unius  est in Verba  satis jurasse MAGISTRI, 
Et TE  praesentem Causae  petiise PATRONUM! 
Thema  sit Aethereo sacranda THEOPHILA TEMPLO, 
Pura repurgato  solvens LIBAMINA Corde. 
The Authors Designe. O F CHRIST, and of the SPOUSES Sighs,  I sing,
And of the Ioyes  that from Those Ardors  spring,
The World  ne're knew; Of her Souls  mystick Sense, 
And of her Heav'nly Zeal.  Blinde Lust,  pack hence,
Hence Pride,  exhausting Wealth;  Hence, Envie,  flie,
Pal'd  at Success;  hence foul-mouth'd Calumnie, 
And savage Discord,  striving to divide
United Mindes;  with all Sins Troop  beside.
JESUS! grant I may follow THEE, my Feet 
Wing  THOU, and make them in pursuance fleet! 
Close up my Cracks by Faith,  so shall I be
A Vessel  made of HONOUR unto THEE.
I'm but a faint Resultance  from thy LIGHT,
Which, at Sols  Rise and Set, enchears my Sight. 
No Space  thy VIEW, no Glory  bounds thy PRAISE,
No Terms  do reach thy WORTH, no Age  thy DAYES!
May I but swear Obedience  to thy LAWS,
And crave THEE PATRON to my present Cause! 
My Subject 's THEOPHIL, for HEAV'N design'd,
Off'ring pure  SACRIFICE with sacred  MIND.
W E jangle not in Shools,  but strain to set
Church-Musick,  at which SAINTS being met,
May warble forth HEAV'NS Praise,  and thence HEAV'NS Blessing  get.
CHurch-Anthems  irksome to the Factious  grow;
In what a sad Case  were They, trow,
Should They be penn'd  in HEAV'N, where Hymns  for ever flow [...] 
As, fir'd Affections  to your Beauties  move:
So, Stillatories  be of Love; 
That, what was Vapour,  may, by VIRTUE, Essence  prove.
SUrvey THEOPHILA; her Rules  apply,
That You may live,  as You would die: 
VIRTUE enamels Life;  'Tis GRACE does glorifie. 
O' may those fragrant Flow'rs  that in HER grew,
Blown by such Breath,  drench't by such Dew, 
Spring,  & display their Buds,  LADIES ELECT, in You!
TO this Spring-Garden,  VIRGINS, chast and fair,
Coacht  in pure Thoughts,  make your Repair, 
To recreate your Mindes,  and take fresh Heav'nly Air. 
YE snowy FIRES, observe her in each GRACE;
So, may You, bright in Soul  as Face, 
Have in The Gall'ery of Heroick Women  Place.
NAy, when your Dayes  and Piety  shall summe
Up their Compleatness,  may Ye come
To endlesse GLORIES Court,  and with blest SOULS have Room!
S Ad Experience  confirms, what THE ANCIENT OF DAYES foretold; That the last Times  shall be worst:  For, in this Dotage  of the World  (where Atheism  stands at the right hand of Profaneness,  and Superstition  on the blinde Side of Ignorance;  where there is unmercifull Oppression,  and overmerciful Connivence)  her beloved Favorites,  (who are of past  things mindeless,  of future regardless,  having different Opinions,  yet but one RELIGION, Money,  one GOD, Mammon)  do laugh at OTHERS, who fall not down, and worship the Golden Image  that secular Nabuchodonisors  have set up; But, let them, who think themselves safe  in the Herd,  being night-wildred in their Intellects,  prosecute their Sensuality,  which will soon, like Dalila,  put out their Eyes;  For, earthly Complacencies,  and exteriour Gaities  are not only Chaff  in the hand,  VANITIE, but also Chaff  in the Eye,  VEXATION OF SPIRIT. How art thou, foolish World,  loaden with Sin,  fond of Trifles,  neglecting Objects fit for CHRISTIANS, fit for Men!  Could thy Minions  consider, that thou canst give but what thou hast, a smoak of Honour,  a shadow of Riches,  a sound of Pleasure,  a blast of Fame,  which can neither adde to Length  nor Happiness  of Life;  That thy whole Self  art an overdeer Bargain,  if bought of the Devil,  at the expence of a deadly Sin,  when as sudden Chance  or Sicknesse  may snatch and rend them hence in a Moment,  [Page]   they would not then so madly rant  it as they do, but court Sobreity,  being aware of the Dangers that proceed from, and wait upon the abused Opulency of an indulgent Fortune, whose Caresses  are apt to swell into Exorbitances of Spirit, and run wildly into Dissoluteness of Manners. But, for want of Circumspection, Men grow covetous as Iewish  Merchants, ambitious as Eastern  Potentates, factious as the giddy Multitude,  revengefull as Iealousie,  and proud as Vsurpers;  though soon such swallow'd Baits dissolve into a gally Bitternesse; Wherefore, it were highly to be wished, that in the midest of their Extravagancies they would ponder, that nothing is more unhappy then the Felicity of Sinners, who prosper as if they were the Beloved  of GOD, when, indeed, by His  Patience they are only (probably) hardned to their more dreadful Destruction! How, how will eternal Anguish be aggravated by temporary past Happinesse! If we contemplate what unspeakable Torments are for ever  there, we should have no cause to envie Worldlings  Prosperity, but rather wonder that their Portion on Earth is not greater, and that ever they should be sensible of Sicknesse, Affront or Trouble; since, if their Fortunatenesse should far exceed their Ambition, it could not any way recompence that Torture for an Hour, which yet shall hold to the Duration of an infinite Eternity!  when as all the Play and Pageantry of Earth is ever changing▪ and nothing abides but the Stage of the World,  and the Spectator GOD. That Blisse is not true of whose Eternity we may doubt▪ View then, Christian Reader,  the Folly of  [...] ll Counsell unmaskt, and demonstrated that all Policie is wretched [Page]   without Piety,  without Scriptural Wisdom,  without CHRIST the Essential Wisdom;  And that all Iniquity has so much of Iustice  in it, that it usually condemns, yea leads it self to Execution; witnesse Absolons  Head, Achitophels  Hands, and the Surrender of Caesars  Cittadell, (summoned by Iudgements  Herald, and all his Glories Cobweb-guard yielded to the Storm) just before the Statue of Pompey,  whose Ruine he had so ambitiously pursued. Would then any Wise man choose to be Caesar  for his Glorie, Absolon  for his Beauty, Achitophel  for his Policie, Dives  for his Wealth, or Iudas  for his Office? Seeing then that Happinesse  consists not in the Affluence of Exorbitant Possessions, nor in the Humours of fickle Honour, all external Splendors being unsatisfactory, let Christians  neglect terrestrial Vanities, and retire into the Recesses of Religion,  nothing being so great in humane Actions as a pious knowing Minde,  which disposeth great Things, and may yield such permanent Monuments,  as bring Felicity  to Mankinde above the Founders of Empires; being an Antepast  to the overflowing FEASTS of ETERNITIE. Man endued with Altitude of Wisdom,  in the sweetnesse of Conscience and Height of Vertue, is of all Creatures sub-Angelical the ALMIGHTIES Masterpiece, the Image of his MAKER, a Candidate of DIVINITY, and Model of the Vniverse;  who, in holy Colloquies, Whisprings, and secret Conferences with GOD, findes HIM a Torrent of Pleasure,  a Fountain of Honour,  and an inexhaustible Treasure;  whose divine Life is a Character of the DIVINE NATURE, by taking GOD for the Text, Truth  for the Doctrine, and Holinesse  for the Use; [Page]   without which the highest Endowments of the most refined Wit  are but the quaint Magick of a learned Lunacie. Most wretched therefore are they, beyond all Synonima's of Misery,  whose undisciplin'd Education leaves them unfurnisht of Skill to spend their Time in any Thing, but what in the prosecution of Sin  tends to Death;  Wealth and Greatnesse rendring them  past Reproof, ev'n ready to tempt  their very Tempter;  whereby they are wholly enclin'd to Sensualities, being in their Entertainments commonly intemperate in their Drink humerous, their Humours quarrelous, their Duels  damnable, concluding a voluptuous and brutish Life  in a bloody and desperate Death,  preferring the Bodie before the Soul,  Sence before the Spirit,  Appetite before Reason,  temporary Fooleries, phantastick Visits, idle Courtships, gay Trifles, fascinating Vanities (as if the Pleasure of Life were but the smothering of pretious Time in those things, which are meer Puffs in Expectation, Vanitie in Enjoyment, and Vexation of Spirit in Departure) before solid Goodnesse,  and eternal Exultations.  To divert thee therefore from such Shelves of indiscreet Vice,  and to direct thee to the safe and noble Channel of Vertue,  ev'n to Faith  with good Works, to Piety  wth  Compassion, to Zeal  with Charity, & to know the End  which distinguisheth thee from a Beast, and to chuse a good End,  wch  differenceth thee from an evil Man; be so much thine own Friend,  as to peruse seriously this spiritual Poem,  which treateth on Sub-coelestials, Coelestials;  and Super-coelestials,  whereby a delightful Curiousness  may steal thee into the Pleasure of Goodnesse.  Know then that Sub-coelestials,  or Sublunaries have their Assignment [Page]   in the lowest Portion of the Universe, and being wholly of a corporeal Nature, do enjoy Spiritual Gifts, the Chief of which is Life, by Loan onely; where there is no Generation without Corruption, no Birth without Death. From the Surface of the Earth to the Center is 3436 Miles, the whole Thickness 6872 Miles, the whole Compsse 21600 Miles; from its Center to the Moon is 3924912 Miles. Now Coelestials,  or aethereal Bodies are seated in the middle, which, participating of a greater Portion of Perfection, impart innumerable rare Vertues, and influential Efficacies to Things below, not enduring a Corruption, only subject, having obtained their Period, to change. The glorious Projection and Transfusion of aetheral Light,  both of the Sun  and of the Stars  of the six Magnitudes constitute, by astronomicall Computation, more than 300 Suns  upward to the EMPYRAEAN HEAVEN. A Starre in the Equator makes 12598666 Miles in an Hour, which is 209994 Miles in a Minute, a Motion quicker than Thought. Super-coelestials  are Intelligencies, altogether Spiritual and Immortal, excellent in their Beings, intuitive in their Conceptions; such as are the glorious Quire of the Apostles,  the exulting Number of the Prophets,  the innumerable Army of crown'd Martyrs,  triumphing Virgins,  charitable Confessors,  &c. or the blessed Hierarchie of Angels,  participating somewhat of GOD and Man; having had a Beginning as Man, and now being immortall with GOD, having their Immortality for his Sempiternity; void of all Mixture, as is GOD, and yet consisting of Matter and Form as doth Man; Subsisting in some Subject and Substance [Page]   as doth Man, yet being incorporeal, as is GOD; They having Clarity, Impassibility, Subtility, and Agility, having Understanding without Errour, Light without Darkness, Joy without Sorrow, Will without Perturbation, Impassibility without Corruption; pure as the Light, ordained to serve the LORD of Light; They are local and circumscribed by Place, as is Man; yet are they in a place not properly by way of Circumscription, but by way of Definition; though they cannot be in several Places at once, yet are they able in a Moment to be any where, as GOD alwayes is every where; of admirable Capacity and Knowledge, resembling GOD; yet ignorant of the ESSENCE of GOD, much lesse see they all Things in IT, in that like Man. Ev'n these Incorporeal Substances  would pine and starve, if an All-filling, and infinitely All-sufficient and Superabundant GOD were not the Object of their high Contemplation, whose Blisse of theirs is the neerest Approach to that Divine MAJESTIE, WHO is a true, real, substantial, and essential NATURE, subsisting of HIMSELF, an eternal BEING, an infinite ONENESSE, the radical PRINCIPLE of all Things; whose ESSENCE is an incomprehensible Light, His POVVER is Omnipotency, and his BECK an absolute Act; WHO, before the Creation, was a BOOK rowl'd up in HIMSELF, having Light only in HIMSELF; WHO is a SPIRIT existent from everlasting to everlasting; One ESSENCE▪ Three SUBSISTENCIES; whose DIVINE NATURE is an essential and infinite UNDERSTANDING, which knowes all Things actually alwayes; which cannot possibly be comprehended by any finite Creature, much lesse by [Page]   Man, groveling on Earth in the Mud of Errour and grosse Ignorance, who are unable by any Art or Industrie to finde out the true Nature, Form and Vertue of the least flie  or gnat.  The whole Vniverse  is the Looking-glasse of GODS Power, Wisdom, and Bountie; HE loves as Charitie,  knows as Truth,  judges as Equitie,  rules as Majestie,  defends as Safety,  works as Vertue,  reveals as Light,  &c. HE is a never deficient Brightnesse,  a never weary Life,  a Spring  ever-flowing, the Principle  of Beginning, &c. If any Creature knew what GOD is, he should be GOD; for none knoweth HIM but HIMSELF, who is Good without Qualitie, great without Quantitie, present without Place, everlasting without Time; WHO by a Bodie is no where▪ by Energie every where, Above all by Power, beneath all by sustaining all, without all by compassing all, within all by penetrating all, being absent seen, being present invisible; of WHOM to speak, is to be silent, WHOM to value is to exceed all Rate, WHOM to define, is still to encrease in Definition; INFINITENESSE being the right Philosophers Stone, which turns all Metals into Gold, and one Dram of IT being put, not only to a Seraphin,  or to a whole Element,  but even to the least gnat in the World, or the least mo [...] e in the Sun, is of Force to make it true  and very  GOD: For, first It  maketh it to be the first ESSENCE, derived from none other. 2. It maketh it to be but One,  because there cannot be two INFINITES; where there are two, there is Division; where Division, there is end of one, and beginning of another, and so no INFINITE. 3. It maketh the Subject to be immaterial,  for [Page]   no Matter can be INFINITE; for, a Body is contained, and, if contained, not infinite; being without Matter, it is also without Passion;  for, sola materia patitur;  and so becometh also immutable,  for there can be no Change without Passion. 4. It  maketh a thing to be immoveable,  for whatsoever moveth hath Bounds, but in INFINITE there is no Bounds. 5. The INFINITE THING is simple, for in Composition there is Division and Quality, and so by consequent Limits. Thus, INFINITENESSE distinguisheth from all Creatures, and is first primary  without Cause, but existing absolutely in HIMSELF, and of HIMSELF, and is to all other Things the Cause  and Beginning,  yet not diminishing HIM, having all their Essence, but no part of his ESSENCE from Him. But, ô, here the most superlative Expressions of Eloquence are no other than meer Extenuations. I tread a Maze, and thread a Labyrinth on Hills of Ice, where, if I slip▪ I tumble into Heresie; I am with S. Peter  in the Deep, where, without the Hand  of POWER, I should sink eternally, and be swallowed up by the bottomlesse Gulf.  The Prosecution of this Argument  were fitter for the Pens of ANGELS, than for the Sons of Corruption; whereof we may say, that if all should be written of INFINITENESSE, not only the whole World, but even Heaven It Self  would not suffice to hold the Books which should be written. I satisfie my Incapacitie with rejoycing in GODS Incomprehensibility.  And now, descending from these amazing Heights,  know, Reader, that Divine Poesie  is the internal Triumph of the Mind, rapt with S. Paul  into the third Heaven, where She contemplates Ineffables: 'tis the sacred Oracles of Faith [Page]   put into melodious Anthems that make Musick ravishing, no earthly Jubilation being comparable to It; It discovers the Causes, Beginnings, Progresse,  and End  of Things, It instructeth Youth, comforteth Age, graceth Prosperity, solaceth Adversity, pleaseth at Home, delighteth abroad, shortneth the Night, and refresheth the Day; No Star in the Sphear of Wisdom  outshines It: Natural Philosophy hath not any thing in it which may satisfie the Soul, because that is created to something more excellent then all Nature; but this Divine Rapture  chains the Minde with harmonious Precepts from a divine Influence, whose Operations are as subtle and resistlesse as the Influence of Planets;  teaching Mortals to live as in the Sight of GOD, by whom the Coverts of the thickest Hypocrisie (that white Devil) are most cleerly seen thorough. Now 'tis Iudgement  begets the Strength, Invention  the Ornaments of a Poem; both These  joyn'd form Wit,  which is the Agility of Spirits: Vivacity of Fancie  in a florid Style disposeth Light and Life to a Poem, wherein the Masculine and refined Pleasures of the Vnderstanding  transcend the feminine and sensual of the Eye:  From the Excellencie of Fancie  proceed grateful Similies, apt Metaphors, &c. Sublime Poets  are by Nature strengthned, by the Power of the Minde inflamed, and by divine Rapture inspired; They should have a plentiful stock to set up, and manage it artfully, their Conceptions  should be choice, brief, perspicuous, well-habited. In Scripture Moses, Iob, David, Solomon,  and others, are famous for employing their Talents in this kinde. S. Paul  likewise cited three of the Heathen Poets  (whom he calls Prophets)  as evident [Page]   Convictions of Vice,  and Demonstrations of Divinity.  viz. Epimenides  to the Cretians. Tit.  1. 12.  [...] . Menander  to the Corinthians, 1 Cor.  15. 33.  [...] . And Aratus  to the Athenians. Acts  17. 28.  [...]  From these Results I fell in love with our more divine and Christian Poesie,  observing that in the Sayings and Writings of our Blessed SAVIOUR and his Disciples,  there are no lesse than sixty Authorities produced from above fourty of Davids  Psalms. Hence from that high Love,  which hath no Weapons but fierie Rayes, my Spirit  is struck into a Flame  to enter into the secret and sacred Rooms of Theologie,  and, Reader, if thou wilt not prejudice thine own Charity by miscrediting me, I dare professe, thou wilt neither repent of thy Cost or Time in reviewing these Intervall Issues  of spiritual Recreation,  which may thus, happily, prove a pleasant Lure to thy pious Devotion: May likewise thy Charity suggest to thy Belief, that I have done my best to that End, and if thou thinkest that I have wanted Salt  to preserve them to Posterity, know that the very Subject  It self is Balsam  enough to make them perpetual. Delightest thou in a Heroick Poem?  If Actions of Magnanimity and Fidelitie advancing moral Vertue merit the Title of Heroick,  much more may THEOPHILA, a Combatant with the World, Hell,  and her own Corruptions,  gain an eternal LAUREL; Whose Example  and Precepts,  well follow'd, will without Doubt bring Honour, Joy, Peace, Serenity, and Hopes full of Confidence. The Composer  hath extracted out of the even Mixture of Theorie  and Action  this cordial Water of saving Wisdom,  by distilling Them  [Page]   through the Limbeck of PIETY, whereof they drink to their Souls Health,  who not only take it in, as parched Earth does Rain, but turn it into nourishment by a spiritual Digestion,  being made like It Divine.  This metrical Discourse  of his serious Day, to which he was led by Instigation of Conscience,  not Titillation of Fame,  inoculates Grafts of Reason  on the Stock of Religion,  and would [...]  have all put upon this important Consideration,  that the Life of Nature  is given to seek the Life of GRACE, which bringeth us to the Life of GLORIE; the obtainment of which  is his only Aim,  being fully perswaded, that as every new Star gilds the Firmament, and encreaseth its first Glorie: So those, who are Instruments of the Conversion  of Others, shall not only introduce new Beauties,  but, when Themselves  shine like other Stars  in GLORY, they shall have some Reflexions  from the Light of Others,  to whose fixing in the Orb  of HEAVEN they Themselves  have been Instrumentall. He would not run thee out of Breath by longwinded Strains;  for in a Poem,  as in a Prayer  'tis Vigour not Length that crowns it;  [...] .
Taedia ut Ambages pariant, nervosa Favorem
 Sic Brevitas; Labor est non brevis esse brevem.
He wisheth it might be his Happinesse to meet with such Readers,  as discern the Analogie of Grounds,  as well as the Knowledge of the Letter,  and have as well a Systeme of Reason,  as the Understanding of Words:  yea, such as have Iudgement  and Affections  refin'd, and with THEOPHILA be Love-sick  too, which Love is never [Page]   more eloquent, than when ventilated in Sighs and Groans, HEAVENS delighted Musick  being in the broken Consort  of Hearts and Spirits, the Will there accepted for the Work, and the Desire for Desert. Behold here in an Original  is presented an Example  of Life, with Force of Precepts,  happy who coppy them out in their Actions! Indeed Examples  and Precepts  are as Poems  and Pictures;  for, as Poems  are speaking Pictures,  and Pictures  are silent Poems:  so Example  is a silent Precept,  and Precept  a speaking Example:  And as Musick  is an audible Beauty, and Beauty  a visible Musick: So Precepts  are audible Sweets to the Wise, and Examples  silent Harmony to the illiterate, who may unclasp and glance on these Poems,  as on Pictures  with Inadvertency; yet He  who shall contribute to the Improvement of the Author,  either by a prudent Detection of an Errour,  or a sober Communication of an irrefragable Truth,  deserves the venerable Esteem and Welcome of a good  ANGEL; And He  who by a candid Adherence unto, and a fruitful Participation of what is good  and pious  confirms Him  therein, merits the honourable Entertainment of a faithful Friend:  But he who shall  [...]  duce him in Absence,  for what in Presence  he would seem to applaud, incurres the double Guilt of Flattery  and Slander;  and he who wounds Him with ill Reading  and Misprision,  does Execution  on Him before Iudgement. 
Now He who is the  Way, the  Truth, and the  Life, bring those to everlasting  Life, who love the  Way, and  Truth in Sincerity! 
The Humiliation. Restauration. Inamoration. Representation. Association. Contemplation Admiration.  The Recapitulation. Praelibation. Translations. Abnegation. Disincantation. Segregation. Reinvitation. Termination.  Be pleased, Reader, first to correct these Typographical Errours.
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PNEVMATO-SARCO-MACHIA: OR THEOPHILA'S Spiritual Warfare. T HE Life  of a true CHRISTIAN is a continual Conflict;  Each Act of the good Fight hath a Military Scene; and our Blessed SAVIOUR coming like a Man of War  commands in Chief,  under the FATHER, who hath layed Help upon One that is Mighty, by anointing him with the Holy GHOST and with Power. This World  is his pitched Field;  his Standard  the Cross;  his Colours Blood;  his Armour Patience;  his Battle Persecution;  his Victory Death;  And in mystical DIVINITY his two-handed Sword  is the Word  and Spirit,  which wounds and heals; and what is shed in this holy War  is not Blood  but Love;  his Trumpeters  are Prophets  and Preachers;  his Menacies Mercies;  and his Arrows Benefits:  When he offers HIMSELF to us, He then invades us; His great and small Shot  are Volies of Sighs  and Groans;  when we are converted we are conquer'd; He bindes when He embraceth us; In the Cords  of Love  He leads us Captives; and kills  us into Life,  when He crucifies  the Old, and quickens  in us the New Man. So then here is no Death,  but of inbred Corruptions:  No Slaughter,  but of carnal Affections,  which being Mortified  the Soul becomes a living Sacrifice,  holy and acceptable unto GOD.
W HEN that great Gen'ralissimo  of all
Infernal Ianizaries  shall
His Legions  of Temptations  raise, enroul,
And muster Them 'gainst Thee, my Soul:
And Ranks of Pleasures, Profits, Honours  bring,
To give a Charge  on the right Wing: 
And place his dreadful Troops  of deadly Sins 
Upon the Left,  with murth'ring Gins: 
And draw to his main Bodie  thousand Lusts, 
And for Reserve,  wherein he trusts,
Shall specious Sanctities Brigade  provide,
Whose Leader  is spiritual Pride: 
And having treacherously laid his Trains 
In Ambush,  under Hope of Gains
By sinning, as so many Scouts,  to finde
Each March  and Posture  of thy Mind:
Then, Soul, sound an Alarm  to FAITH, and presse
Thy ZEAL to be in Readinesse;
And leavie all thy Faculties  to serve
Thy CHIEFE. Take PRAY'R for thy Reserve 
Under the Conduct  of his SPIRIT; See
Under the Banner  that they be
Of thy SALVATIONS CAPTAIN: Then be sure
That all thy Out-works  stand secure.
Yet narrower look into th' indenting Line 
Of thy ambiguous Thoughts:  Designe
[Page]  With constant Care a 
Watch  o're every Part;
Ev'n at thy Cinque-ports,  and thy Heart 
Set Centinels: Let FAITH be Captain  o're
The Life-Guard,  standing at the Dore
Of thy well-warded Breast:  Disloyal Fear 
That corresponds with Guilt,  cashear.
Nor let Hypocrisie  sneak in and out
Thy Garrison,  with that Spie, Doubt. 
The Watch-word  be IMMANUEL: Then set
Strong Parties  of thy Tears;  and let
Them still to salie  forth prepared stand,
And but expect the Souls Command; 
Waiting until a blest Recruit  from HIGH
Be sent, with GRACES free Supplie.
Thus where the LORD of Hosts the Van  leads, there Triumphant Palms  bring up the Rere. 
TO MY FANCIE UPON THEOPHILA. F Ly, FANCIE, Beauties arched Brow, 
Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow.
From Flash of Lightning Eye-balls  turn;
Contracted Beams of Chrystal burn.
Wave Curls,  which Wit Gold-tresses  calls,
That golden Fleece to Tinsel falls.
E Vade Thou peach-bloom Cheek -Decoies,
Where both the Roses blend false Joyes.
Presse not the two-leav'd Rubie Gates, 
Which fence their Pearl-Portcullis  Grates.
Suck not the Breath,  though it return
Fragrant, as Phoenix  spicie Urn.
L Ock up thine Ears,  and so disarm
The Magick of inamoring Charm. 
The lily'd Breasts  with Violets vein'd
Are Flow'rs, as soon deflowr'd as gain'd.
Love-lo [...] ks,  Perfume, Paint,  Spots dispraise;
These by the Black-Art Spirits  raise.
G Arnish no Bristows with rich Mine,
Glow-worms are Vermin, though they shine.
Should one Love-knot All Lovelies tie,
This One, These All, soon cloy and die.
Cupid,  as lame as blinde, being gone,
Live One  with HIM, WHO made Thee One. 
A Void exotick Pangs o'th' Brain,
Nor let thy Margent blush a Stain.
With artful Method Misc'line sow:
May Iudgement  with Invention  grow.
Profit  with Pleasure  bring to th' Test,
Be Oar refin'd, before imprest.
P Asse Forge  and File,  be Point  and Edge 
'Gainst what severest Browes alledge.
Mix Balm  with Ink;  Let thy Salt heal:
T' each Palate  various Manna  deal.
Have for the Wise  strong Sense, deep Truth:
Grand-Sallet of choice Wit for Youth. 
C Ull Metaphors  well-weigh'd and clear,
Enucle'ate Mysteries  to th' Ear.
Be Wit  Stenography'd, yet free;
'Tis largest in Epitome. 
Fly through Arts  Heptarchie, be clad
With Wings to soar,  but not to gad. 
T Hy Pineons raise with mystick Fire,
Sometimes 'bove high-roof't Sense aspire.
So draw THEOPH'LA, that each Line,
Centring in HEAV'N, may seem Divine. 
Her Voice  soon fits Thee for that Quire; 
W' are cindred by intrinsick  Fire.
M Agnetick VIRTUE'S in her Brest 
Impregn'd with GRACE, the noblest GUEST.
Who in LOVES Albo  are enrol'd,
Unutterable Joyes behold.
Geographers  Earths Globe survey,
Fancie,  HEAVN'S Astrolabe display.
S Ix hast thou view'd of Europs  Courts,
Soon, as Idaeas,  pass'd their Sports.
Sense, canst thou perse  and construe  Blisse?
Only SOULS sanctify'd know This.
Then hackney not to Toyes,  Lifes Span.
The SAINTS Rere tops the Courtiers  Van.
I N Hopes  Cell holy Hermit  be:
Let Ecstacies  transfigure Thee.
There, as Truths  Champion, strive all Waies,
To storm LOVES Towre with Hosts of Praise.
Keep strong Faiths  Court of Guard. The Stars
March in Batalia  to these Wars. 
Z Ealous in Pray'r  besiege the Skie,
Conquests are Crown'd by Constancie:
Stand Cen'tnell at the BRIDEGROOMS Gates;
Who serve there, reign o're earthly States,
Rais'd on Devotions  flaming Wings
Disdain the crakling Blaze  of Things.
N O Musick courts Spiritual Ears
Like high-tun'd Anthems;  This uprears
Thee, FANCIE, rapt through Mists of Fears,
And Clouds of Penitential Tears;
Eagling 'bove transitory Sphears,
Till ev'n the INVISIBLE appears.
D Ivorc'd from past and present Toyes,
'Spouse New Ierus'lems  future Joyes;
Be Re-baptiz'd in Eye-dew-Fall,
Of All forgot, forget Thou All.
These Acts well kept, Commence, and prove
Professor in Seraphick  LOVE.
A Friends ECCHO to his FANCIE upon SACRATA. I.
W Hen Fancie bright SACRATA courts,
It is not with accustom'd Sports;
 [...] Tis not in prizing of her Eyes,
To the Disvalue of the Skies;
Nor robbing Gardens of their Hue,
To give her  [...] lowrie Cheeks their Due.
II.
 [...] Tis not in stripping of the Sea
For Coral, to resigne that Plea
It hath to the Vermilion Die,
If that her r [...] ddy Lips be nigh,
Or that I long to see them ope,
As if I thence for Pearl did hope.
III.
Nor is't in promising my  [...] ars
Rather to her than to the Sphears;
Or that a Smile of hers displayes
As much Content as Phoebus  Rayes,
Or that her Hand for Whitenesse shames
The Down of Swans on Silver Thames. 
IV.
Let such on these Romances  dwell,
Who do admire Loves Husk and Shell.
Hark, wanton Fair-ones, all your Fawns
Are Happinesses haplesse Pawns:
With these alone the Mind does Flag;
Beauty is oft the Souls Black Bag.
V.
Pure Flames that ravish with their F [...] re,
Ascend unmeasurably Higher;
Which after Search we find to be
In Virtue linkt with Pietie,
The Radiations of the Soul
All Splendors of the Flesh controul.
VI.
Fond Sense, cry up a rosie Skin,
SACRATA rosy'd is within:
But brighter THEOPHIL  behold,
Who [...] e Vest is wrought with  [...] urfled Gold.
LOVES self in her his Flame embeams,
LOVES Sacrifice  ZEALS Rapture  seems.
VII.
Of Paradise before the Fall
This Saint is Emblematical.
Then, Fancie,  give Her due Renown,
She's Queen of Arts; This Book, her Crown.
SACRATA turns CASTARA unto us,
And BENLOVVES (Anagramm'd) BENEVOLUS.
JER. COLLIER, M. A.  and Fell. of S. Iohns  Coll. Camb. 
Non me Palma negata Macrum, data reddet Opimum. A  Smooth clear Vein  should have it Sourse
From Nature,  and have Art  but Nurse:
Which, though it Men  at Athens  feasts,
May fight at Ephesus  with Beasts. 
WIts,  rudely hal'd to Momus  Bar,
By braying Beasts  condemned are.
Reason!  How many Brutes  there be
'Mong Men,  'cause not inform'd by Thee? 
VAtes  Pôet-Prophet is; If good,
Alike both scorn'd, and understood.
Though Readers  Censure's Writers  Fate,
Spleen  sha'nt contract,  nor Praise dilate. 
OR clap,  or hisse.  The Moon  sails round,
Though bark'd at by each yelping Hound.
The brighter Shee, the more they bark;
But slumbring quetch not in the dark.
DEign Him, bright  [...] , your piercing Glance,
(Arts Foes are Sons of Ignorance)
So, freed from Nights rude Overseers,
The POET may be try'd by his PEERS.
A VERDICT FOR THE Pious SACRIFICER. T O shine,  and light,  not scorch,  thy MUSE did aim;
And so hath rais'd this Quintessential Flame. 
By th' Salt,  and Whiteness  of her Lines, We think
With holy Water  (Tears) She mixt her Ink;
And both the Fire  and Food  of this chast MUSE
Is more what Altars,  than what Tables  use.
VVho does not pray with Zeal  thy FAITH may move,
Rightly concentrick with thy HOPE and LOVE.
So, in the TEMPLE these Religious Hosts 
From Hecatombs  may rise to HOLOCAUSTS.
WALTER MONTAGVE, Com. Manch. Filius.
FOR THE AUTHOR, Truly Heroick, By BLOVD, VIRTVE, LEARNING. S Cholar, Commander, Traveller commixt; 
Schools, Camps,  & Courts  raise FAME, & make it fixt.
Your Fame  and Feet  have Alps  and Oceans  past:
Fam'd Feet!  which Art  can't raise, nor Envie  blast.
Beaumont  and Fletcher  coyn'd a golden Way, 
T' expresse, suspend, and passionate a Play. 
Nimble and pleasant are all Motions there,
For two Intelligences  rul'd the Spheare.
Both Sock  and Buskin  sunk with Them, and then
Davenant  and Denham  buoy'd them up agen.
Beyond these Pillars  Some think nothing is:
Great BRITAINS Wit  stands in a Precipice.
But, Sir, as though HEAV'NS Streits  discover'd were,
By Science of your Card, UNKNOVVNS appear:
Sail then with Prince  of Wits,  illustrious Dunne, 
VVho rapt  Earth round with Love,  and was its Sun. 
But your first Love  was pure: Whose ev'ry Dresse
Is inter-tissu'd Wit  and Holinesse; 
And mends upon It self; whose Streams (that meet
With Sands  and Herberts)  grow more deep, more sweet.
I, wing'd with Joy, to th' PRAELIBATION fly;
Thence view I Errours Trage-comedie: 
With THEOPHIL from Fear  to Faith  I rise,
The mystick Bridge,  twixt Hell  and Paradise. 
Hell scap't seems double Heav'n:  RENEVV'D, with Bands
Of Pray'rs, Vows, Tears,  with Eyes, and Knees, and Hands,
I see her cope with HEAV'N, and HEAV'N does thence,
As in the Baptists  Dayes, feel Violence. 
But her ecstatick SONGS OF LOVE, declare
To Iedidiah,  Shee 's apparent Heir. 
Be those then next, The SONG OF SONGS. Love stiles
Her Fourth,  The Second Book  of CANTICLES.
But with what dreadfull yet delightful Tones
She sings when GLORIFY'D? Then, stinglesse Drones
Are Death and Hell: Joyes Crescent then's encreast,
To fullest Lustre, at her BRIDAL FEAST.
Sixth, Sev'nth,  and Eighth  such Banquets  frame would make
WISDOM turn Cormorant;  my Spirits  shake
Ith' Reading.  Soul of Joy! thy ravishing Sp'rite 
Draws bedrid  Mindes to longing  Appetite.
FAME, write with Gold  on Diamond  Pages; treat
Upon the GLORIES of a Work  so great.
Be't then Enacted, that all Graces dwell
In Thee, THEOPH'LA,  Virtues Chronicle:
Who jemm'st  it in JERUSALEM Above,
Where all is GRACE and GLORY, LIGHT and LOVE.
To That, UNPARALLEL, This  comes so neer,
That, 't is a Glimpse of HEAV'N to reade Thee here.
O, blest Ambition! Speculations  high
Enchariot Thee, Elijah -like, to th' SKIE!
What State worth Envy, like Thy sweet Abode, 
That overtops  the World,  and mounts to GOD?
Walkt through your Eden  Stanza's, you invite
Our ravisht Souls to recre'ate with Delight,
In Bow'r of compt Discourse: Great Verse, but Prose
Such, None but our Great MASTER could compose.
For Bulk, an easie Folio  is this All;
Yet we a Volume  may each Canto  call,
For Solid Matter:  where we should consult
On Paragraphs,  mark what does thence result:
For, every Period 's of DEVOTION Proof,
And each Resolve is of concern'd Behoof.
Peruse, Examine, Censure; ô, how bright
Does shine RELIGION, checquer'd with Delight! 
Diffusive Soul!  your Spirit  was soaring, when
This Manna  dew'd from your inspired  Pen.
Such melting Passions  of a Soul  divine,
Could They be cast in any Mould but Thine? 
Wonder arrests our Thought; That you alone
In such Combustions,  wherein Thousands  grone,
(And when some Sparkles of the publick Flame 
Seiz'd on your private 'State,  and scorcht  the same)
Could warble Thus. Steer Ships each Pilot  may
In Calms;  but Who so can in Stormie  Day
May justly domineer. But what may daunt
Him, who, like Mermaids,  thus in Storms  can chaunt?
Grace  crowns the Suff'ring, Glory  the Triumphing  SAINT.
TH. PESTILL,  Regi quondam à Sacris.
T Hose LADIES, Sir, we VIRTUOSA'S call,
But Copies  are to this ORIGINAL;
Whose charming Empire  of her GRACE does Sense 
Astonish by a SUPER-EXCELLENCE.
And, like as Midas  Touch made Gold:  So, thus
THEOPHILA'S Touch may make THEOPHILUS.
Zeuxes  cull'd out Perfections  of each sort
For his Pandora;  yet did All come short
As far of This Embellishment  as She
Had been limn'd out in Paintings Infancie.
For, Magisterial VIRTUE draws no Grace 
From Corp'ral Limbs,  or Features  of the Face. 
Here Heav'n-born  SUADAS, Star-like, gild each Dresse
Of the BRIDE SOUL espous'd  to HAPPINESSE.
Here PIETIE informs Poetick  Art;
As All in All,  and all in every Part. 
For All These  dy'd not with fam'd Cartwright,  though
A Score  of Poets  joyn'd to have it so.
W Ho sacrificed last? The hallow'd Air
Seems all ensould with sweet Perfume,
Which pleased Heav'n  deigns to assume,
The smiling Skie appeareth brightly fair;
Was't not THEOPHILA'S fam'd Sire,
Say, sacred Priest,  obtain'd the holy Fire
To blesse, and burn his Victime  of sublime Desire?
Know, curious Mortal,  this rare Sacrifice, 
Scarce known to our now-bedrid Age,
Was got by Zeal,  and holy Rage, 
And offer'd by Benevolus  the Wise:
For, speckled Craft, and a loose Fit
Of aguish Knowledge, glim'ring Acts beget;
Chast Piety  bears Fruit to Wisdom,  not to Wit.
No Tigers  Whelp with Blood-besmeared Jaws,
No Cub of Bears,  lick't into Shape,
No lustfull Ofspring of the Ape, 
No muskie Panther  with close guileful Claws,
No durtie gruntling of the Swine, 
No Lions  Whelp of êre so high Design,
Is offer'd  here: Keep off Unclean! Here's all divine. 
The chosen Wood (as Harbinger to all
Those future then, now passed Rites)
Was Laurel,  that Guards Lightning Frights,
The weeping Firre,  sad Yewe  for Funeral,
The lasting Oak,  and joyful Vine, 
The fruitful Fig-tree  Billets did consigne;
The peaceful Olive  with cleft Iuniper  did joyn.
On Knees in Tears think Altar'd  THEOPHIL,
Incenst with sweet Obedience, 
Who makes LOVES Life in Death commence,
Scaling with Heart, Hands, Eyes, HEAV'NS lofty Hill:
Her circled Head  you might behold
Was glorify'd with burnisht Crown  of Gold,
Embost with Gems;  embrac't by ANGELS manifold.
Thus in a fierie Chariot up SHE flies,
Perfuming the forsaken Earth,
(The Widwife Orbs  do help her Birth)
Into the Glorie  of the HIERARCHIES.
Where Ecstasies of Ioyes  do grow,
Which they Themselves eternally  do sow,
But 'tis too high for Me to think, or Thee to know.
Priests  thus by Hiroglyphick Keyes
Unlock their hidden Mysteries. 
TO THE AUTHOR Upon His Divine Poem. T Ill now I gues'd but blindly to what Height
The Muses  Eagles could maintain their flight!
Though Poets  are, like Eaglets, bred to soar,
Gazing on Starrs at Heav'ns mysterious Pow'r,
Yet I observe they quickly stoop to ease
Their Wings, and pearch on Palace-Pinacles:
From thence more usefully they Courts discern;
The Schools where Greatnesse  does Disguises learn;
The Stages where She  acts to vulgar sight
Those Parts which States-men as her Poets write;
Where none but those wise Poets  may survay
The private practise of her publick Play;
Where Kings,  GODS Counterfeits, reach but the Skill
In study'd Sceans to act the Godhead  ill:
Where Cowards,  smiling in their Closets, breed
Those Wars which make the vain and furious bleed:
Where Beauty playes not meerly Natures part,
But is, like Pow'r, a Creature form'd by Art;
[Page]  And, as at first, Pow'r by Consent was made,
And those who form'd it did themselves invade:
So harmlesse Beauty (which has now far more
Injurious Force than States or Monarchs Power)
Was by consent of Courts allow'd Arts Aid;
By which themselves they to her Sway betray'd.
Twas Art,  not Nature, taught excessive Power;
Which whom it lists does favour or devour:
Twas Art  taught Beauty the imperial Skill
Of ruling, not by Justice, but by Will.
And, as successive Kings  scarce seem to reign,
Whilst lazily they Empires Weight sustain;
Thinking because their Pow'r they Native call
Therefore our Duty too is Naturall;
And by presuming that we ought obay,
They lose the craft and exercise of Sway:
So, when at Court a native Beauty  reigns
O're Love's wilde Subjects, and Arts help disdains;
When her presumptuous Sloth findes not why Art
In Pow'rs grave Play does act the longest part;
When, like proud Gentry, she does levell all
Industrious Arts with Arts mechanicall;
And vaunts of small inheritance no lesse
Than new States boast of purchas'd Provinces;
Whilst she does every other Homage scorn,
But that to which by Nature she was born:
[Page]  Thus when so heedlesly She Lovers swayes,
As scarce she findes her Pow'r ere it decayes;
Which is her Beauty, and which unsupply'd
By what wise Art would carefully provide,
Is but Loves Lightning, and does hardly last
Till we can say it was ere it be past;
Soon then when Beautie's  gone she turns her face,
Asham'd of that which was erewhile her Grace;
So, when a Monarch 's gone, the Chair of State
Is backward turn'd where He in Glory sate.
The secret Arts of Love  and Pow'r;  how these
Rule Courts, and how those Courts rule Provinces,
Have been the task of every noble Muse; 
Whose Aid of old nor Pow'r nor Love did use
Meerly to make their lucky Conquests known
(Though to the Muse  they owe their first Renown;
For She  taught Time to speak, and ev'n to Fame,
Who gives the Great their Names, She  gave a Name)
But they by studying Numbers rather knew
To make those happy whom they did subdue.
Here let me shift my Sails! and higher bear
My Course than that which moral Poets steer!
For now (best Poet!)  I Divine would be;
And only can be so by studying Thee.
Those whom thy Flights do lead shall pass no more
Through darkning Clouds when they to Heav'n  would sore;
[Page]  Nor in Ascent fear such excesse of Light
As rather frustrates than maintains the Sight;
For thou dost clear Heav'ns darkned Mysteries,
And mak'st the Luster safe to weakest Eyes.
Noiselesse, as Planets move, thy Numbers  flow,
And soft as Lovers Whispers when they woo!
Thy labourd Thoughts  with Ease thou dost dispence,
Clothing in Mayden Dresse a Manly Sence.
And as in narrow Room Elixir  lies;
So in a little thou dost much comprise.
Here fix thy Pillars!  which as Marks shall be
How far the Soul in Heav'ns  discovery
Can possibly advance; yet, whilst they are
Thy Trophies, they but warrant our Despair:
For, humane Excellence  hath this ill Fate
That where it Vertue most doth elevate
It bears the blot of being singular;
And Envy blasts that Fame it cannot share:
Ev'n good Examples  may so Great be made
As to discourage  whom they should perswade. 
WILL. D'AVENANT.
 TOWER, May 13th   1652. 
For the much Honoured AVTHOR. T He winged Intellect  once taught to fly
By Art  and Reason,  may be bold to pry
Into the Secrets of a wandring Star, 
Although its Motions be irregular:
And from the Smiles and Glances that those bright
Corrivals  cast, that do embellish Night,
Guesse darkly at, though not directly know,
The various Changes that fall here below.
And perching on the high'st Perimeter, 
May finde the Distances of every Sphere, 
Which in full Orbs  do move, tunicled so
That the lesse Spheres within the greater go,
As Cell in Cell, spun by the dying Flie;
Or Ball in Ball, turn'd in smooth Ivorie. 
Each hath a Prince  circled upon a Throne,
In a refulgent Habitation.
Only the Constellations  seem to be
Like Nobles, in an Aristocrasie. 
Their milkie Way  like Innocence,  and thus
Should all great Actions be Diaphanous.
But the great Monarch, Light,  disposes All:
His Stores are Magazine, and Festivall:
And by his Pow'r Earths Epicycle  may
Move in a silver Sphere,  as well as They.
Else, her poor little Orb  appears to be
A very Point to their Immensitie.
Thus strung, like Beads, They on their Centers  move;
But the great Center  of this All, is LOVE.
[Page]  Though the brute Creatures by the height of Sense
Foretell their calm and boystrous Influence, 
Yet to finde out their Motions  is Mans  part,
Not by the help of Nature,  but of Art, 
Which rarifies the Soul,  and makes it rise,
And sees no farther than that  gives it Eyes.
And by that Prospect will directly tell
What Regions  stoop to every Parallel.
Which Cities  furred are with Snow, which lie
Naked, and scorcht under Heav'ns  Canopie.
How Men,  like Cloves stuck in an Orenge, stand
Still upright, with their Feet upon the Land.
And where the Seas oppos'd to us do flow,
Yet quench they not that Heat where Spices grow.
It sees fair Mornings  rising Neck beset
With orient Jems, like a rich Carcanet.
Who every Night doth send her Beams to spie
In what dark Caves her golden Treasures lie:
And there they brood and hatch the callow Race,
Till they take wing, and fly in every place.
It sees the frozen Firre  shrouding its Arms,
While Cocus  Trees are courted with blest Charms,
That swell their pregnant Womb: whose Issue may
Sweeten our World,  but that they die by th' Way.
It sees the Seasons  lying at the Door,
Some warm and wanton, and some cold and poor;
And knows from whence they come, both foul & fair,
And from their Presence gilds,  or soils  the Air.
It sees plain Natures  Face, how rude it looks
Till it be polished by Men  and Books; 
And most of her dark Secrets  can discover
To open View of an industrious Lover. 
[Page]  What ever under 
Heav'ns  great 
Throne  we prize
Or value, in Arts  Chamber-practise lies.
But when before the ALMIGHTY JUDGE he come
To speak of HIM, my Oratour  is dumb.
Go then, thou silent Soul,  present thy Plea
By the fair Hand  of sweet THEOPHILA.
Hap'ly thy harsh and broken Strains  may rise
In the Perfume  of her sweet Sacrifice: 
And if by this Accesse  thou find'st a Way
To th' highest THRONE, alas! what canst thou say?
What can the Bubble  (though its Breath it bring
Upon the gliding Stream) say of the Spring? 
Can the proud painted Flow'r  boast that it knows
The Root that bears it, and whereon it grows?
Or can the crawling Worm,  though ne're so stout,
With its Meandrings finde the Center  out?
Can INFINITE be measur'd by a Span? 
And what art thou, lesse than all these, ô Man? 
Man is a thing of nought!  yet from ABOVE
There beams upon his Soul  such Raies  of LOVE,
As may discover by Faiths  Optick, where
The burning Bush  is, though not see HIM there.
The meekest Man  on Earth did only see
His Shadow shining there, it was not HE.
And if that great Soul,  who with holy Flame,
And ravisht Spirit to the Third Heav'n  came,
Saw Things  unutterable, What can We
Expresse of those Things  that we ne're did see?
The Senses strongest Pillars cannot bear
The Weight of the least grain of GLORY there.
No more then where to bound, or comprehend
INFINITIE, they can Begin,  or End. 
[Page]  Since then the 
Soul  is circumscrib'd within
The narrow Limits of a tender Skin;
Let us be Babes in Innocence, and grow
Strong upwards,  and more weak to things below. 
By sacred Chymistrie, the Spirit  must
Ascend and leave the Sediment to Dust.
This Cordial  is distilled from the Eyes, 
And we must sprinkle it on th' Sacrifice: 
Offered i'th Virtue  of THEOPH'LAS Name, 
Which must be to it Holocaust  and Flame. 
Then, wing'd with Zeal,  we may aspire to see
The hallow'd Oracles  exprest by THEE,
Who art LOVES Flamen,  and with Holy Fire 
Refin'st thy Muse,  to make her mount the Higher. 
For the Renowned COMPOSER. A POETS Ashes need nor Brass,  nor Stone 
To be their Ward-robe; Since his Name  alone
Shall stand both Brass  and Marble  to the Tomb.
Nor doth he want the Cere-cloths  balmy Womb
T' enwrap his Dust, until his drowzie Clay 
Again enliv'ned by an active Ray,
Shot from the last Day's Fire, shall wake, and rise,
Attir'd with Light.  No; When a POET dies,
His Sheets  alone winde up his Earth,  They'l be
Instead of Mourner, Tomb,  and Obsequie; 
And to embalm  It, his own Ink  he takes:
Gumme Arabick  the richest Mummy  makes.
[Page]  Then, Sir, You need no 
Obelisk,  that may
Seclude your Ashes  from Plebeian Clay.
For, from your Mine  of Fancie,  now we see
Y' have digg'd so many Iems  of Poesie, 
That out of them you raise a glorious Shrine,
In which your ever-blooming Name  will shine;
Free from th' Eclipse  of Age,  and Clouds  of Rust, 
Which are the Moths  to other common Dust. 
Then, could we now collect th' all worshipt Oar,
With which kinde Nature  paves the Indian  Shore;
And gather to one masse that Stock of Spice,
Which copies out afresh old Paradise, 
And in the Phoenix  od'rous Nest is pent,
All would fall short of This  rich Monument. 
About the Surface  of whose Verge, You stick
So many fragrant Flow'rs  of Rhetorick, 
That Lovers  shall approach in Throngs, and seek
With their rich Leaves  t' adorn each Beauties Cheek;
So that, these sacred Trophies  will become
In After-times your Altar,  not your Tomb. 
To which the Poets  shall in well-drest Laies, 
Offer their Victimes,  with a Grove of Bayes. 
For here among these Leaves,  no speckled Snake,
Or Viper doth his Bed of Venom make:
No Lust-burnt Goat, nor looser Satyr weaves
His Cabin out, among these spotlesse Leaves. 
A Virgin  here may safely dart her Eye,
And yet not blush for Fear, lest any by
Should see Her read. These Pages  do dispence
A Julep, which so charms the Itch of Sense,
That we are forc't to think your guiltlesse Quill 
Did, with its Ink,  the Turtles Blood  distill.
Pietatis, Poetices (que)   Cultori. IGne cales tali, quali cum Nuncius  Ora
Seraphicus  sacro tetigit Carbone Prophetae.
Macte DEI plenum Pectus; Te his dedito Flammis,
Sancte Poetarum Phoenix!  Reparabilis Ignis
Te voret hîc Totum; Quo plus consumeris Illo,
Hoc magis Aeterno Tu consummaberis Aevo.
INCIPE  Censurâ major, qui Fonte  Camaenas
Idalias tingis casto;  Tua Metra Sionem 
Parnasso jungunt celebri; tam digna Lituris
Nulla canis, quàm sunt omni dignissima Laude. 
THEIOPHILAM  resonare docens Modulamine diam,
Impia priscorum lustrâsti Carmina Vatum.
PERGE;  beatifico correptus NVMINE, PERGE, 
Vivida felici fundendo Poemata  Flatu,
Pectore digna tuo, COELI penetrare Recessus: 
Et quae densa tegit Nubes Mysteria  claro
Lumine perlustra, solito non concite Plectro,
Quaelibet altisono prosterne Piacula Versu. 
PERFICE,  terrenum transcende, POETA,  Cacumen:
Conversus  converte Vagos; Quos decipit Error
Incautos, Meliora doce; Britones (que)    bilingues
Lingua fac erudiat Britonum,  sit quanta superbi
Pectoris Ambitio  & Veri Caligo;  Camaenis
Subdola vesani depinge Sophismata Sêcli. 
In Sanctos THEOPHILAE Amores. VIx mihi Te  vidisse semel concessit Apollo, 
In (que)   tuo pictam  Carmine THEIOPHILAM: 
Quum gemino  Ipse miser,  sed fortunatus AMORE 
Deperii; dubius  sic Ego factus Amans. 
Cur Dubius?  Fallor. Nam, quamvis partibus aequis,
Igne simul duplici  me novus urat Amor, 
Afficitur tamen Objecto,  at (que)   unitur in uno, 
Tota (que)   divisis una Favilla  manet.
Ne, Lector,  mirêre; Novum est. Sed protinus Ignes, 
Si sine felle  legas, experiêre meos.
THEIOPHILA!  In cunctis Praecellentissima  Nymphis;
Nominis  ad Famam  quot Tibi  Corda cadent!
Corporis, Ingenii (que)    Bonis dotata triumphas,
Bina (que)    cum summa Laude, Trophaea  geris.
DOCTE,  Tibi aeternae quales Spectacula  Chartae,
Quot (que)   Illi efficient Pagina docta  Procos!
Sexus uter (que)    pari, visâ HAC,  ardebit Amore;
HAC (que)    frui ex aequo Sexus uter (que)    volet.
Ne vercare tamen, Cuncti  licet Oscula  figant
THEIOPHILAE,  ne sit casta,  vel una TIBI. 
Famae  Ejus nil detrahitur si publica  fiat;
Hanc ut ament Omnes,  Nil Tibi, AMICE,  perit.
Tu  solus DOMINA  dignus censeberis Illâ, 
ILLAM  qui solus pingere dignus eras.
In celeberrimam THEOPHILAM, feliciter elucubratam. A Nne novi, veterisve prius Monumenta  revolvam
Ingenii?  & Tragicos superantia Scripta  Cothurnos,
At (que)   Sophoclaeis numerari digna Triumphis?
Quàm bene vivificis depingitur Artibus ECHO? 
Quàm bene monstriferas  Vitiorum discutis Hydras? 
Carminibus (que)    doces quantum peccaverit Aevum? 
Quanta Polucephalis  repserunt Agmina Sectis? 
SPHINGE THEOLOGICA  quae dia Poemata  pangis?
Mira  & Vera  canens, nodosa Aenigmata solvis.
Nec vitae  pars ulla perit, nec transigis unam
Ingratam sine Luce  Diem; dum pervigil Artes 
Exantlas, avidis (que)   bibis Permessida  Labris.
Iam, velut primo Phoenix  revocatus Eoo,
Apparet nostris nova Sponsa THEOPHILA  Terris.
Illius è roseis flammatur Purpura  malis;
Et Gemmis Lux  major adest, & blandius Aurum
A Calamo, BENLOSE,  tuo; dum Dotibus  amplis
Excolis, Ingenii (que)    Opibus melioribus ornas.
Lactea  Ripheas praecellunt Colla  Pruinas;
Fronte Decor radiat, sancto (que)   Modestia Vultu;
Suada  verecundis & Gratia  plena Labellis
Assidet, & casti Mores imitata Poetae, 
Te Moderatorem  fusis amplectitur Vlnis.
Hi [...] ce Triumphatrix  decorata THEOPHILA  Gemmis,
Celsior assurgit, Mundum (que)    nitentior intrat
Virgineis  comitata Choris; QUAM  Tramite longo
Agmina  Cecropiis stipant Heliconia  Turmis.
Non aliter quoties adremigat Aequoris Vndas
Fraenatis Neptunus  Equis, fluit ocyùs Antris
Nereidum  Gens tota suis, Dominum (que)    salutant,
Blandula  caeruleo figentes Oscula  Collo.
Qui Virtutes THEOHILAE praedicat, Religioni non Gloriae studeat. Noverim Te, DOMINE, noverim me! LAudis in Oceano me submersistis, Amici;
Maxima pars Decoris me, nihil esse, patet.
Laus, famulare DEO, submissi Victima Cordis
Est Hecatombaeis anteferenda Sacris.
CHRISTE, meae da par ut sit mea Vita Camaenae;
Sim ne (que)   Laus Aliis prodiga, parca TIBI.
Ore-come me not with your Perfumes, ô Friends! 
My greatest Worth,  to shew I'm nothing, tends.
Praise,  wait on HEAV'N. Th' Host  of an humble Heart
Excells the sacred Hecatombs  of Art. 
Grant, LORD, my Life  may parallel my Layes! 
They  me too much, I THEE too little, praise. 
SAncto SANCTA COLUMBA  Musa Vati.
Parnassus superae CACUMEN AETHRAE. 
CHRISTI GRATIA  Pegasus supremus.
Vati Castalis Vnda DIUS IMBER. 
Pennam dat SERAPHIN  suis ab Alis.
AGNI  scribitur Optimi CRUORE. 
Vati Bibliotheca SPHAERA COELI. 
VITAE  è CODICE  faenerans Medullam, 
Internos  penetrat POLI RECESSUS. 
O, CONAMINA  fructuo [...] iora!
O, SOLAMINA  delicatiora!
Per Quae creditur ANGELUS  Poeta,
PATRONUS (que)    pio DEVS Poetae!
A Hallow'd Poets Muse is Th'HOLY DOVE.
Parnassus th' EMPYRAEAN HEIGHT Above.
His lofty-soaring Pegasus CHRISTS LOVE.
HEAV'NS Shoure of GRAOE is his Castalian Spring.
A SERAPHIN lends Pen from his own Wing.
His Ink is o [...]  the best LAMBS purple Die.
To Him HEAV'NS SPHERE is a vast Librarie.
Rais'd by th' Advantage of th' ETERNAL BOOK,
His piercing Eye ev'n into HEAV'N does look.
O, what ENDEAVORS can more fruitful be!
What COMFORTS can we more delightful see!
By which the Poet we an ANGEL deem;
Yea, GOD to's sacred Muse does PATRON seem.
Ergo brevi stringam COELESTIA Cantu. AIming to profit  as to please,  We bring
No usual Hawk to try her Wing.
Come, come THEOPH'LA, fresh as May:
Hark how the Falkner lures! This is Loves Holy-Day. 
Her stretch is for Devotions Quarrie, which
Mounts up her Zeal to Eagle-pitch:
Cheer Thou her present tim'rous Flight,
Whil'st She thus cuts with Wing the driving Rack of Height.
From thence, 'bove sparkling Stars, She'l spritely move,
Her Plumes of Faith  being prun'd by Love. 
AS GRACE shall ymp her Pineon, more,
Or less, she will, or flag, or 'bove what's mortal, soar.
The Author musing here survay,
How He may THEOPHI [...]  portray:
Where Others Art  [...] urpast you  [...] ind,
They draw the Body, HE the Mind.
The World's benea [...] h his Foot; while SHEE
HEAV'N, by the Heav'nly Sphere, does see.
A CROWN is r [...] acht HER from the SKIES,
Vp with his BOOK an Eagle flies.
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE. CANTO I. ARGUMENT.
Spes  alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus  haeret;
Rivales IESVS non in Amore  sinit.
Quid mihi non sapiat Terrâ,  mihi dum sapit AETHER? 
Sed sapiet, sapias nî mihi, CHRISTE, nihil.
Awake, Arise, LOVES Steersman,  and first tast
Delight;  Sound That; ere Anchor's cast
On JOY; stere hence a pray'rful Course  to HEAV'N at last.
STANZA I.
M Ight Souls  converse with Souls,  by AN [...] EL-way,
Enfranchis'd  from their pris'ning  Clay,
What STRIANS by INTUITION, would They then convay!
II.
But, Spirits,  sublim'd too fast, evap'rate may,
Without some interpos'd Allay;
And Notions,  subtiliz'd too thin, exhale away.
III.
The Gold  (Sols Child) when in Earths Womb it lay
As precious  was, though not so gay, 
As, when refin'd, it doth It self  abroad display.
IV.
Mount, Fancie,  then through Orbs  to GLORIES Sphere;
(Wilde is the Course that ends not there:)
You, who are VIRTUES Friends,  lend to her Tongue  an Ear. 
V.
Let not the wanton Love-fights,  which may rise
From vocal Fifes,  Flame-darting Eyes, 
(Beauties Munition) Hearts wth  Wounds  unseen surprize:
VI.
Whose Basilisk -like Glances taint the Air
Of VIRGIN purenesse, and ensnare
Entangled Thoughts  i'th' Trammels of their Ambush-hair.
VII.
Loves Captive  view, who's Daies in warm Frosts  spends;
On's Idol  dotes, to Wit  pretends;
Writes, blots, & rends; nor heeds where he begins  or ends. 
VIII.
His  Stock of  Verse in  Comick Fragments lies: 
Higher than  Ten'riffs Pique He flies: 
Sols but a spark; Thou  outray'st all Diamonds  of the Skies.
IX.
Victorious Flames glow from thy brighter EYE; 
Cloud those twin-lightning ORBS  (They'l  [...] rie
Anice-vein'd Monk)  cloud Them, or, PLANET -struck, I die.
X.
Indians,  pierce Rocks for Gems; Negro's,  the Brine
For Pearls; Tartars,  tohunt combine
For Sables; Consecrate all Off'rings at HER SHRINE. 
XI.
Crouch low.-O, Vermeil-tinctur'd CHEEK!  for, thence
The Organs to my Optick Sense
Aredazled at the Blaze  of so bright ANGELENCE. 
XII.
Does Troy-bane Hellen  (Friend) with ANGELS share?
All Lawlesse Passions Idols  are:
Frequent are fuco'd Cheeks;  The Virtuosa 's rare:
XIII.
A Truth  authentick. Let not skin-deep white
And red, perplex the nobler Light 
O'th' Intellect;  nor mask the SOULS clear piercing Sight. 
XIV.
Burn Odes,  Lusts Paperplots;  Fly Playes,  its Flame; 
Shun guileful Courtisms;  Forge for Shame
No Chains; Lip-traffick,  and Eye-dialogues  disclaim.
XV.
Hark how the frothy, empty Heads  within
Roar and carouse i'th' jovial Sin, 
Amidst the wilde Levalto 's on their merry Pin! 
XVI.
Drain dry the ransackt Cellars,  and resign
Your Reason  up to Riot,  joyn
Your Fleet,  & sail by Sugar-rocks  through Floods  of Wine: 
XVII.
Send Care  to dead Sea  of Phlegmattick Age;
Ride without Bit your restive Rage; 
And act your Revel-rout Thus  on the tipling Stage.
XVIII.
Swell us a lustie BRIMMER, -more,-till most;
So Vast, that none may spie the Coast:
Wee'l down with ALL,  though therein sail'd LEPANTO 'S Host:
XIX.
Top and Top-gallant hoise; We will out-rore
The bellowing Storms,  though shipwrackt more
Healths  are, than tempting'st Syrens did inchant of yore
XX.
Each Gallon 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.
XXI.
Such are their Ranting Catches  to unsoul,
And out-law Man;  They stagger, rowl,
Their  [...] eet indent, their Sense  being drunk with Circes  Bowl.
XXII.
Intombed Souls!  Why rot ye thus alive,
Melting your Salt to Lees? and strive
To strangle Nature,  and hatch Death?  Healths, Health deprive.
XXIII.
The sinlesse Herd  loaths your Sense-stifling Streams,
When long Spits  point your Tale:  Ye Breams 
In Wine and Sleep, your PRINCES are but Fumes,  and Drea [...] s. 
XXIV.
I'd rather be preserv'd in Brine,  than rot
In Nectar.  Now to Dice  they're got:
Their Tables  snare in both; Then what can be their Shot? 
XXV.
Yet Blades  will throw at A [...] l,  sans Fear, or Wit;
Oa [...] h [...]   black the Night when  [...] ice  do'nt hit;
When Winners lose  at Play, can Losers win  by it?
XXVI.
Egypts  Spermatick Nurse, when her spread Floor
Is flow'd 'bove sev'nteen Cubits ore,
Breeds Dearth: And Spend-thri [...] ts  waste, when they enflame  the Score. 
XXVII.
Tell me, ye pybald Butterflies,  who poise
Extrinsick  with intrinsick  Joyes;
What gain ye from such short-liv'd, fruitless, empty  Toys?
XXVIII.
Ye Fools,  who barter Gold  for Trash,  report,
Can Fire  in Pictures  warm? Can Sport 
That stings,  the mock-sense fill? How low's your HEAV'N! how short!
XXIX.
Go, chaffer BLISSE for Pleasure▪  which is had
More by the Beast,  than Man;  the Bad 
Swim in their Mirth: (CHRIST wept, nere laught) The Best  are sad.
XXX.
Brutes  covet nought but what's terrene; HEAV'NS Quire 
Do in eternal Joyes conspire;
Man  'twixt them Both  does intermediate Things desire.
XXXI.
Had we no Bodies,  we were ANGELS; and
Had we no Souls,  we were unmann'd
To Beasts: Brutes  are all Flesh,  all Spirit  the Heav'nly  BAND.
XXXII.
At first GOD made them One thus, by subjecting
The Sense  to Reason;  and directing
The Appetite  by th' Spirit:  But Sin  by infecting
XXXIII.
Mans free-born Will, so shatters Them; that They 
At present nor cohabite may
Without  [...] Regret,  nor without Grief  depart away.
XXXIV.
Go, cheating World,  that dancest ore thy Thorns;
Lov'st what undoes; hat'st what adorns:
Go, idolize thy Vice,  and VIRTUE load with Scorns.
XXXV.
Thy luscious Cup,  more deadly then Asps  Gall,
Empoys'neth Souls  for Hell:  Thou all
Times Mortalls  dost enchant with thy delusive Call.
XXXVI.
Who  steals from Time, Time  steals from him  the Prey:
Pastimes passe Time,  passe HEAV'N away:
Few  like the blessed Thief  do steal SALVATIONS Day.
XXXVII.
Fools  rifle Times  rich Lott'rie: Who mispend
Lifes peerlesse Gemme,  alive descend;
And Antidate  with Stings their never-ending End. 
XXXVIII.
Whose vast Desires  engrosse the boundlesse Land
By Fraud,  or Force;  Like Spiders  stand,
Squeezing small Flies;  Such are their Nets,  & such their Hand. 
XXXIX.
When Nimrods  Vulture-Talons par'd shall be,
Their Houses Name  soon chang'd you'l see;
For their Bethesda  shall be turn'd to Bethanie. 
XL.
Better destroy'd  by Law,  than rul'd by Will; 
What Salves  can cure, if Balsams  kill?
That Good is worst that does degenerate to Ill.
XLI.
Had not GOD left the BEST within the Power
Of Persecutors,  who devoure;
We had nor MARTYRS had, nor yet a SAVIOUR.
XLII.
SAINTS melt as Wax, Fools -clay grows hard at Cries
Of that scarce-breathing Corse,  who lies
With dry  Teeth, meager  Cheeks, thin  Maw, & hollow  Eyes.
XLIII.
GOD made Life; Give't to Man; By opening Veins,
Death's sluc'd out, and Pleuretick Pains:
Make GOD  thy Pattern, Cure thy self, Alms  are best gains. 
XLIV.
HEAV'NS GLORIE to atchieve, what scantling Span 
Hath the frail Pilgrimage of Man! 
Which sets,  when risen; ends,  when it but now began. 
XLV.
Who fight with outward  Lusts, win inward  Peace;
Iudgements  against Self-Iudges  cease:
Who face their Cloaks  with Zeal  do but their Woes  increase.
XLVI.
The Mighty,  mighty Torments  shall endure,
If impious: Hell  admits to Cure. 
The best Securitie  is ne're to be secure. 
XLVII.
Oaks,  that dare grapple with HEAV'NS Thunder sink
All shiver'd; Coals  that scorch do shrink
To Ashes; Vap'ring Snuffs  expire in noysom Stink.
XLVIII.
Time,  strip the writhel'd Witch;  Pluck the black Bags
From off Sins  grizly Scalp; the Hags 
Plague-sores shew then more loathsom than her leprous Rags.
XLIX.
'Twas She  slew guiltlesse Naboth;  'twas she curl'd
The painted Iezabel;  she hurl'd
Realms  from their Center; She unhing'd the new-fram'd World. 
L.
Blest then who shall her dash 'gainst Rocks; (her Grones,
Our Mirth) and wash the bloody Stones
With her own cursed Gore;  repave them with her Bones. 
LI.
By Salique  Law She should not reign:  Storms swell
By her, which Halcyon  Dayes dispell:
Nought's left that's good where she in Souls possest does dwell.
LII.
'Twas her Excesse  bred Plagues! Infecting  Stars,
Infesting  Dearth, Intestine  Wars
Surfeit with Graves  the Earth, 'mongst Living  making Jars.
LIII.
My Soul,  enlabyrinth'd in Grief,  spend Years
In Sackcloth,  chamleted with Tears, 
Retir'd to Rocks dark entrals, court unwitnest  Fears.
LIV.
There passe with Heraclite  a gentler  Age,
Free from the sad ACCOUNT of Rage, 
That acts the toilsome World  on its tumultuous  Stage.
LV.
There sweet RELIGION strings, and tunes, and skrues
The Souls Theorb',  and doth infuse
Grave Dorick Epods  in th' Enthusiastick  MUSE.
LVI.
There LOVE turns trumpets into Harps,  which call
Off Sieges  from the gun-shot  Wall;
Alluring them to HEAV'N, her Seat Imperial. 
LVII.
Thence came our Ioy,  and Thence HYMNS eas'd our Grief; 
Of which th' ANGELICAL was chief;
Glory to GOD; Earth Peace; Good Will for Mans Relief.
LVIII.
Quills, pluckt from Venus  Doves, impresse but shame:
Then, give your Rimes to Vulcans  Flame;
Hee'l elevate your badger  Feet: He's free, though lame. 
LIX.
Things  fall, and Nothings  rise! Old VIRTUE fram'd
Honour for WISDOM: WISDOM fam'd
Old VIRTUE: Such Times  were! Wealth then Arts  Page was nam'd
LX.
Lambeth  was Oxfords  Whetstone: Yet above
Preferments  Pinnacle they mov [...] ,
Who string the Vniverse,  and bracelet It for LOVE.
LXI.
Virtues  magnifick Orb  inflames their Zeal; 
By high-rais'd ANTHEMS Plagu [...] s  they heal;
And threefork'd Thunders  in HEAVNS outstretcht Arm repeal.
LXII.
Shall Larks  with shrill-chirpt Mattens  rouze from Bed
Of curtain'd Night Sols  orient Head?
And shall quick SOULS lie numb'd, as wrapt in Sheets of Lead?
LXIII.
Awake  from slumbring Lethargie;  The gay
And circling Charioter  of Day, 
In's Progress through the azure Fields  sees, checks our Stay.
LXIV.
Arise;  and rising, emulate the rare
Industrious Spinsters,  who with fair
Embroid'ries checker-work the Chambers of the Air. 
LXV.
Ascend; Sol  does on Hills his Gold  display,
And, scatt'ring Sweets,  does spice the Day,
And shoots delight through Nature  with each arrow'd Ray.
LXVI.
The Opal-colour'd Dawns  raise Fancie  high;
Hymns  ravish those who Pulpets  fly;
Convert dull Lead  to active Gold  by LOVE-CHYMIE.
LXVII.
As Natures  prime Confectioner,  the Bee, 
By her Flow'r-nibling Chymistrie, 
Turns Vert  to Or:  So, VERSE gross Prose  does rarifie.
LXVIII
Pow'rs  cannot Poets,  as They Pow'rs  up-buoy;
Whose Soul-enliv'ning Charms  Decoy
Each wrinkled Care to the Pacifick Sea  of Joy.
LXIX.
As, where from Iewels  sparkling Lustre darts,
Those Rayes  enstarre the duskie Parts:
So, Beams  of Poesie  give Light, Life, Soul to Arts. 
LXX.
Rich POESIE! Thy more irradiant Gems 
Give Splendor unto DIADEMS,
And with coruscant Rayes  emblazest HONOURS Stems.
LXXI.
Thee MUSE (Arts  ambient Air, Inventions  Door,
The Stage of Wits)  both Rich  and Poor 
Do court. [...] A PRINCE may glory  to become thy WOOER.
LXXII.
POETS ly'entomb'd by KINGS. Arts  Gums dispence;
By Rumination  bruis'd, are thence
By VERSE so fir'd, that their Perfume  ENHEAV'NS the Sense.
LXXIII.
Its The'ory  makes All wiser, yet Few better;
Practise  is Spirit, Art  the Letter;
Vse  artlesse doth enlarge, Art  uselesse does but fetter.
LXXIV.
Sharp Sentences  are Goads to make Deeds go;
Good Works  are Males, Words Females  show:
Whose Lives  act Presidents,  prevent the Laws,  and Do. 
LXXV.
So far We know,  as we obey  GOD; and
HE counts We leave not his Command,
When as our Interludes  but 'twixt our Acts  do stand.
LXXVI.
Honours  brave SOUL is in that Body  shrin'd,
Which floats not with each giddy Winde,
(Fickle as Courtly Dress) but WISDOMS Sea does find:
LXXVII.
Steering by GRACES Pole-star, which is fast
In th' APOSTOLLICK Zodiack plac't,
Whose Course  at first four EVANGELICK Pilots trac't:
LXXVIII.
The THEANTHROPICK WORD; That mystick Glasse
Of Revelations;  That masse
Of Oracles;  That Fu'el of Pray'r;  That Wall of Brass; 
LXXIX.
That Print of HEAV'N on Earth;  That Mercies  Treasure,
And Key; That Evidence, and Seisure;
Faiths  Card, Hopes  Anchor; Loves  full Sail; Abyss of Pleasure. 
LXXX.
Such SAINTS high Tides  n'ere ebbe  so low, to shelf
Them on the Quicksand  of their self▪
Swallowing Corruption:  Sin's the Wrack,  They fly that (Elf. 
LXXXI.
Gloomier than West  of Death; than North  of Night;
Than Nest  of Triduan Blacks, with Fright
Which Egypt  scar'd, when HE brought Darkness, WHO made Light.
LXXXII.
Compar'd to whose Storm,  thund'ring Peals  are calm:
Compar'd to whose Sting, Asps  yield Balm: 
Compar'd to whose loath'd Charm, Death  is a Mercy-Psalm.
LXXXIII.
Her Snares escap'd, soar, Muse,  to HIM, whose bright
Spirit-illuminating Sight 
Turns Damps to glorious Dayes;  turns Fogs to radiant Light. 
LXXXIV.
RELIGION's Wisdoms Study; That display,
LORD, countermand what goes astray;
And smite the Ass  (rude Flesh)  when it does start or bray.
LXXXV.
Soul, thou art lesse than MERCIES least; Three ne're
Depart from Sin; Shame, Guilt,  and Fear: 
Fear, Shame, Guilt, Sin,  are Four; Yet All in One appear.
LXXXVI.
Crest-faln by Sin,  how wretchedly I stray!
Me thinks 'tis Pride  in me to pray:
HEAV'N aid me strugling under this sad Load of Clay.
LXXXVII.
No Man  may merit,  yet did ONE, we hold;
Who most do vant their Zeal, are cold:
Thus Tin for Silver  goes with these, and Brasse for Gold. 
LXXXVIII.
Renew my Heart,  direct my Tongue;  unseal
My Hand,  inspire my Faith,  reveal
My Hope,  encrease my Love,  and my Backslidings  heal!
LXXXIX.
Let Language  (Mans choice Glory)  serve the Minde: 
Thy SPIRIT on Bezaliel  shin'd:
Help, BLOUD, by Faith  apply'd! Thy Spittle  cur'd the Blinde. 
XC.
Turn Sense to Spirit;  Nature's chang'd alone
By GRACE; THAT is the Chymick-stone: 
And thy all-pow'rful WORD is pure Projection; 
XCI.
TRUTHS Touchstone, surest Rule  that ere was fra'md,
(Tradition,  Mans dark Map, 's disclaim'd)
The Paper  burns me not, yet I am all inflam'd:
XCII.
For, as I read, such inward Splendor  glowes;
Such Life-renewing Vigour  flowes,
That All,  what's known of thy most righteous WILL, It showes:
XCIII.
Whose Spells make Enochs  walk with THEE; withhold
Corruption,  and translate  e're old:
All Vaticans  are drosse; THIS, Magisterial Gold. 
XCIV.
Thus, poor numm'd Tartars,  when th' are brought into
Warm Persias  Gem-pav'd Court, are so
Reviv'd, that then They  live; till then half dead wth  Snow.
XCV.
Good Thoughts  from THEE infus'd I do derive;
Good Words  effus'd THOU dost me give;
Good Works  diffus'd by THEE, in THEE do live, & thrive.
XCVI.
Nerve-stretching Muse,  thy Bow's new strung; shoot then
Hymns  to the BEST, from worst of Men; 
Make Arts  thy Tributaries, twist Heart, Tongue, & Pen.
XCVII.
But how can Eves  degenerate Issue,  bent
To Sin, in its weak Measures  vent
Thy PRAISE? Unmeasurable! and Omnipotent!
XCVIII.
Shrubs cannot Cedars,  nor Wrens Eagles  praise;
Nor purblinde Owls on Sols Orb  gaze:
What is a drop to Seas,  a Beam to boundlesse Raies? 
XCIX.
Yet Hope,  and Love  may raise my drooping Flight;
And Faith  in THEE embeam my Night:
Great LOVE, supply Faiths  Nerves, with winged Hope—  I WRITE.
C.
My Spirit,  LORD, my Soul,  my Bodie,  all
My Thoughts, Words, Works  hereafter shall
Praise THEE, and Sin bemone.
JESU, how lov'dst THOU me!
Me blessed, thy LOVE make!
Me raised, Thy LOVE take!
JESU, my pretious ONE!
May This, LOVES OFFERING be.
My Heart, Tongue, Eye, Hand, bowe [...]  Knee,
As All came from, let All return to THEE!
NVnc sacra primus  habet Finem, mea Cura, Libellus; 
Iàm precor impellat sanctior Aura ratem!
I felix, rapidas diffindas Caerula Syrtes;
Te Divina regit DEXTERA;  Sospes abi.
NON NOBIS DOMINE.
THEOPHILAS LOVE-SACRIFICE. The Summary of the Poem. T HEOPHILA, or Divine Love, ascends to her BELOV'D by three Degrees. By Humilitie,  by Zeal,  by Contemplation.  In the First She is Sincere,  In the Second Fervent,  In the Third Extatical.  In her Humiliation  She sadly condoles her Sin,  in her Devotion  She improves her Grace,  In her Meditation  She antidates her Glory,  and triumphantly congratulates the Fruition  of her SPOUSE. And by three Wayes,  which Divines call the Purgative, Illuminative,  and Vnitive;  She is happily led into the Disquisition of Sin  by Man;  of Suffering  by CRIST as SPONSOR; of Salvation,  by HIM as REDEEMER. In the Purgative  Way she falls upon Repentance, Mortification, Self-denial; helpt in part by the Knowledge of herself,  which breeds Contrition, Renuntiation, and Purpose of Amendment: In the Illuminative  she pursues Moral Vertues, Theological Graces, and Gospel-promises, revealed by CHRIST, as the Great APOSTLE, which begets in her Gratitude, Imitation and, Appropriation. In the Vnitive  she is wholly taken up with Intuition of supercoelestial Excellencies,  with beatifical Apprehensions,  [Page 16]   and Adherencies,  as to CHRIST in Bodie,  to the Holy GHOST in Spirit,  to GOD the FATHER in a bright Resemblance of the Divine NATURE. All which are felt by the Knowledg of CHRIST as MEDIATOR; whence flow Admiration, Elevation, consummated in GLORIFICATION. And were Mysteriously  intimated in the Symbolical Oblations  of the Star-led Sophies,  Who, by their Myrrhe,  signify'd Faith, Chastity, Mortification, the Purgative  Actions; by their Incense  implied Hope, Prayer, Obedience, the Illuminative  Devotions; by their Gold  importing Charity, Satiety, Radiancie, the Vnitive  Eminencies: And it is the only Ambition of THEOPHILA to offer these presents to her BELOV'D; by whom her Sin is purged,  her Understanding enlightned,  her Will and Affections enflamed  to the Communion  of all his GLORIES. Thus, She  by recollecting past Creation,  present Corruption,  and future BEATIFICAL VISION, endeavors to rowze us up from Hellish  Security, Worldly  Solicitude, and Carnal  Concupiscence, that being rais'd, we may conform to the will,  submit to the Power,  and sympathize with the SPIRIT of CHRIST, by a total Resignation of Self-comforts, Abilities, Ends; and by the internal Acts of Love, Devotion, Contemplation,  She makes Sense  subservient to Reason,  Reason to Faith,  and Faith to the written Word.  By Faith  she beleeves what he has reveal'd, and yields him up all her Vnderstanding:  By Hope  She waits for his Promises,  and refers to Him all her Will.  By Charity  she Loves his Excellencies,  and resignes to him all her Affections.  And by all these She  triumphs over Sin, Death, Hell,  in the sensual World,  and by his Virtue, Grace, Favour,  enjoyes an eminent Degree  of PERFECTION in the Intellectual. 
O  THOU most High, distinct in PERSONS, undivided in ESSENCE! Eternal PRINCIPLE of all Substances,  essential BEING of all Subsistencies,  CAUSE of all Causalities,  LIFE of our Souls,  and SOUL of our Lives!  Whose DEITIE is as far beyond the Comprehension of our Reason,  as thy OMNIPOTENCIE transcends our Impotencie:  We, wretched Dust, acknowledge, that Adams  Fall, as it depriv'd  us of all Good,  so hath it deprav'd  us with all Evil;  for, from our production, to our Dissolution, our Life,  if strictly discussed, will be found wholly tainted, alwayes tempted with Sin.  We discover  our Condition to be more corrupt than we can fully discover:  The Sense  of our Sin stupifies  us, the Sight  of it reveals our Blindness,  and the Remembrance  thereof doth put us in Minde of our forgetfulnesse  of THEE. The Number  of our Transgressions  surpasseth our Skill in Arithmetick;  their Weight is insupportable,  depressing us even to the Abysse;  their Guilt  more extense than any thing but thy MERCIE. O LORD, we have loved Darknesse  more than Light,  because our Deeds  were evil!  therefore THOU hast shew'd us terrible Things;  We have sucked out the Dregs  of deadly Wine:  Our National Crimes  have extorted from thy JUSTICE National Iudgements:  Our hellish Sins  enflame thy WRATH; and thy WRATH enflames Hellfire  against us! We want so much of Happinesse,  as of [Page 18]   Obedience  (our Beatitude  consisting in a thorough Submission of our Determinations  unto thy Disposings,  and our Practise  to thy Providence)  which causeth us, with humbly-pressing Importunitie, to implore thy GOODNESSE (for HIS SAKE, who of mere Love  took upon Him a Nature  of Infirmities  to cure the Infirmities  of our Nature)  that THOU would'st give us a Sense  of our Senselesness,  and a fervent  Desire of more Fervency;  and true Remorse  and Sorrow  for want of Remorse  and Sorrow  for these our Sins. O, Steer the mysticall Ship  of thy CHURCH safe amidst the Rocks  and Quicksands  of Schism  and Heresie, Superstition  and Sacriledge  into the fair Havens  of PEACE and TRUTH! Give to thy disconsolate Spouse,  melting in Tears  of Bloud,  the Spirit of Sanctitie  and Prudence!  May the Light  which conducts her to thy Coelestial CANAAN be never mockt by new false Lights  of apostatizing Hypocrisie,  nor extinguished by Barbarism! Thou,  our FATHER, art the GOD of Peace;  thy SON, our SAVIOUR, the Prince  of Peace,  Thy SPIRIT, the Spirit  of Peace,  thy Servants  the Children  of Peace,  whose Dutie  is the Studie  of Peace,  and the End of their Faith  the Peace  of GOD which passeth all Vnderstanding!  Let All  submit to thy SCEPTER, adore thy JUDGEMENTS, revere thy LAWS, and love THEE above All, for thine OWN SAKE, and others (ev'n their Enemies) for THY SAKE, having THEE for our Pattern,  thy PRECEPTS for our Rule,  and thy SPIRIT for our Guide. 
And now, in particular, I throw my self  (who have unmeasurably swarved from thy Statutes)  upon thy Mercies;  beseeching THEE to give me a deep Sense [Page 19]   of my own Vnworthiness,  and yet withall sincere Thankfulnesse for thy Assistancies:  Grant that my Sorrow  for Sin may be unfeigned, my Desires of Forgiveness fervent,  my purpose of Amendment stedfast;  that so my Hopes  of HEAVEN may be advanced, and, what THOU hast sowen in thy MERCIE, THOU mayest reap from my Duty!  Let Religion  and right Reason  rule as Soveraign  in me, and let the irascible and concupiscible Faculties  be their Subjects!  Give me an Estate  balanc'd between Want and Waste, Pity and Envie; Give me Grace  to spend my Wealth  and Strength  in thy Service;  Let all my Melancholy  be Repentance,  my Ioyes  spiritual Exultations,  my Rest Hope,  my Peace  a good Conscience,  and my Acquiescence  in THEE! In THEE, as the Principle  of Truth,  in thy Word  as the Measure of Knowledge,  in thy Law  as the Rule of Life,  in thy Promise  as the Satisfaction of Hope,  and in thy Vnion  as the highest Fruition  of Glory!  O, Thou Spring  of Bountie,  who hast given thy SON to Redeem  me, Thy Holy  SPIRIT to sanctifie  me, and Thy  SELF to satisfie  me; give me a generous Contempt  of sensual Delusions,  that I may see the Vanity  of the World,  the Deceitfulnesse  of Riches,  the Shame  of Pleasures,  the folly  of Sports,  the Inconstancie  of Honours,  the Danger  of Greatness,  and the strict Account  to be given for All!  O, then give me an undaunted Fortitude,  an elevated Course of Contemplation,  a Resignation of Spirit,  and a sincere Desire of thy Glory!  Adde, O LORD, to the Cheerfulness  of my Obedience,  the Assurance  of Faith,  and to the Confidence of my Hope,  the Joyes of Love!  O, THOU who art the Fountain of my Faith,  the Object [Page 20]   of my Ioy,  and the Rock of my Confidence,  guide my Passion  by Reason,  my Reason  by Religion,  my Religion  by Faith,  my Faith  by thy Word;  be pleased to improve thy Word  by thy SPIRIT; that so, being established by Faith,  confirmed in Hope,  and rooted in Charitie,  I may be only ambitious of THEE, prizing THEE above the Delights  of Men, Love  of Women,  and Treasures  of the World!  Nothing being so pretious, as thy Favour,  so dreadfull as thy Displeasure,  so hateful as Sin,  so desirable as thy Grace!  Let my Heart  be alwayes fixt upon Thee,  possessed by Thee,  established in Thee,  true unto Thee,  upright toward Thee,  and entire for Thee!  that being thus inebriated with the sweet and pure streams  of thy Sanctuary,  I may serve Thee  to the utmost of each Faculty,  with all the Extension  of my Will, and Intension  of my Affections, till my Love  shall ascend from Earth  to HEAVEN, from small Beginnings  to the Consummati [...] n  of a well-regulated and never ceasing Charitie!  O GOD, who art no lesse infinite in Wisdom  than in Goodness,  let me where I cannot rightly know Thee,  there reverently admire Thee,  that in Transcendencies  my very Ignorance  may honour Thee.  Let thy Holy SPIRIT inflame  my Zeal, inform  my Judgement, conform  my Will, reform  my Affections, and transform  me wholly into the Image  and Imitation  of Thy Onely SON! Grant that I may improve my Talent  to thy Glory,  who art the Imparter  of the Guift,  the Blesser  of the Action,  and the Assister  of the Designe!  So that having sowen to the Spirit,  I may by thy Mercies,  and Thy SONS Merits  (who is the SON of thy Love,  the Anchor  of my Hope,  and the Finisher  of my Faith)  reap Life [Page 21]   everlasting! And now, in his only Name  vouchsafe to accept from dust and ashes the Oblation  of this weak, yet willing Service;  and secure the Possession  to THY SELF, that Sin  may neither pollute the Sacrifice,  divide the Guift,  nor question the Title.  Fill my Mouth with Praises  for these happy Opportunities  of Contemplation,  the managing of publick Actions lesse agreeing with my Disposition;  and though my Body  be retir'd, yet let my Soul  be enlarged (like an uncaptiv'd Bird) to soar in the Speculation  of Divine Mysteries!  O, be praysed, for that, in this general Combustion  of Christendom,  THOU hast vouchsafed me a little Zoar,  as Refuge, in which my Soul  doth yet live to magnifie Thee;  But above All for my Redemption  from the Execution  of thy Wrath  by the Execration  of the SON of thy Love,  having made Innocence  to become guilty, to make the guilty  innocent, and the Sun  of Righteousness  to suffer a total Eclipse  to expiate  the Deeds  of Darkness:  Be THOU exalted for the Myriads  of thy Mercies  in my Travells  through Europ,  as far transcending my Computation  as Compensation;  But chiefly for the Hope Thou  hast given me, that when I have served Thee  inhumbly-strict Obedience  to the Glorie  of thy Name,  THOU art pleased that I shall enter into the GLORY of my LORD to all Eternitie;  where I shall behold THEE in thy Majesty,  CHRIST thy SON in his Glory,  the SPIRIT in his Sanctity, the Hierarchy  of Heaven  in their Excellencie,  and the Saints  in their Rest;  in which Rest  there is perfect Tranquillitie,  and in this Tranquillity Ioy,  and in this Ioy Variety,  and in this Variety Security,  and in this Security Immortality,  with Thee,  Who reignest in the Excellencies  of Transcendencie,  [Page 22]   and in the infinite Durations  of a blessed Eternitie.  To WHOM with the IMAGE of thy GOODNESSE, and the BREATH of thy LOVE, ô most glorious TRINITY, and ineffable UNITIE be all Sanctitie  and Adoration  sacrificed now, and for evermore. Amen, Amen. 
INto the most Holy TREASVRIE 
Of the ever-glorious PRAISES 
Of the MEDIATOR between
GOD & Man,  CHRIST JESUS;
The Empyraean Flame  of the DIVINITY,
Indefinible, Interminable, Ineffable;
The Immaculate Earth  of the HUMANITY,
Inseparable, Inconfusible, Inconvertible;
Mysterious  in an Hypostaticall  UNION,
WHO is,
The true LIGHT enlightning the World, 
The ETERNAL WORD,
By ENERGIE Incarnated,
Embrightning our knowledge, 
Enlivening our FAITH,
Quickning our HOPE,
Enflaming our LOVE:
Prostrated dust and ashes,
With an adoring Awfulness,  & trembling Veneration, 
To his INFINITE MAJESTIE
Doth humbly cast this Mite;
(Acknowledging from GOD all Opportunities  of Good )
to be improved by His GRACE, to His GLORY.
THEOPHILAS LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO II.The Humiliation. ARGUMENT.
Vnde superbit Homo?  cujus Conceptio,  Culpa;
Nasci,  Poena; Labor, Vita;  necesse mor [...] . 
Totus homo  pravus; Caro, Mens, Natura, Voluntas;
Coelicus  act Hominis  Crimina tollit AMOR. 
The Deiform'd  Soul deform'd  by Sin, repents;
In Pray'rs and Tears, her Grief She vents,
And, till Faith  cheer her by CHISTS Love, Life, Death, laments.
STANZA I.
A LMIGHTY POWER, Who did'st All Souls Create; 
Who did'st Redeem  their faln Estate;
Who still dost Sanctifie,  and them Redintegrate.
II.
Sourse, River, Ocean  of all Blisse, instill
Spring-tides into my low-ebb'd Quill:
Each graceful Work  flowes from (what works all Grace ) Thy Will. 
III.
LORD! Thou, before Time, Matter, Form, or Place,
Wast All; E're Natures mortal Race:
Thy SELF, Host, Guest, and Palace, Natures total Space.
IV.
When yet (though not discern'd) in that Abysse
CREATOR, WORD, and SPIRIT of Blisse,
In UNITY the TRINE, one GOD, adored is.
V.
E're THOU the Chrystal-mantled HEAV'N didst rear,
Or did the Earth, Sols  Bride, appear,
First Race  of Intellectuals  mad'st, THEE to revere.
VI.
Praise best doth Inexpressibles  expresse:
Soul, Th' ARCHITECT of Wonders blesse;
Whose All-creating WORD embirth'd a Nothingnesse.
VII.
Who brooding on the Deep, Production
Dispos'd, then call'd out Light,  which on
The formless Worlds  rude Face  was all dispers'dly thrown.
VIII.
When callow Nature,  pluckt from out her Nest
Of Causes, was awak'd from Rest,
Her shapeless Lump with fledg'd effects He trimly drest.
IX.
Then new-born Day  HE gilt with glittering Sun 
(Contracted Light); with changing Moon 
He Night adorn'd, and hung up Lamps,  like spangled Bullion.
X.
The Earth, with Water mixt, HE separates:
Earth Plants  brought forth, and Beasts  All Mates;
The Waters Fowl,  and Fish  to yield Man delicates.
XI.
Then did of th' El'ements Dust Mans Bodie  frame
A perfect Microcosm, the Same
He quickned with a sparkle of Pneumatick Flame. 
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[figure] XII.
More Heav'nly specify'd by Life from th' WORD;
That, Nature  doth, This, Grace  afford;
And Glory  from the SPIRIT design'd, as threefold Cord.
XIII.
Man, ere a Childe; by' Infusion wise; though He
Was of,  yet not for  Earth, though free
Chanc'lour install'd of Edens  Universitie.
XIV.
His Virgin-Sister-Wife  i'th Grove He woo'd,
(Heav'ns Nursery); new Fruit  his Food,
Skin  was his Robe: Clouds  washt, Winds  swept his Floor. All good.
XV.
Envie, that GOD should so love Man,  first mov'd
Satan,  to ruine HEAV'NS Belov'd: 
The Serpent Devil'd Eve,  She's Dam to Adam  prov'd.
XVI.
Both  taste, by tasting, tastlesse Both  became;
Who All would know, knew nought but Shame:
They blush for That which They, when righteous, could not name.
XVII.
Still in our Maw that Apples  Core doth stick,
Which they did swallow, and the thick
Rinde of forbidden Fruit  has left our Nature sick.
XVIII.
Now serves our Guiltiness,  as winding Sheet,
To wrap up Lepers;  Cover meet;
While thus  stern Vengeance  does our Wormships  sadly greet.
XIX.
Disloyal Slaves, look out, see, Mischief revels;
Look in, see your own Denne of Evils;
Look up, see Heav'ns dread JUDGE;  Look down, see Hells fierce Devils.
XX.
Created in GODS Image  to look high;
Corrupted, like to Brutes, you lie:
Perdition's from your selves: No Cure for those will die.
XXI.
Your Beautie, Rottenness skin'd o're, does show
Like to a Dunghill, blancht with Snow,
Your glorious Nature's by embasing Sin brought low.
XXII.
Hence you the heavy Doom  of Death  do gain,
Enforc'd unto laborious Pain;
And th' ANGELS  flaming Sword  doth you, expuls'd, restrain.
XXIII.
Thus She  reproacht; Yet more (alas) remain'd;
Mans Issue in his Loins is staind:
Sin set his Throne in Him, and since o're all has reign'd.
XXIV.
Black Sin! more hideous then green Dragons  Claws,
Dun Gryphons  Talons, swart Bears  Paws,
Then checquer'd Panthers  Teeth, or tawnie Lions Jaws.
XXV.
Forfeit to the CREATOR'S thus Mans Race, 
And by the WORD withdrawn is Grace, 
From him the SPIRIT of GLORY turn'd his pleasing Face. 
XXVI.
Yet that this Second Race,  in fallen Plight,
Might not with th' First  be ruin'd quite,
The WORD doth interpose to stop th' incensed MIGHT.
XXVII.
Then undertakes for Man  to satisfie,
And the sad losse of GRACE supply,
That us He might advance to GLORIES Hierarchie. 
XXVIII.
Then Peace  is preacht ith' Womans  SEED; but then
As Men  increase; So, Sins  of Men,
And Actual  on Original  heapt, GOD's vext agen.
XXIX.
Till drencht they were in Deluge,  had no Shore;
And burnt in Sodom-Flames,  of yore;
Plagued  in Egypt, plung'd into the Gulf  of Core. 
XXX.
And gnawn by Worms  in Herod:  Sin's Asps Womb,
Plotter, Theif, Plaintiff, Witnesse, Doom,
Sledge, Executioner, Hells  Inmate, Horrors  Tomb.
XXXI.
Misgotten Brat! thy Trains  are infinite
To ruine each intangled Wight: 
Mischiefs  nere rest in Men,  th' have everlasting Spite. 
XXXII.
Spite  wageth War, then War  turns Law to Lust;
Lust  crumbles Faith into Distrust;
Distrust  by causelesse Jealousie betrayes the Just;
XXXIII.
The Iust  are plunder'd by thy Rage; thy Rage 
Bubbleth from Envie; Envie 's Page
To thy Misdeeds; Misdeeds  their own Misfate  engage.
XXXIV.
Thus linkt  to Hell 's thy Chain!  Curs'd be that Need
Makes Sinners  in their Sins  proceed:
Shame, to Guilts forlorn Hope, leads left-hand Files. Take heed.
XXXV.
GODS Fort  (the Conscience) in  the worst does stand;
Though Sin  the Town  keeps by strong Hand,
Yet lies it open to the Check at HEAV'NS Command.
XXXVI.
Hence Hell  surrounds them: In their Dreams  to fall
Headlong they seem, then start, groan, crawl
From Furies,  with excessive Frights  which them appal.
XXXVII.
Ne're was more Mischief,  ne're was less Remorse;
Never Revenge  on his black Horse
Did swifter ride; Never to GOD so slow Recourse!
XXXVIII.
The Age-bow'd Earth  groans under Sinners  Weight;
While guiltlesse Blood  cries to HEAV'NS Height,
JUSTICE soon takes th' Alarm,  whose steeled Arm  will Smite.
XXXIX.
Inevitable Woes  a while may stay,
Vengeance is GODS, Who will repay
The desperately Wilfull, nor will long delay.
XL.
'Tis darkest neer Day-break. HE will o'return
Th' Implacable, who Mercie spurn;
Superlative Abuses  in th' Abysse  shall burn.
XLI.
Deaths Hell  Deaths Self out-deaths! Vindictive Place!
Deep under Depths! Excentrick Space!
Horrour  It self, than Thee, wears a lesse horrid Face!
XLII.
Where Pride, Lust, Rage, (Sin  treble-pointed) dwell;
Shackled in red-hot Chains  they yell
In bottomlesse Extreams of never-slaking Hell! 
XLIII.
Riddle! Compell'd, at once, to live  and die! 
Frying  they freez,  and freezing frie! 
On helplesse, hopelesse, easelesse, endlesse Racks they lie!
XLIV.
And rave for what they hate! Cursing in vain,
Yet each Curse  is a Pray'r  for Pain,
For, cursing still their Woe,  they woo  GODS Curse again!
XLV.
Devils and Shreeks their Ears, their Eyes affright!
There's blazing Fire,  yet darkest Night! 
Still paying,  ne're discharg'd. Sins  Debt is Infinite!
XLVI.
Angels  by one Sin fell; So, Man:  How then
May Sinners  stand! Let's quit Sins  Den:
This Moment 's Ours; Life  hasts away; Delayes  gangrene.
XLVII.
Conviction ushers Grace;  Fall to prevent
Thy Fall, Times  Fore-lock take; Relent.
Shall  is to come; and Was  is past; then, Now  repent.
XLVIII.
Before the Suns  long Shadows span up Night;
E're on thy shaking Head  Snowes light;
E're round thy palsy'd Heart  Ice be congealed quite;
XLIX.
E're in thy Pocket thou thine Eyes  dost wear;
E're thy Bones  serve for Calender;
E're in thy Hand 's thy Leg, or Silver in thy Hair; 
L.
Preventing Physick  use. Think, now ye hear
The Dead-awakening Trump;  Lo, there
The queazie-stomackt Graves  disgorge Worms fatning Chear.
LI.
Sins  Sergeants wait t' attach you; Then, make haste,
Lest you into Despair be cast:
The JUDGE unsway'd: Take Dayes  at best, count each your Last.
LII.
Time  posts on loose-rein'd Steeds. The Sun  ere't face
To West, may see Thee end thy Race: 
Death  is a Noun,  yet not declin'd  in any Case. 
LIII.
The Cradle 's nigh the Tomb.  That Soul  has Woe,
Whose drowzie March to HEAV'N is slow,
As drawling Snails, whose slime glues them to Things  below.
LIV.
Anathema  to luke-warm Souls. -Lo, here
THEOPHILA'S unhing'd with Fear,
Clamm'd with chill sweat, when as her ranckling Sins  appear.
LV.
Perplext in Crimes  meandring Maze, GODS Law,
And Guilt,  that does strict Iudgement  draw,
And her too carnal,  yet too stonie  Heart She saw.
LVI.
Yet Rocks may cleave  (she cries.) Then, weeps for Tears, 
And grieves for Grief;  fears want of Fears; 
She Hell, HEAV'NS Prison, views; Distress,  for Robe, She wears.
LVII.
Deprav'd by Vice,  depriv'd of GRACE; with Pray'r,
She runs Faiths  Course; breaks through Despair, 
O'retakes Hope.  Broken Legs by setting stronger are.
LVIII.
Shame,  native Conscience,  views That HOLY ONE,
Who came from GOD to Man  undone,
Whose Birth  produc'd a Star, Whose Death  eclips't the Sun.
LIX.
She sees Earth-Heav'n, Flesh-Spirit, Man -GOD in Stamp
Of Him, who shakes, but does not cramp
The bruised Reed; Snuffs puts not out the sputtring Lamp. 
LX.
She sees for Creatures  the CREATOR came
To die; The SHEPHERD prov'd the Lamb 
For Sacrifice, when Jews releas'd a spotted Ram.
LXI.
She sees defamed Glory,  wronged Right, 
Debased Majestie,  crusht Might, 
Virtue  condemn'd, Peace  robb'd, Love  slain! And All by Spite.
LXII.
She, streaming, sees, like Spouts, each broached Vein
With Gore, not to be matcht again!
Her Grief  thence draws up Mysts  to fall in weeping Rain. 
LXIII.
Vast Cares, long dumb, thus vent. Flow Tears, Souls Wine, 
Iuice of an Heart opprest; Encline,
LORD,  to this heart-broke Altar  cemented with Brine!
LXIV.
Romorsefull Clouds, dissolve in Showr's; 'Tis Blood
Turns rocky Hearts into a Flood:
Eyes, keep your Sluces ope; HEAV'N  best by Tears is woo'd.
LXV.
THOU,  Who one Shoarless Sea of All did'st make,
Except one floating Isle, to take
Vengeance on Guilt; My Salt Flood rais'd, drown Sin i'th' Lake.
LXVI.
O, how these Words, Arise to Judgement  quell!
On Wheels in Torments broke I'd dwell,
So as by Grace I might be sav'd from endlesse Hell.
LXVII.
To Angel-Intercessor, I'm forbid
To pray; Yet pray to ONE  that did
Pray to ANOTHER  for HIMSELF  when's Blood-drops slid.
LXVIII
FATHER!  Perfections Self in CHRIST  does shine;
Thy Justice  then in HIM  confine;
Through's Merits, make thy Mercies, both are endless, mine!
LXIX.
See not, but through's abstersive Blood, my Sin;
By which I being cleans'd within,
Adde Perseverance. 'Tis as hard to hold, as win.
LXX.
Her Eyes  are Centinels to Pray'r, to Moans
Her Ears,  her Nose  courts Charnel-bones;
Her Hands  Breast-hammers are, her constant Food  is Groans.
LXXI.
Her Heart  is hung with Blacks, with Dust she cloyes
Her golden Tresses; Weds  Annoyes,
Breeds  Sighs, bears  Grief, which, Ibis -like, Sin -snakes destroyes.
LXXII.
Thus mounts she drizling Olivet;  the Plains
Of Iericho  she leaves. (While Rains
The Farmer wet, they fully swell his earing Graines.)
LXXIII.
She, her own Farmer,  stockt from HEAV'N, is bent
To thrive; Care 'bout the Pay-day's spent.
Stange! She alone is Farmer, Farm,  and Stock,  and Rent. 
LXXIV.
The Porcupine  so's Quiver, Bow, and Darts
To' her self alon [...] e; has all Wars Arts;
Her own Artillery needs no Aid from forreign Parts.
LXXV.
Sad Votaresse!  thy Earth,  of late oregrown
With Weeds, is plough'd, till'd harrow'd, sown.
The Seed  of Grace sprouts  up when Nature  is kept down.
LXXVI.
Thy Glebe  is melow'd with Faith-quickning Juice;
The Furrows  thence Hope-blades produce;
Thy Valley  cloth'd with LOVE will Harvest Joyes diffuse.
LXXVII.
Live, Phenix,  from Self-death. I'th' Morn who dies
To Sin, does but immortalize:
Who studie Death, ere dead, ere th' Resurrection rise.
LXXVIII.
Rachel!  thy Children  Goal and Crown have won,
Ere they had Skill or Will to run.
Blest, who their whole Dayes  Work in their Lifes Morn  have done.
LXXIX.
Like misty Morn, She  rose in Dew; so found
She ne're was, till this Sicknesse, sound;
Till Sin,  in Sorrows flowing Issue (Tears) lay drownd.
LXXX.
Souls Life-blood Tears,  prevailing Pleaders, tame
Such Rebels, as by Eve  did shame
Mans  Glory; only These  the old faln World new frame.
LXXXI.
Lust  causeth Sin, Sin  Shame, Shame  bids repent,
Repentance  weeps, Tears  Sorrow vent,
Sorrow  shews Faith, Faith  Hope, Hope  Love, Love  Souls Content.
LXXXII.
Thus, from bruis'd Spiceries  of her Breast, doth rise
Incense, sweet-smelling Sacrifice: 
Whilst she lifts up to HEAV'N, her Heart, her Hand, her Eyes.
LXXXIII.
I'm sick with trembling, sunk with mourning, blasted
With sinning, and with sighing wasted;
New Life begins to breath; O, Ioy, too long untasted!
LXXXIV.
Twice did'st new Life (by Breath, by Death) bestow
On Man prevaricating, Who,
By yielding to a Woman, made Man yield to Woe.
LXXXV.
Then did'st his Soul  restore (as first inspire)
With second Grace,  renewing Fire;
Whence He hath part again in thy Coelestial Quire.
LXXXVI.
Once more for this Heav'n-Denison  did'st get
A never-fading Coronet,
Which was with two bright Iewels, Grace  and Glory,  set.
LXXXVII.
'Twas at my bloud-stain'd Birth Thy Love  said, Live: 
Links of Thy praevious Chain revive
Ev'n crumbled Dust: So, Thou my Soul from Death reprive!
LXXXVIII.
CHRIST,  Th' Vnction art, Salvation IESVS; in
Thy Death Redemption, Blood for Sin
Gives Satisfaction, Thy Ascension Hope does winne;
LXXXIX.
Thy Session Comfort. Though I did offend,
LORD, Fears disband, give Grace  t' amend,
That, Hope, which reaps not shame, may rise, & Peace descend.
XC.
My Pardon  signe. The Spear  pierct THEE 's the Pen,
Thy Bloud  the Ink, Thy Gospel  then
The Standish is, O, let my Soul  be Paper clean!
XCI.
Kinde, angry LORD, since Thou dost wound, yet cure;
I'l bear the Yoak, the Crosse endure;
Lament, and Love; and, when set free, keep Conscience pure.
XCII.
Thus mourns she, and, in mourning thus, she joyes;
Ev'n that adds Comfort, which annoyes;
Sighs turn to Songs  & Tears to Wine,  Fear Fear  destroies.
XCIII.
As holy Flame  did from her Heart arise,
Dropt holy Water  from her Eyes,
While Pray'r  her Incense  was, & LOVE her SACRIFICE.
XCIV.
Arm! Arm! She breaks in with strong ZEAL; The Place.
Sin  quitts, now garison'd by GRACE;
Illustrious Triumphs  do the Steps of Victors trace.
XCV.
When the loud Volleyes of her Pray'rs  begin
To make a Breach, they soon take in
The Parapets, Redouts, and Counterscarps of Sin.
XCVI.
At once she works  and fights:  With Lamp she waits,
Midst Virgins, at the BRIDEGROOMS Gates,
With HIM to feast▪  Her with his BRIDAL DELICATES.
XCVII.
To HEAV'N now goes she on her Knees; which cry
Loud, as her Tongue;  much speaks her Eye:
HEAV'N, storm'd by Violence, yields. Eyes, Tongue, and Knees scale high.
XCVIII.
My Last  crave Pardon for my First  Extreams;
Be prais'd, who crown'st my Morn with Beams;
Converted Age sees Visions, erring Youth dreamt Dreams.
XCIX.
RELIGION 's its own Lustre;  Who This shun,
Night-founder'd grope at midday Sun.
Rebellion  is its own self-tort'ring Dungeon.
C.
Mans  restlesse Minde, GODS Image, can't be blest
Till of this ONE, This ALL, possest.
THOU our Souls Center  art, our everlasting REST! 
Pars superata Freti,  Lucem praebentibus Astris; 
Longior at nostrae Pars superanda Viae. 
Da, DEUS,  ut Cursus  suscepti nostra propinquet
Meta,  laboranti grata futura Rati. 
Magnificat Anima mea DOMINUM.
THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO III. The Restauration. ARGUMENT.
Laetior una Dies,  IESV, tua SACRA  Canenti;
Quàm sine TE,  melicis Secula  mille Lyris.
Vt paveam Scelus  omne, petam super Omnia COELUM; 
Da mihi  Fraena TIMOR, Da mihi  Calcar AMOR!
The Authors  Rapture; GRACE is prais'd; a Flood
Of Tears  is pour'd for Albions  Blood,
Shed in a Mist;  for smot Micaiahs  PEACE is woo'd.
STANZA I.
M USE, twang  the pow'rful Harp,  & brush  each String 
O'th' warbling Lute,  and Canzons  sing
May ravish Earth,  and thence to HEAV'N in Triumph  spring.
II.
Noble Du-bartas,  in a high-flown Trance, 
Observ'd to start from's Bed, and dance;
Said:  Thus by me shall caper all the Realm of France.
III.
As viscous Meteors,  fram'd of earthy Slime,
By Motion fir'd, like Stars,  do clime
The woolly-curdled Clouds,  & there blaze out their Time.
IV.
Streaming with burnisht Flames;  yet Those  but ray
To spend Themselves,  and light our Way;
And panting Windes,  to cool ours,  not their own Lungs,  play.
V.
So, my enliv'ned Spirits  ascend the Skies, 
Wasting to make the Simple wise.
Who bears the Torch,  himself shades, lightens  others Eyes.
VI.
As Lust  for Hell,  ZEAL sweats to build for HEAV'N,
When fervent Aspirations,  driv'n
By all the Souls  quick Pow'rs,  to that high Search  are giv'n.
VII.
High is the Sphear  on which FAITHS Poles  are hing'd:
Pure Knowledge,  Thou art not restring'd,
Thy Flames  enfire the bushie  Heart, yet leave't unsing'd. 
VIII.
Suburbs of PARADISE! Thou, Saintly Land 
Of Visions, Woo'd by WISDOMS Band;
By dull Mules  in gold-trappings  how do'st sleighted  stand!
IX.
Whose World 's a frantick Sea; more crosse Windes  fly
Than Sailers Compasse knows; SAINTS ply
Their Sails  through airy Waves, & anchor  still on HIGH.
X.
'Tis HOLINES lands there; where None (distasted)
Rave with Guilts  Dread, nor with Rage  wasted;
Nor Beauty-dazled  Eyes with Femal Wantons  blasted.
XI.
No childish  Toyes; no boyling Youths  wilde Thirst;
No ripe  Ambition; no accurst
Old  griping Avarice; no doting  Sloth there's nurst:
XII.
No Glutt'nies  Maw-worm; nor the Itch of Lust; 
No Tympanie of Pride;  nor Rust
Of Envie;  no Wraths  Spleen; nor Obdurations  Crust:
XIII.
No Canker of Self-Love;  nor Cramp of Cares; 
No Schism -Vertigo; nor night-Mares
Of inward Stings  affright; here lurk no penal  Snares.
XIV.
Hence Earth a dim Spot showes; where Mortals  toil
For shot-bruis'd Mud-walls  (childish broil;)
For pot-gun-cracks  'gainst Ant-hill-works;  ô, what a Coil! 
XV.
Where Glutt'ny  is full gorg'd; where Lust  still spawns;
Where Wrath  takes Blood, and Avarice  pawns;
Where Envy  frets, Pride  struts, and dull Remisness  yawns.
XVI.
Where Mars  th' Ascendant 's: How Realms  shatter'd lie,
With scatter'd Courts,  beneath mine Eye;
Which shew like atoms chac'd by Windes  Inconstancie.
XVII.
Here, th' Vniverse  in NATURES Frame doth stand,
Upheld by TRUTH, and WISDOMS Hand:
Zanzūmims  shew from hence as Dwarfs  on Pigmy  land.
XVIII.
How vile's the World! Fancie,  keep up thy Wings, 
(Ruffled in Bussle  of low Things,
Toss'd in the common Throng) then acquiesce 'bove Kings. 
XIX.
Thus, Thou  being rapt, and struck with Enthean Fire, 
In SKIES Star-chamber  strike thy Lyre: 
Proud Rome,  not all thy Caesars  could thus high aspire.
XX.
Mans spirit'ual State,  enlarg'd, still widening flowes,
As th' Helix  doth: A Circle showes
Mans nat'ral Life,  which Death  soon from its Zenith  throwes.
XXI.
HEAV'NS Perspective is over-reas'ning FAITH,
Which Soul-entrancing  VISIONS hath;
Truths  Beacon, fir'd by Love, Ioyes  Empire open lay'th.
XXII.
This All-enforming LIGHT i'th pregnant Minde, 
The Babe  THEOPHILA enshrin'd:
GRACE dawns when Nature  sets: Dawn  for fair Day  design'd.
XXIII.
Breathe in thy dainty Bud,  sweet Rose;  'Tis Time 
Makes Thee to ripened VIRTUES clime,
When as the SUN of GRACE shall spread Thee  to thy Prime.
XXIV.
When her Lifes-Clock  struck twelve  (Hopes Noon) so bright
She beam'd, that Queen  admir'd her Sight, 
Viewing, through Beauties Lantern,  her intrinsick Light. 
XXV.
As, when fair Tapers  burn in Crystal  Frame,
The Case  seems fairer by the Flame: 
So, do's HEAV'NS brighter LOVE brighten this lovely Dame, 
XXVI.
Her Soul  the Pearl, her Shell  out-whites the Snow,
Or Streams that from stretcht Udders flow;
Her Lips  Rock-rubies, and her Veins  wrought Saphyrs show.
XXVII.
Attractive Graces  dance about her Lips; 
Spice from those scarlet Portals  skips;
Thence Gileads  mystick Balm  (Griefs sov [...] ragin Balsam)  slips.
XXVIII.
Such precious Fume  the incens'd ALTAR vents:
So, Gums  in Air breath Compliments: 
So, Roses  damaskt Robe,  prankt with green Ribbons,  sents.
XXIX.
Her Eyes  amaze the Viewers,  and inspire
To Hearts a warm,  yet chast  Desire,
(As Sol  heats all) yet feel they in Themselves  no Fire.
XXX.
Those Lights,  the radiant Windows  of her Minde, 
Who would pourtray, as soon may finde
A way to paint the viewless,  poise the weightless  Winde.
XXXI.
But, might we her sweet Breast,  LOVES Eden, see;
On those Snow-mountlets Apples  be,
May cure those Mischiefs  wrought by the forbidden Tree. 
XXXII.
Her Hands  are soft, as swannie Down, and much
More white; whose temperate Warmth  is such,
As when ripe Gold  and quickning Sun-beams  inly touch.
XXXIII.
Ye Syrens  of the Groves, who, pearcht on high,
Tune gutt'ral Sweets, Air-Minstrels,  why
From your Bough-Cradles, rockt with Windes, to HER d'ye flie?
XXXIV.
See, Lilies,  gown'd in Tissue,  simper by Her;
With Marigolds  in flaming  Tire;
Green sattin'd Bayes,  with Primrose  fring'd, seem all on Fire.
XXXV.
Th' art silver -voic'd, Teeth-pearl'd,  thy Head's gold-thatcht, 
Natures Reviver, Flora 's patcht,
Though trickt in Mayes  new Raiment, when with Thee She's matcht.
XXXVI.
THOU, chast as fair, Eve  ere she blusht: From Thee 
The Libe'ral Arts  in Capite, 
The Virtues  by Knight-service, Graces  hold in Fee. 
XXXVII.
A gratious Soul,  figur'd in Beauty,  is
Best Pourtrayture of Heavenly Bliss, 
Drawn to the Life:  Wit-feign'd Pandora  vails to This. 
XXXVIII.
So, Cynthia  seems Star-chambers President, 
With crescent Splendor  from Sol  lent,
Rallying her starrie Troop  to guard her glittering Tent. 
XXXIX.
(Pearl'd Dews  add Stars) yet Earths  Shade shuts up soon.
Her Shop of Beams;  Whose Cone  doth run
'Bove th' horned Moon,  beneath the golden-tressed Sun. 
XL.
Wh' on  Skie, Clouds, Seas, Earth, Rocks doth Raies disperse, 
Stars, Rainbows, Pearls, Fruits, Diamonds pierce; 
The Worlds Eye, Sourse  of Light, Soul  of the Universe.
XLI.
Who glowes like Carbuncles,  when winged Hours 
Dandle the Infant-Morn,  which scours
Dame Luna,  with her twinkling Spies,  from azure Tow'rs. 
XLII.
Thee, THEOPHIL, Dayes  sparkling Eye  we call;
Thy Faith 's the Lid,  thy Love  the Ball, 
Beautying thy graceful Mein  with Form  ANGELICAL.
XLIII.
That Lady-Prioress  of the cloyster'd Skie, 
Coacht with her spangled Vestalls  nigh,
Vails to this Constellation  from DIVINITIE.
XLIV.
Vertue's her  Spring of  Honour, her  Allies▪
Are Saints,  Guard Angels,  HEAV'N her Prize;
Whose Modestie  looks down, while thus her Graces  rise.
XLV.
Eugenia  Wit, Paidia  Art affords,
Eusebia Truth for  Her uphords.
(Poets have  Legislative Pow'r of making  Words.)
XLVI.
Her Heart 's a Court, her richly-temper'd Breast 
A Chappel for Loves  regent GUEST:
Here feasts She  sacred Poets,  SHE Herself a Feast. 
XLVII.
Ye Bay-crown'd Lords,  Who dig from Wisdoms  Pits
The Oar of Arts,  and with your Wits 
Refine't, who prop the doa [...] ng World  in stagg'ring Fits▪
XLVIII.
And in Fames  Court raise Obelisks  divine;
Such Symphonies  do ye combine,
As may inspirit Flesh  with your Soul-ravishing Wine. 
XLIX.
While Winter Autumn, Summer clasps the Spring;
While tenter'd Time  shall Paeans  sing,
Your Eagle -plumes (that others waste) shall ymp Fames  Wing.
L.
The rampant Juice of Teneriffe  recruits
Wildely the routed Spirits: So, Lutes, 
Harps, Viols, Organs; ah! and  Trumpets, Drums &  Flutes!
LI.
Though Art  should humour grumbling Bases  still,
Tortring the deep-mouth'd Catlins,  till
Hoarse-thundring Diapasons  should the whole Room  fill;
LII.
Yet those—But string this LADIES Harp; She'l trie
Each Chords tun'd Pulse,  till She descry
Where mosts harmonious Musicks  mystick Soul do's lie.
LIII.
Now  Grace with  Language chimes;  Thrice blest, who tast.
Their  HEAV'N on  Earth, in  Lifes Book grac't; 
Who leaving Sense with Sense, their Spirit  with SPIRITS  have plac't.
LIV.
With those divine Patritians,  who being not
Eclips't with Sense,  or Bodies  Spot,
Are in the Spring  of living FLAME Seraphick  hot.
LV.
One  TASTE gives  Joyes! Joyes, at which,  Words but  rove;
Schools, purblinde, grope at Things Above, 
Cymmerian-like, on whose Suns  brow Clouds  darkly move.
LVI.
HEAV'NS  Paths are traceless; by Excess  of Light;
O're-fulgent Beams  daz'd Fyes benight. 
Say  Ephata, and  Clay's  Collyrium for my  Sight!
LVII.
Transported in this Extasie,  befriend
Me, like the Stagirite,  to end
My Thoughts in That Euripus,  None can comprehend!
LVIII.
This mystick Chain,  ô, lengthen't still! imparts
Links,  fett'ring 'bove all Time-born Arts; 
Such sweet Divisions  from tun'd Strings  may ravish Hearts.
LIX.
Best Tenure  holds by th' Ear:  In Saul,  disguis'd,
When Satan  oft Tarantuliz'd, 
The Psalming Harp  was 'bove they swaying Scepter  priz'd.
LX.
This Hymn,  ZEALS burning Feaver, do's refine▪
My gross hydropick Soul;  Divine
Anthems  unbowel BLISSE, and ANGELS down encline.
LXI.
ANGELS shot forth the happiest CHRISTMAS Newes;
Ev'n CHRIST to warble Hymns  did use;
When Heav'ns  high'st DOVE do's soar, He Wings of Verse  doth chuse.
LXII.
No Verse,  no Text.  Since Verse  charms All, Sing on; 
Let Sermons  wait till PSALMS be done;
Soul-raisers,  ye prevent the RESURRECTION.
LXIII.
But, ah! in War  (Wraths Midwife) which do's tire,
Yet never fills the Jaws of Ire, 
(Keen as the Evening Wolf)  can She yet use her  [...] .
LXIV.
Yes. She's unmov'd in Earth-quakes,  tun'd in Iars; 
(Fear argues Guilt) She stands in Wars, 
And Storms  of thund'ring Brass,  bright as corus [...] ant Stars▪ 
LXV.
Vertue's a  Balsam to  It self. Invoke 
She MERCIE did to oyl steels  Yoke:
Thus, in an iron Age,  This golden VIRGIN spoke.
LXVI.
Dread GOD! Black  Clouds surcharg'd with  Storms,
When P [...] ple  Robes hide Scarlet  Sin,
Ingrain'd from that  Life-blood, which mo [...] ted their  Souls  [...]  begin, 
LXVII.
Our Sea-girt  World (once  Fort'nate Isle, O, Change 
Deplorable! ) t' It self seems strange; 
Vnthrifty  Death has spread where thriving Peace did range. 
LXVIII.
War  hath our luke-warm Claret  broacht with Spears: 
LORD, save thy Ark  from Floods  of Fears,
Or thy sad Spouse  may sink as deep in Bloud,  as Tears! 
LXIX.
She chaws Bread  tleept in Woes,  gulpt down with Cries; 
She drinks the Rivers  of her Eyes; 
Plung'd in Distress for Sin,  to THEE  She fainting flies.
LXX.
Tune th' Irish Harp  from Sharps  to Flats!  Compose
Whatever vitious Harshnesse  grows
Vpon the Scottish Thistle,  or the English Rose! 
LXXI.
No ramping Lion  its own Kind  do's fear,
No tusked Bore,  no rav'ning Bear: 
Man,  Mans Apollyon, doth CHRISTS mystick Body  tear.
LXXII.
Ye Sons  of Thunder,  if You'l needs fight on,
Lead your fierce Troops  'gainst Turkish Moon,
Out of the Line  of FAITHS Communication. 
LXXIII.
The large-commanding Thracian  Force defie:
Like Gun-stocks, though your Corps  may flie
To Earth, Your Souls,  like Bullets, will ascend on HIGH. 
LXXIV.
If GOD be then i'th' Camp,  much more will HE 
In's  Militant Church (His  Temple) be, 
To chasten Schism,  and pervicacious Heresie. 
LXXV.
LORD▪ rent's thy Coat, Loves Type! This, sads the Good!
Though Presters,  rudely fierce, fain wou'd
Be heard; THOU  hat'st uncivil Pray'r,  and civil Blood. 
LXXVI.
Ah, could  dissembling Pulpeteers cry't  Good
To wade through Seas  of native Blood, 
Break greatest Ties,  play fast and loose, beneath Smects  Hood!
LXXVII.
By Such were Catechisms, Communions, Creeds 
Disus'd! As March  spawns Frogs;  so, Weeds 
Sprung hence. Worst Atheist  from corrupted Churchman  breeds.
LXXVIII.
Vse the LORDS Pray'r,  be th' Publican;  recant
The Pharisee;  Or else, avant
With your six-hundred-sixtie-six-word-Covenant. 
LXXIX.
LORD, they, through faithlesse Dreams, the Feast  disown
Of thy  SONS INCARNATION!
(Then whether will such Proteus-tants  at last be blown?)
LXXX.
That  FEAST of  Feasts, Archangels Ioy,  Heav'n here 
Espous'd to Earth, Saints  Blisse, most dear
Prerogative o'th' Church,  The Grand Day  of the Year.
LXXXI.
Man,  first made Good, Himself unmade, and then▪
The WORD,  made Flesh,  must dwell with Men,
That, Man,  thus worse then nought, may better'd be agen.
LXXXII.
Dare to own Truth. Drones  seiz'd the Bees  full Bow'r;
All's paint that Butterflies  deflowr;
As Ants  improve; so, Grashoppers  impair their Hour.
LXXXIII.
When Pirat-wasps  sail to the hony'd Grot,
They'l finde a  Trap-glasse, Death i'th' Pot:
Levites,  sleight not your Breast-work  for vain Out-works  got.
LXXXIV.
We ken Kirk-Interest; Draco's  Laws recall;
Repair the old Church; Saints  the Wall,
True Pastors  Conduits, Grace  the Font, Love  cements All.
LXXXV.
Passe freely would we of Oblivion 
An Act,  and pardon all by-gone,
Would you smite Hand on Thigh, and say, What have we done! 
LXXXVI.
Truths Pensioners!  your Flocks  bleat; Food  they need;
CHRISTS  Flesh, their Meat; Blood,  Drink indeed:
View GLORIES Crown;  In Season,  out of Season,  feed.
LXXXVII.
Ye Friends  to th' BRIDEGROOM, Stewards  to the Bride,
With Oracles  of Truth us guide;
Truth blesseth Church  and State;  Faithful, till crown'd, abide.
LXXXVIII.
So, when the JUDGE  with his Reward  appears,
You'l reap  in Joy  what's sown in Tears: 
Moyst Seed-times  crown the Fields  with golden-bearded Ears. 
LXXXIX.
JUDGE-ADVOCATE  to th' wrong'd; sure, THOU  to Guilt, 
Which would unmake thy Creatures,  wilt
Be just, when Inquisition 's made for Blood  that's spilt.
XC.
At our Ears Port land Peace  and Truth!  O, then,
Welcome, as Sol  to th' Russ  in's Den!
As Shoar to shipwrackt,  as to Towns dismantled,  Men!
XCI.
O, might a second ANGEL-QUIRE  nere cease
To Worms,  worn out with Wars  Distress,
To sing, in all Mens hearing, their blest Song  of PEACE! 
XCII.
Peace!  Home of Pilgrims, first Song at CHRISTS Birth; 
Peace,  His last Legacie  on Earth;
Peace,  gen'ral Preface to all Good; Peace, SAINTS  true Mirth.
XCIII.
Love,  Thou, Support to Martyrs!  as Iet Straw,
So Vs to our BELOV'D  dost draw;
Thou art Golds  true Elixir,  Thou summ'st up the Law. 
XCIV.
Who can Divine Love  speak in words of Sense?
Since, Man,  as ransom'd, Angels  thence
Transcends! Such is CHRISTS Passions  high Preheminence!
XCV.
Here did She  seal her Lips,  unsluce her Eyes
To flowing Rhet'rick,  and descries
The World's  a Cask, its Wine  false Mirth, its Lees  Fools Prize.
XCVI.
And now, by lympid Spring  of Life-joy,  where
Crystal  is lymbect all the Year 
To GOD She  would her Heav'n-ascending Raptures  rear.
XCVII.
Taught hence, misguided Zeal,  whom Heats  dispose
To Animosities,  may close;
And bloody Furies  CONVERTS be, by pond'ring Those. 
XCVIII.
Harmonious Beauty,  feast our Ear!  They're Kings 
At least, who hear, when LOVE thus  sings:
LOVE, to high Graces Key  skrues up low Natures Strings. 
XCIX.
Love, Thou  canst Ocean-flowing Storms  appease;
And such oregrown Behemoths  please,
As tax the scaly Nation,  and excise the Seas. 
C.
If, THEOPHIL, thy LOVE-SONG can't asswage
The Fate  incumbent on this Age, 
No Time to write,  but weep;  For we are ripe for Rage! 
Ite sacrosanctae Tabulata per Alta  Carinae;
Non opus est Fluviis,  Lintea pando Mari. 
Ite Rates  Ventis, quo vos rapit Aura, secundis:
Brittica Cymba pias findat  AMORIS Aquas. 
—Animarum Sponsus IESUS.
The Soule against Complations fights,
Whom Death and Hell present with  [...] ights:
The World with  [...] calt and  [...] onour cou [...] ts;
The Fleshes Glass invites to Spouts:
But THEOPHIL by Faith her Shield,
And Hopes firm  [...] ncho [...]  stands the Field;
Accompany [...] d with GRACE and LOVE,
By ANGELS SHE does upward move.
THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO IV. The Inammoration. THEOPHILA'S Soliloquie. ARGUMENT.
O, DEVS, aut nullo caleat  mihi Pectus  ab Igne! 
Aut solo caleat  Pectus ab Igne Tui! 
Languet ut Illa DEO,  mihi Mens simul aemula languet!
Coelitùs ut rapitur, me Violenta  rapit!
She Onset  makes, first with Love-darts  aloof;
Then, with ZEALS Fire-works,  storms HEAV'NS Roof; 
Whose FAITHS Shield,  & SALVATIONS Helmet  are Hellproof.
STANZA 1.
W Hen Heav'ns  LOVE! Paramount,  HIMSELF reveals,
And to the suppliant Soul,  her Pardon  seals,
At feard-Hopes  doubtful Gate, wth  trembling fell,
2.
(Who Heav'n-ward  sails, coasts by the Cape of Hell) 
That Her  HE deigns to take, She  joyes in Woes,
To have in Labour pass'd the Parturition  Throes.
3.
All Travell-pangs,  all New-birth  Heart-deep Groans,
All After-births  of Penitential Mones,
Are swallow'd up in living Streams of Bliss; 
4.
When as the Heav'n-born Heir,  the New-man  is,
By th' quickning SPIRIT of the HIGH'ST reborn:
Time past  hath pas'd  her Night, present presents  her Morn.
5.
See Ioy  in Light,  See Light  in Ioy;  O, see,
Poor worthless Maid, Fruit  brought thee from Lifes-Tree, 
By th' SPOUSE & SPIRIT, Saints  sole Supporters!  Rise
6.
Then, Hells  Apostate, and be Heav'nly  wise:
THOU art (Lets interpledge our Soul  my ONE,
My ALL, though not by UNITIE, by Vnion! 
7.
Ineffably mysterious Knot begun;
Saints mount, as Dew allur'd by beckning Sun:
Loves faithful Friends, what parallels your Guard,
8.
Where Truth is  Sentinel, and Grace  the Ward?
The Way  is Flow'r-strown, where the Guide  is Love: 
His SPIRIT with you below,  your Spirit  with HIM Above. 
9.
Reciprocal Excesse  of Ioy!  Then, soar
My Soul  to HIM, Who Man  became; Nay more,
Took Sin  it self, to cleanse thy fully'd Clay, 
10.
But took it, only to take it away.
O, SELF DONATION! peerlesse GUIFT, unknown!
Now since that HE is Thine,  be never Thou  thine own▪
11.
O, Prodigie  of Great  and Good!  Faith, sound
This LOVES Abysse,  that do's so strangly bound
ALMIGHTINES IT SELF! From Whose Veins,  see,
12.
Unsluc't, LOVES purple Ocean,  when His Free
Red-streaming Life  did vanquish Death  & Hell! 
That thou might'st live,  HE dy'd!  That thou might rise,  HE fell! 
13.
GOD so lov'd Man,  that Naturalists may deem
GOD to set Man  before HIMSELFE did seem!
When Man,  with seeing blinde, 'gainst GOD arose,
14.
And slew his only FRIEND, GOD sav'd his Foes! 
Sol mour'nd in  blacks! Heav'ns Vice-roy, Nature, swounded! 
Excess Loves  Reason was, Immensitie Love  bounded!
15.
Ye Twins  of Light,  as Sun-flow'rs be enclin'd
To th' SUN of RIGHTEOUSNES; Let Taste,  refin'd,
Like nothing as LOVES Heav'nly Manna; and
16.
Let all but CHRIST feel  rough, as Esaus  Hand;
Let nought like's Garment smell;  Let Ears  rejoyce,
But in expresles Dictates  of LOVES whisp'ring Voice! 
17.
HE'S thy bright Sun;  'twixt WHOM, and thy Souls  Bliss,
Thy earthie Body  interposed is;
Whereby such dread Eclipses  caused are,
18.
As fam'd Ast [...] omers  can ne're declare:
Yet oft HE shines;  Then, vanish servile Fears; 
Then, Heav'n-ward  filial Hopes  dry up thy trickling Tears. 
19
Spiritual Light  Spirituals clears: In HEAV'N
Thou'lt view that full  what now by Glimps,  like Steph'n 
Thou can [...] st but spy;  There, shalt thou Face  to Face, 
20.
His Light,  His Ioy,  His Love,  His Pow'r,  His Grace, 
And His ALL-FILLING GLORY clearly see▪
In optick Emanations  from ETERNITIE!
21
I'th' RING of boundless LUSTER, from whose Ray 
This petty World  gleaneth its peep  of Day:
Thou shalt be Crown'd  with Wreaths  of endless Light: 
22.
Here, oft's an Enterview  in Heat,  and Might, 
By Inter-lucidations  from ABOVE,
Twining Embraces  with's ensphearing ARM of LOVE!
23
Most blessed Souls,  to whom He do's appear,
Folded within your Arms  chast Hemisphear! 
O, Condescend! How's LIPS shed Love! Life, Merit! 
24.
He makes his Angels  Court of Guard!  By's SPIRIT
HE crowns  you with his Grace!  So, with his BLOOD,
When HE Redeem'd  you, and consign'd His FLESH for Food! 
25
Meat  came from th' Eater,  from the Strong  did Dew
Sweetnesse;  when as, incomparably true,
OMNIPOTENCIES SELF did largely shed
26.
His mystick Oil  of Ioy  upon thy [...]  Head: 
Then, trample Sin  in Babylons  golden Cup;
Treasures away She  trifles, Trifles treasures up. 
27
Oyl  of this Lamp,  obsequious Soul,  lights Thee 
To thine approaching HEAV'N▪ In Sancti [...] ie 
Be actuated  then; Being up assum [...] d
28.
By this bright Sun,  with this rich Oyl  perfum'd,
Th' art prepossest with Heav'nly Comforts,  which,
With their Soul-chearing Sweets,  both ravish and enrich.
29
Poor, panting Heart, Loves  Seat, yearn for Ioys  Pith!
To have (thy highest Bliss!) Communion  with
The FATHER & the SON, one SPIRIT with CHRIST!
30.
And One  in THEM, as THEY are One!  Thou fly'st
Through Grace  to GLORY! VISION shall sublime
Thy Faith,  FRUITION Hope,  ETERNIT [...]  thy Time! 
STANZA. 31.
S ELF!  ô, how mean an Harmonie  it breeds!
JESUS! All Names  this NAME of Names  exceeds!
This Name 's GODS Mercie  at full Sea,  'tis LOVES
32.
High Tow'r, Ioyes Loadstone;  This, my Spirit  moves.
Hark:  Rise my Love, my Fair One, Come away;
Lingring breeds Losse; I am thy Leader, Light, and Way.
33.
What Speed Speeds  self can make, Soul,  flie withall;
GREATNES and GOODNES most Magnetical! 
Shoot, like a Flashof Fire,  to th' ruby Wine, 
34.
His precious BLOOD, transcendently Divine! 
(How poor  those costly pearls  were, drunk by Some) 
My LORD, drink Blood  to me! Let It to th' Worlds Health  come!
35
All Hope 's unanchor'd but in THAT. THOU art,
'Bove Indies  Womb, rich to my Love-sick Heart! 
Flesh-fair Endowments are but  Skin-deep Brags,
36.
Varnisht Corruption; Wealth  is but Cares Bags; 
The  Bag impostom'd choaks.  Gold, Beauty, Fame
Are sublunary Mysts  to SAINTS Seraphick Flame. 
37
JESUS! THIS fans my Fire,  which has at best
But Grains of Incense,  Pounds of Interest. 
Go, Int'rest;  Take the Principal,  Thine own:
38.
Divine LOVE loves thy LOVELINES alone!
What Flames  to THINE proportionable be!
LORD, had'st not first lov'd Man, Man  could not have lov'd THEE!
39
Why lov'st  us, but because THOU would'st?  O, why
For Lepers  would the UNDEFILED die?
That Pen  was dipt i'th' Standish  of thy Blood,
40.
Which wrot th' Indenture  of our termless Good!
O, LOVE, 'bove Wish!  Never such LOVE enroll'd!
Who think their utmost Flames  enough for THEE, are cold.
41.
Whose HIGHNES did not to be low  disdain,
Yet, when at Lowest, Highest did remain!
Who bow'dst HEAV'NS Altitude,  refresh with Flowrs, 
42.
With JESSES Sov'raign Flow'r,  my fainting Pow'rs, 
Which sink (as shaft-struck Hart  embost) twixt Grief, 
And Ioy: Grief  for my Sin, Ioy  for thy free Relief [...]  
43.
Wrackt is with bitter-sweet  Extreams my Minde, 
Shell'd, sheath'd, cag'd, coffin'd in her treacherous friend; 
Her always tempting mass of Flesh  She bears,
44.
Her Hopes,  did they not sprout from Thee,  were fears: 
HOPE, Thou Perfume  of LOVERS, for thy Sake 
LOVE'S generous, throws at All: Life 's but a petty Stake; 
45
Scarce worth the Prize.  LOVE makes two Spirits  but one;
Me, Counterpart  to thy Indenture,  own;
I, active then as Light,  tread Air  and Flame, 
46.
Without or Wing,  or Chariot;  and disclaim
All the faint Sweets of Earth.  Thy SPIRIT views
How in Loves  torrid Zone  thy sweltring Martyr  stews.
47
Row me, ye Dove-wingd Oars,  whom Hope  do's buoy,
To wisht-for Hav'n,  flowing with Tides  of Ioy! 
Yet wish I not, my Joy, thy Ioyes  Above,
48.
Meerly for Ioy;  nor Pleasures  of thy LOVE,
Only for Love  of Pleasure;  No, let free
Spiritual Languors  teem! Fruitful,  yet Virgins  be!
49
Give, give me Children,  or I die! LOVE, rest
Thy Head upon the Pillows  of my Breast! 
When me THOU shalt impregn'd with Vertues  make
50.
A fruitful Eden,  All the Frutage  take!
Thy Passion, Ionathan,  below did move;
Rapt SPIRITS, in high Excess  flame with intensest Love! 
51
My Life  is hid with THEE in GOD! Descry
THY SELF, ô, THOU, my plighted SPOUSE, that I
May ever glorious be! That my joy'd Soul 
52.
With THEE may make up Marriage!  and my whole
Self  THEE for Bridegroom  have! My Hope  still sends
Up Come,  that I may enter with thy feasted Friends! 
53.
O, That  long-long'd for COME! ô, COME! mine Eyes, 
LOVES Sentinels,  watch, like officious Spies! 
Strike Sparks  of JOY t'enflame LOVES Tinder!  make
54.
The Exile  view her Home,  the Dreamer  wake!
Tears  raise the Fire  of LOVE! Ease Sighs of Air, 
Fires  Passion, watry  Tears, and earthy  self Despair!
55.
My Sighs,  condens'd to Drops,  compute Hours  spent!
Cancell the Lease  of my Clay-Tenement, 
Which payes deer Rent  of Groans!  ô, grant a Writ 
56.
Of Ease!  I languish  out, not live!  Permit
A Passe  to SIONS MOUNT! But, I resigne
My green-sick Will,  though sick of LOVE, to that  of Thine! 
57.
Waitings,  which ripen Hopes,  are not Delayes; 
Presence  how great,  how true 's LOVE, Absence  saies:
While Lungs  my Breath  shall organ, I'l press still
58.
Th' Exinanition  of my o'regrown Will. 
Behold, I quickly come. O're-joyd I'm here! 
O Come!  Till then, each Day 's an Age,  each Hour  a Year. 
59.
JESU! (That NAME'S Ioyes  Essence!) hasten on!
Throng amorous Sighs  for Dissolution!
Fastidious Earth,  avant; With Love-plumes  soar,
60.
My Soul, to meet thy SPOUSE, Can'st wish for more?
Only Come!  give a RING! Re-eccho then,
O,  Come. Even so, LORD IESV, Come!  Amen. Amen.
LXI.
Who's this Inamor'd VOT'RESSE? Like the Morn 
From Mountain  unto Mountain  born?
Who first, with Night-drops dew'd, seem'd Turtle Dove  forlorn?
LXII.
But now, e're warped Body,  neer Decay,
Stands, Bow-like,  bent, to shoot away
Her Soul, Ere prone Looks  kiss her Grave,  e're her last Day, 
LXIII.
She (LOVE-fill'd) wants no Mate,  has rather one
Body  too much. I'th' SPIRITS Throne 
CHRISTS Peace  is fullest Quire! Such Loneness,  least alone! 
LXIV.
When soft-flying Sleep, Deaths  Sister, Wings do's spread
Over that curtain'd Grave,  her Bed, 
Then, with prophetick Dreams  the HIGHEST crowns her Head. 
LXV.
Behold, a comely PERSON, clad in white,
The all-inlightning Sun,  lesse bright
Than that illustrious  FACE of HIS, which blest her Sight. 
LXVI.
To Her,  in MAJESTIE, His Way HE broke,
And, softly thus to Her HE spoke.
Come, Come away.  My JESUS? saies She.  So, She  woke.
LXVII.
Her Pray'rs,  more passionate, than witty,  rise,
As Sols  Postilion, bright; her Eyes,
Wrastling with GOD for GRACE, bedew Loves Paradise. 
LXVIII
Betimes, when keen breath'd Winds,  with frosty Cream, 
Peri'wig bald Trees, glaze  tatling Stream: 
(For May -games past, white-sheet-peccavi  is Winters Theme. 
LXIX.
Those Day-breaks  give good Morrows,  wch  she takes
With Thanks,  so, doubly Good  them makes.
Who in GODS Promise  rests, in GODS Remembrance  wakes.
LXX.
SAINTS nothing more, SAINTS nothing lesse regard,
Than LOVES SELF, than self-Love;  unscar'd,
Though rackt into an Anagram,  their Souls  being spar'd.
LXXI.
Through Vertuous Self-mistrust They  acted move
Like Needle, toucht by th' Stone of Love.
Blest Magnet,  which attracts, and Souls  directs ABOVE!
LXXII.
Were She  but mortal,  She were satisfy'd,
So GOD liv'd in Her, till She dy'd;
His WORD, her Deed,  his WILL, her Warrant;  BOTH, her (Guide. 
LXXIII.
Thus, this DEVOTA breaths out yerning Cries. 
Let not Dust  blinde my sensual Eyes, 
When as my Spirits Energie  transcends the Skies! 
LXXIV.
VIRTUES raise  Souls. All's  FILIAL to  ABOVE;
Low'st Step is Mercenary  Love;
Fraternal  are the Sides that SAINTS  Ascent improve.
LXXV.
Manna  to my enamour'd Soul,  art THOU! 
The SPIRIT  of Heav'n,  distill'd, do's flow
From thy ASPECT;  By That,  from Brutes,  we ANGELS  grow.
LXXVI.
Had I, ô,  had I many Lives,  as Years; 
As many Loves,  as Love  hath Fears; 
All, All were THINE,  had I as many Hearts,  as Hairs! 
LXXVII.
From THEE  my JOY-EXTENSIONS  spreading flow;
Dilating, as Leaf-gold!  be n't slow,
O,  THOU, my  All, and  more! Love-lorn, THEE still I woo!
LXXVIII.
The Widow  press'd, till THEE  to grant She  bound;
The VIRGIN  sought THEE,  till she  found;
The Publican  did knock, till opening, knocking crown'd.
LXXIX.
Though nought but dross  I in my self  can spie,
Yet melted with  THY beaming EYE,
My Refuse  turns to Gold,  by mystick Alchymie; 
LXXX.
Then, whet thy blunt Sythe, Time,  and wing thy Feet: 
Life,  not in Length,  but Use,  is sweet:
Come, Death,  (the Body  brought a bed o'th' SOUL)  Come, fleet!
LXXXI.
Be Pulse,  my passing-Bell;  be Skin, my  Herse:
Nights  sable Curtains  that disperse
The  Rayes of  Day, be  Shroud: Dews, weep my  funeral Verse!
LXXXII.
Pittie me, Love-sick Virgins! Then,  She swound; 
O'recome with Zeal,  She sunk to th' Ground:
Darts of intolerable Sweets  her Soul  did wound.
LXXXIII.
She lay with flaming LOVE empierc't to th' Heart: 
Wak't, As She  bled, She  kist the Dart; 
Then sigh'd.  Take all I am, or have! All, All THOU  art!
LXXXIV.
Then, sunk again. Reviv'd,  LOVES BOW She  bent
And marry'd String  to Shaft,  and sent
Ejaculations,  which the Skies,  like Lightning,  rent.
LXXXV.
Piercing Them  through (feather'd with Sighs)  to show
She little  pay'd, yet much  did owe:
The Feathers  sung, and fir'd, as they did upward go.
LXXXVI.
No ice-fring'd Cloud  may quench LOVES soaring Flame:
LOVE is more strong  then Death,  or Shame. 
Grown up all Soul,  the Flesh  sinks in a triple Qualm.
LXXXVII.
I charge ye, SION VIRGINS,  let Her  still
Enjoy her disencloystred Fill
In  These high  Extasies of UNION and  WILL.
LXXXVIII.
Do not with Claps of Hands,  or noise of Feet, 
Awake Her  from what is more sweet,
Till the bright rising Day-star  light Her to HEAV'NS  Street.
LXXXIX.
Yeeld Her,  what her unfetter'd Rapture  gives,
Since She 's more where She loves,  than lives: 
Transanimations, scaling HEAV'N,  break carnal Gyves. 
XC.
In LOVES  triumphant Chariot  plac't She  is;
Concentrick are her JOYES  with HIS 
Encharioted in  Fire, her  Spirit HEAV'N-ripe for  Blisse.
XCI.
They're only sound,  who Thus  are lost  in Trance; 
Transported to the High'st Advance, 
With Him,  who was in Spirit  rapt to' expreffeles Glance. 
XCII.
Return'd; She cry'd. O, slay me thus again! 
Ne're lives she who thus ne're is slain!
How sweet the  Wounds of  LOVE! No  Pleasure to LOVES pain! 
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XCIII.
In furnac't Heat, Pyrausta -like, I fry!
To  live is  Faith! 'tis  Gain to  die!
One Life 's enough for Two! THOU  liv'st in me,  not I! 
XCIV.
How, mid'st Regalios  of LOVES Banquet,  I
Dissolve in Sweets Extremitie!
O, Languors!  Thus to live  is in pure Flames to die! 
XCV.
Three Kings  three Gifts  to th' KING  of Kings did  bring;
Myrrhe, Incense, Gold, to  Man, GOD, King:
For  Myrrhe, Tears;  Incense Pray'rs;  Gold, take  Loves Offering!
XCVI.
O, take Loves Hecatomb! Then, through her  Eyes
Did LOVE inamoring Passions  rise:
HIGH'ST GLORY crowns THEOPHILA's Love-Sacrifice. 
XCVII.
Not She, Mortality  alone did die;
Death 's but Translation  to the Skie: 
All Virtues  fir'd in her pure BREAST their Spicerie. 
XCVIII.
As, when Arabias Wonder  Spices brings,
Which fann'd to Flames  by her own Wings, 
She,  from the glowing Holocaust  in Triumph  springs:
XCIX.
So, VIRTUES  Pattern, (Priestesse, Altar, Fire,
Incense,  and Victime)  up did spire;
VICTORIA, VICTORIA, sung All HEAV'NS QUIRE.
C.
She  Ecchoing (Eccho,  which do's all surpasse!
GODS Sight  is GLORIES Looking-glasse!) 
MAGNIFICATS, HOSANNAS, HALLELUIAHS!
[Page 65]  Pars Cursûs emensa mei, Pars restat 
aranda: Ex aequo Metam Vesper  & Ortus  habent.
Ergo per immensos properent cava Lintea  Fluctus:
Iactatam capiant Littora  sancta Ratem! 
—Amans Animâ satiatur Amantis.
View See the Authors  [...] ig [...]  Design [...] ,
His Book displaid,  [...] is  [...] apers shine,
Is A [...] honian Bird,  [...] Dog, and Cat,
 [...]  intimate.
TIEOPHLA. doth before Him stand
Amused wit [...]  erected Hand [...] ;
And, like an Eagle, upward flies,
 [...] by  [...] ANGELS to the SKIES.
THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO V. The Representation. ARGUMENT.
Mundus  Opes, Animam COELUM,  Terram (que)   resumpsit
Terra:  DEVS, Vitam cum tulit, IPSE dedit. 
Solus AMOR  facit esse DEVM; QUEM, Mente capaci, 
Si Quis  conciperet, posset & esse DEVS.
The Authors  Vision, Her  Ascent, HEAV'NS Place
Descry'd, where reigns all glorious GRACE,
Where's all-sufficient GOOD, the Sum of BLISSE She  has.
STANZA I.
I 'M vile,  a thing impure,  Corruptions Son, 
Earth-crawling Worm,  by Sin undone, 
Whose suppliant Dust  doth own its Shame,  and t' HEAV'N doth run.
II.
GRACE, intervene 'twixt Sin  and Shame,  and tie
A hopeful BLISSE to Miserie! 
LORD, pardon dust  and ashes:  both, yea worse, am I!
III.
Though dust,  thy Work: though Clay,  Thy HAND did turn
This Vessel;  and, though ashes,  th' URN
THOU art, them  to restore when Skie  & Earth  shall burn.
IV.
Whil'st that my Heav'n-allyed-Soul  does stay
Wholly on THEE, not Europs  Sway
Can elevate my Wish,  like one Grace-darted Ray. 
V.
Meet, meet my prison'd Souls Address!  oh, might
She  view, through mouldring Earth, thy SIGHT!
GRACE perfects Natures  want: Say here, Let there be Light! 
VI.
Then, though in Flesh  my Spirit  pris'ned be,
She may by FAITH ascend to THEE,
And up be rais'd, till she  shall mount  to Libertie. 
VII.
Clear-sighted FAITH, point out the Way; I will
Neglect curl'd Phrases  frizled Skill: 
Humble DEVOTION, lift Thou  up my flagging Quill; 
VIII.
Which faints at first Approach;  my Faith 's too light
To move This MOUNTAIN, reach This HEIGHT:
Can squeaking Reeds  sound forth the Organs  full delight?
IX.
I'm mute, for only Light  can Light  declare;
A Diamond  must a Diamond  square;
Yet, where I dare not speak,  there yet adore  I dare.
X.
Ear  has not heard, nor Eye  has seen, nor can
Mans Heart  conceive (vast Heart of Man)
The Riches  treasur'd up in GLORIES Ocean! 
XI.
Tomes  full of mystick Characters  enfense
Those Seas  of BLISSE! To write to Sense 
HEAV'NS Chronicle,  wou'd ask a HEAV'ND-Intelligence. 
XII.
How then, from Flood  of Tears  may an Arkt Dove  try
Its ventrous Pineons, to descry
That Land,  unknown to Nature?  Vast ETERNITIE!
XIII.
Fear Gulfs  unfathomable; nor desire,
Ere of GODS Court  thou art, t' aspire
To be of's Counsell; Pry  not, but with Awe admire. 
XIV.
Dwarf-words do limp,  do derogate,  do scan
Nor Height,  nor Depth.  Since Time  began,
What constitutes a Gnat  was ne're found out by Man. 
XV.
Dares mortal Slime,  with ruder tongue, expresse
What ev'n CELESTIALS do confesse
Is inexpressible?  Thou Clod  of Earth,  first guesse
XVI.
In like Degrees  from Aequinoctial  Track,
Why  Men are  tawny, white, and  black?
Why Bactrias  Camel two? Arabs,  one Bunch on's Back?
XVII.
Canst lead Leviathan  with a silken String?
Canst cover with a Hornets  Wing
Behemoth?  Canst thou Seas  into a Nutshell  bring?
XVIII.
Canst Motion  fix? count Sands?  recall past Day? 
Shew Height, Breadth, Length o'th' spreading Ray? 
Discardinate the Sphears?  and rapid Whirlwindes  stay?
XIX.
Tell, tell how pond'rous Earths  huge proplesse Ball 
Hangs poised in the fluent Hall 
Of fleeting Air?  how Clouds  sustained are from Fall? 
XX.
How burnt the Bush,  when Verdure cloth'd its Fire?
How from the Rock,  Rod-struck in Ire,
Did Cataracts  gush out? How did the Sea  retire?
XXI.
Canst thou take Post-Horse  with the coursing Sun, 
And with Him  through the Zodiack  run?
How many Stages  be there ere the Race  be done?
XXII.
Then, tell how once He  shot his Beams  down-right
From the same Zenith,  while for Night, 
Mortals  stood gazing at a doubled Noon-dayes-Light? 
XXIII.
Tell, how that Planet  did in after-dayes
Turn Cancer,  shooting Parthian  Rayes,
Ten whole Degrees  reverst, which did the World  amaze.
XXIV.
Poor thingling Man!  Propitious HEAV'N, assign
Some ANGEL for this high DESIGN!
HEAV'NS HISTORIE requires at least a SERAPHIN.
XXV.
O, might some glorious  SPIRIT then retire,
And warble to a sacred Lyre 
The Song  of Moses  and the LAMB in HEAV'NS full Quire! 
XXVI.
'Twas at Nights  Noon, when Sleep  th' Opprest  had drown'd;
But sleepless  were Oppressors  found;
'Twas, when Skies spangled Head  in sable Veil  was bound:
XXVII.
For, theevish Night  had stole,  and clos'd  up quite,
In her dark Lantern,  starrie Light: 
No Planet  seen to sail  in that dead Ebbe of Night: 
XXVIII.
When, lo, all-spreading RAYES the Room  surround!
Like such Reflections,  as rebound,
Shooting their Beams  to th' Sun,  from Rocks  of Diamond. 
XXIX.
This, to a Wonder,  summoned my Sight, 
Which dazled  was at so pure Light! 
A FORM ANGELLICK there appear'd divinely bright! 
XXX.
I wisht my Self more Eyes  to view this Gleam;
I was awake,  I did not dream; 
Too exquisite Delight  makes true  Things feigned  seem.
XXXI.
Model  of HEAV'N it was; I floated long
Twixt Ioy  and Wonder;  Passion strong,
Wanting due Vent,  made Sight  my Speech,  & Eyes  my Tongue! 
XXXII.
Oft, my rapt Soul,  ascending to the Eye, 
Peept  through upon ANGELITIE,
Whose Blaze  did burnisht Plate  of sparkling Sol  outvie!
XXXIII.
If gratious Silence  shin'd forth any where
With sweet Aspect, 'twas in this Sphear; 
The Soul of Sweetness,  and the SPIRIT of Ioyes  mixt here.
XXXIV.
From out LOVES Wing  He must a Pensil  frame,
Who, on Times  cloth, would paint this Flame: 
None can pourt [...] ay  this glorious Draft  but who's the same. 
XXXV.
Vail then, Ti [...] antes -like, this guess'd at FACE,
(The Curtain  of That inward GRACE)
Whose Forehead  with Diaphanous Gold  impaled was.
XXXVI.
For, starrie Knobs,  like Diamonds,  did attire
That Front  with GLORY, and conspire
To lavish out their Beams,  to radiate that Fire. 
XXXVII.
Whose Amber-curling Tresses  were unbound,
And, like a glittering Veil,  spread round,
And so about the snowy Shoulders  sweetly wound.
XXXVIII.
Whose Robe  shot forth a Tissue -waving Shine, 
Which seem'd loose-flowing, far more fine
Than any interwoven Silk  with silver -Twine.
XXXIX.
With gratious Smile,  approaching neerer, sate
This glorious  THING: ô, humble State! 
Yet, on the VISION inexpressive  RAYES did wait.
XL.
'Twas glorify'd  THEOPHILA sat there.
I, mute,  as if I tongueless  were,
Till Her Voice-Musick  drew my Soul  into mine Ear: 
XLI.
'Twas 'bove Lutes  sweetest Touch,  or richest Air! 
I bring Thee Things (saies She)  are rare:
All subcoelestial Streams Drops  to this OCEAN  are.
XLII.
Hear, first, my Progresse.  Loos'd from Natures  Chain,
And quit from Clay,  I did attain,
Swift as a glancing Meteor  to th' Aerial Plain: 
XLIII.
Where, passing through, I did perfume the Air 
With sacred Spice,  and incenst Pray'r; 
While grateful Clouds  their liquid Pearl,  as Guift,  prepare.
XLIV.
I spare t [...] unlock those Treasuries  of Snow; 
Or tell what paints the rainy Bowe; 
Or what cause Thunders, Lightnings, Rains;  or whence Windes  flow.
XLV.
Those Regions  pass'd, where bearded Comets  light
The World  to fatall Woes;  a bright
Large Orb  of harmless Fire  enflam'd my Heav'n-ward Flight. 
XLVI.
To azure-arched Skie  ascends my Soul, 
(Thence view I North  and Southern  Pole)
Where Globes  in Serpentine, yet order'd Motions rowl.
XLVII.
Thence by the changing Moons  alternate Face,
Vp, through unweari'd Phosphors  Place,
I mount to Sols  Diurnal and his Annual Race:
XLVIII.
By whose propitious Influence  Things are
Quickned below, this Monarch Star, 
Making his Progresse  through the Signes,  unclouds the Air; 
XLIX.
And, eight-score Times out-bulks the Earth;  whose Race 
In four and twenty Howers space
'Bove fifty Milions  of Germanick  Leagues do's pace.
L.
This Giant  with as many Tongues  as Rayes, 
Speaks out, so oft as He displayes
His Beams,  which gild the World;  that Man  his LORD should praise.
LI.
Through Sphears  I pass'd to Stars,  that nail HEAV'NS  Court,
(My Stay was with Skie-wonders  short,)
Which, by first Movers  Force, are whirl'd about their Fort. 
LII.
Through the blew-spangled Frame,  my psalming Tongue
Made th' Orbs  suspend their usual Song, 
To hear Coelestial Hymns  the glist'ring Quires  did throng.
LIII.
Chime out, ye Crystal Sphears,  and tune your Poles; 
Skies,  sound your Base,  ere ye to Coals
Dissolve, and tumble on the Bonfire World  in Shoals.
LIV.
The  Primum Mobile do's seem  immense,
And doth transfused Influence 
Through all inferiour Orbs,  as swift as Thought,  dispense.
LV.
Suppose, a Milstone  should from thence  be hurl'd
Vnto the Center  of this World, 
'Twould make up sixscore Years,  ere it could down  be whirld.
LVI.
Now, entred I HEAV'NS Suburbs,   [...] ;
No orient Jewels  cast such  [...] 
(O, might this Verse  be wreath'd but with  [...] Diadems!)
LVII.
Sols  radiant Fulgence in meridian Skies 
Seem'd Shade  unto those CLARITIES; 
Where Beauties Self  might beautifie her fair [...] st Eyes. 
LVIII.
'Tis 'bove high'st Verge, where Reason  dares be bold;
That HEAV'N  of GOD  is of such Mold, 
That Eyes,  till glorify'd,  cannot the same behold.
LIX.
'Tis purely Spirit'al,  and so must be,
Above compare in all Degree, 
With Ought that draws its Line from th' six Dayes Pedigree. 
LX.
'Tis immaterial,  'bove the highest Sphear, 
Doth  brighter then the  rest appear;
Than  Orbs of  Fire, Moon, Sun, or  Crystaline more clear. 
LXI.
'Tis Space  immense, from whence Apostates  driv'n,
Their Rooms  might so to Men  be giv'n
With  Those confirmed  SONS, th ' Indigenae of  HEAV'N.
LXII.
Absurdly some Philosophers  did dream,
That HEAV'N 's an uncreated Beam 
Which forth eternally from GOD HIMSELF  did stream.
LXIII.
'Tis but a Creature,  though its Essence  be
To change unsubject, standing free
On never shaken Pillars  of INFINITIE. 
LXIV.
Ocean  of JOYES!  Who can THEE  fully state?
For clearer knowledge Man  must wait;
First shoot Deaths  Gulf, thy Soul  may then arrive thereat:
LXV.
For no One  enters There,  till He hath trod
Deaths  Path, then, from that Period 
Elected Souls  ascend to Heav'n,  to BLISSE,  to GOD! 
LXVI.
(Zeal through me fir's its way to speak, that I
Would thither; like wing'd Lightning, flie,
Were my Flesh-curtain  drawn that clouds my Spirits  Eye!
LXVII.
What Heights  would Souls  affect, could they undress
Themselves of Rags,  that them depress!
How beautiful's  the Form  of naked HOLINES!
LXVIII
New Light, Life, Love, Joy, Bliss there boundless flow!
There shall my Soul  thy GLORY know,
When She her Robe  of Clay  shall to Earths  wardrobe throw!
LXIX.
Fond that I am to speak. Passe on to BLISSE,
That with an individual Kisse. 
Greets Thee for ever! Pardon this Parenthesis.) 
LXX.
Faith's the Souls Eye; As nothing were between,
They that beleeve, see Things unseen:
Close then thy carnal, thy spiritual Eyes unscreen.
LXXI.
For, my transplanted Spirit shall emblaze
Words, may make Wonder stand at Gaze:
Vnboundless Bliss doth ev'n the sep'rat Spirit amaze!
LXXII.
O, Fleet of Intellectuals, Glory-fraught,
(Inestimable Arras, wrought
With Heart-orecoming Colours) how ye pass all Thought!
LXXIII.
THOU All-comprizing, uncompriz'd! WHO art
Ever, yet never made, impart
THOU (Loves Abyss,  without or Ebbe, or Shoar) an Heart
LXXIV.
Of WISDOM to attempt, proceed, and end
what never Was, Is, Can be penn'd!
(May Spots  in Maps  (dumb Teacher) Empires  comprehend?
LXXV.
The Skie-enchased Diamonds  lesser show
Than Julie's  hairy Worms  that glow,
Sampled with those Rebounds  unbounded GLORIES  throw.
LXXV.
That Vessel  of Election,  rapt to th' Soil 
Of highest BLISSE,  did here recoyl:
I'th' same Attempt  'tis Honour  to confess a Foyl. 
LXXVII.
Sense knowes not 'bove  Court-Triumphs, Thrones, or  Kings,
Gems, Musick, Beauties, Banquetings,
Without such Tropes  it can't unfold Spiritual Things. 
LXXVIII.
O, how That most unutterable BLAZE 
Of HEAV'NS  all-luminating RAYES 
Do's Souls  (disrob'd of Flesh)  both brighten,  & amaze! 
LXXIX.
That boundless Solstice,  with transparent Beams, 
Through HEAV'NS  triumphant ARCHES  streams,
And, gliding through each Spirit  with intrinsick Gleams 
LXXX.
Pierceth to th' little World,  and doth dispell
The gloomy Clouds  of Sin,  that swell
The  Soul, decoying it to  ever-burning Hell!
LXXXI.
By GLORY,  how are SPIRITS  made divine! 
How  super-radiantly They  shine
From th' ever-flowing SPRING  of the refulgent TRINE! 
LXXXII.
Beyond Report  of high'st Discourse  They dart
Their Radiations,  'bove all Art! 
This cath'like BLISSE  ore-flowes the most capacious Heart! 
LXXXIII.
Conceive a Court,  where all Joyes  domineer,
Where Seas  of Sweets  oreflow, and where
GLORIES  exhaustless Mines, Sports  endless Springs,  appear:
LXXXIV.
Where infinite Excesse  of Sweets  ne're cloyes!
Where, still Fruitions Feast  employes
Desire!  where Who enjoy the least can't count their Joyes! 
LXXXV.
One may t' a Glimps,  None to a Half  can rise,
Had He more Tongues,  than HEAV'N  has Eyes! 
Such, nothing see, as would in Words this SIGHT  comprize!
LXXXVI.
Can Measures  such UNMEASURABLES  hold?
Can  Time INFINITIE unfold? 
Superlative DELIGHTS  may be admir'd,  not told. 
LXXXVII.
When GLORIES Heav'n  is all one Sunny Blaze, 
That  flowing RADIANCE  doth amaze,
While on That  inconceivable RESULT  we gaze!
LXXXVIII.
What King  would not court Martyrdome,  to  [...] old
In  Capite a  Citie' of  Gold,
Where, look how many Gates,  so many Pearls  are told!
LXXXIX.
The Structure 's Square; A firm Foundation,
Twelve-fold, for Each  a precious Stone, 
The  LAMBS APOSTLES Names engraven therupon. 
XC.
There sparkles forth the verdant Emerald, 
The blew-ey'd Saphyr  therein wall'd,
The Topaz  too, with that Stone  which from Gold  is call'd:
XCI.
There,  Jasper, Chaloedon, Chrysoprase shine, 
There Sardonix,  and Sardius  joyn,
There  Beryl, Hyacinth, and  Amethyst combine. 
XCII.
No, sympathizing Turkise  there, to tell
By Palenesse  th' Owner is not well, 
For, Grief 's exild to Earth,  and Anguish  groans in Hell! 
XCIII.
The Streets  with Gold  perspicuous are arrai'd,
With blazing Carbuncles  inlaid;
Yet, All  seem Night,  to GLORIES  from the LAMB  desplay'd:
XCIV.
For, thousand Suns  make an Eclipse  to THOSE! 
The Diamond  there for Pavement  growes,
As, on its glitt'ring Stock,  and all its Sparkles  throwes.
XCV.
And there, on every Angel-trodden Way 
Loose Pearls,  instead of Pebbles,  play,
Like duskie atoms in the Suns  embrightning Ray. 
XCVI.
Had I a Quill  sent from a SERAPHS  Wing,
And Skill  to tune't! I could not sing
The Moity  of that Wealth,  wch  That All-glorious KING 
XCVII.
Of HEAV'N  enstates Those  in, who follow Good, 
And prize [...] t above their vital Blood! 
HEAV'N  my be gain'd  on Earth,  but never understood! 
XCVIII.
As, when the Sun  shakes off the Vail  of Night, 
And scatters  on the Dawn  his Light, 
He soon takes Pris'ner  to Himself  th' engaged Sight: 
XCIX.
So, when I view those indeficient BEAMS, 
O, They in overfulgent GLEAMS, 
Like Diamonds,  thaw'd to Air, embubble forth in Streams!
C.
Ev'n SPIRITS,  who have disrob'd their Rags  of Clay, 
Lay'd up in Ward-robe  till that Day, 
Orecome, They  dazled are by each  IMPERIOUS RAY!
Sexta  repercussi, Pars antepenultima,  Ponti,
Imparibus restat perficienda Modis;
Quam (si praestiterit Mentem DEUS OPTIMUS)  addam
Flammiferos Phoebus  cum jug at ortus Equos. 
Ex obscuro spectabile COELUM.
THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO VI. The Association. ARGUMENT.
Panduntur COELI,  juvat hinc invisere Divûm 
Atria,  mortali non adeunda Pede:
Hîc, Animae  pennis advecta THEOPHILA,  cernit
Agmina COELICOLÛM  ducere fancta Choros.
HEAV'NS Order, Beauty, Glory  is descry'd;
Here, read the State  o'th' GLORIFY'D,
Which THEOPHIL i'th' Heraldry  of HEAV'N had ey'd.
STANZA I.
T Hose happy Mansions,  glorious SAINT,  discover,
Where the bright Host  of Spirits  hover!
Bring down all HEAV'N  before the Eyes o'th' HEAV'NLY LOVER. 
II.
Frail Man,  with Zeal, and Wonder here behold
Clay  cast into a Heav'nly Mold: 
Faith  did, now VISION does BEATITUDE unfold.
III.
The Tenants  in This splendid FRAME are They
Whose grosser and unpolish Clay,
Calcin'd in Graves, now Robes  of GLORY do array.
IV.
Here MARTYRS sit enthron'd, who late did bleed
Sap from their fertil Wounds,  to feed
With Oyl the Churches  Lamps, and with red Dew  her Seed.
V.
These ovant Souls,  KNIGHTS of Saint VINCENT are,
For high Atchievements  gain'd; each Scar, 
To make a golden Constellation,  seems a Star. 
VI.
Not by inflicting,  but receiving  Blowes,
By suff'ring, They ore-came their Foes:
How long, LORD, ere THOU do'st avenge their Blood  on Those?
VII.
These own their Bliss,  sprung from the Word  & Will 
O'th' LAMB, by Whom They conquer'd still
Themselves,  and that revolted Band  that Hell do's fill.
VIII.
Therefore, Each  prostrate Casts, with th' Elders,  down
At the LAMBS Feet  their Palm  and Crown, 
Beholding round all Eminencies,  but their own. 
IX.
Th' APOSTLES here, with Him,  in whose sweet Tongue 
The Lute  of high-tun'd LOVE was strung,
When through so many Regions  He the GOSPEL sung.
X.
The loving, lov'd EVANGELIST here lives
On LOVES pure Influence,  and gives
No Bounds  to's flaming Love,  but how to heighten 't strives.
XI.
LOVE was his only Theme.  SHE, here is crown'd,
Who, neer Deaths  Tomb, Life  risen found;
Whose Eye-bowl  was Tear-brimm'd,  whose Towel  Hair unbound.
XII.
Parcht Africks  GLORY, born in's Mothers Eyes,
(An happier Off-spring  of her Cries, 
Than of her Womb ) here to ecstatick LOVE does rise.
XIII.
The Bounds are boundless of divine AMOUR;
Love  hopes, and yet hath all Things, for,
In HEAV'NS eternal Heraldry,  true LOVE is Or. 
XIV.
Fruition LOVE enfires, thence Zeal 's renu'd;
LOVE hath the SPIRITS Plenitude,
Burning with Flames  in SPLENDOR of BEATITUDE!
XV.
LOVE caus'd the SON of GOD from's Throne  dismount,
And make HIMSELF of no Account,
Become a Man  of Sorrows,  Who of Ioy 's the Fount! 
XVI.
This LOVE, by Quire  of HEAV'N scarce understood!
Could so much Ill cause so much Good,
For Mans Redemption  that GODS SON should shed His Blood?
XVII.
THOU, LOVE, when as my guilty Soul  did dwell
In Nest of Ruine, did'st unshell
My Spirit  (fledg'd with GRACE) from that disord'red Cell, 
XVIII.
And, having crusht the outward Film  of Earth, 
Gav'st Her, new form'd with GLORY, Birth
That She might stye to th' SEAT of Beatifick Mirth! 
XIX.
And praise THEE, with those VIRGIN-SOULS, who in
The Cloysters  of their Flesh  have bin
Washt in their SAVIOURS Bath of Blood  from Spots  of Sin. 
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XX.
Flow'rs  on our Heads,  as on their Stems,  do grow,
Which into fadeless Colours  flow,
Nor Cold  to blast, nor Heat  to scorch, nor Age  they know.
XXI.
Scenting 'bove thousand precious Ointments,  shed
On consecrated AARONS Head;
Above pearl'd Dew  on Hermons  ever-fragrant Bed. 
XXII.
How far, immaculate  FLAMES, do You excell
All that in Thoughts  high Turret  dwell!
What then can Opticks  see? What then can Volumes  tell?
XXIII.
If Beauties Self  we could incarnate  see,
Teeming with Youth  and Ioy,  yet She 
Would not so beauteous  as the VIRGIN-MOTHER be.
XXIV.
Who,  like a full-orb'd Moon,  our Stars  out-shin'd
In glorious Fulgurance  of Minde! 
For whose surpassing Splendour  I this Ode  desig'nd.
XXV.
Hail, blessed VIRGIN-SPOUSE,  who did'st bequeath
Breath  unto HIM,  Who made Thee breathe!
And gav'st a Life to HIM,  Who gave the Life from Death!
XXVI.
Who bor'st HIM  in thy Womb,  Whose Hands  did stack
The studded Orbs  with Stars,  and tack
The glowing Constellations  to the Zodiack! 
XXVII.
And, what improves the Mystery  begun,
New Mysteries  from Thee  were spun,
HE  did, at once, become thy Father, Spouse,  and Son! 
XXVIII.
Conceiving HIM, as by the Womb,  so th' Ear! 
By th ' ANGELS Tongue HEAV'N cast  Seed there! 
Thou heard'st, believ'dst,  & thence didst breed,  & thence didst bear! 
XXIX.
Thou  only may'st (so it be humbly)  boast
To have brought forth the ETERNAL HOST 
By mystick OBUMBRATION  of the HOLY GHOST! 
XXX.
By  Thee did  GOD and  Man embrace  Each other!
Thus, HEAV'N  to Earth  became a Brother!
Thus, Thou,  a VIRGIN,  to thy MAKER  wast a MOTHER! 
XXXI.
Thy Fleece  was wet, when all the Ground  lay drie!
Drie,  when all moist about did lie!
As  AARONS rootless  Rod, so didst  Thou fructifie!
XXXII.
Thou art, from whence  FAITHS Burgeon sprang, the  Ground!
Before, in, after Birth was found 
Purenesse untoucht, with  VIRGIN-MOTHERS Honour crown'd! 
XXXIII.
Thou, Shrine  of GLORY, Ark  of BLISSE, Thou,  high
Fair Temple  of DIVINITY,
In Thee,  the Master-peece of Nature  I descry!
XXXIV.
My ravisht Soul (said She)  extols His NAME, 
Who rules the HEAV'NS  expansed Frame, 
Whose MERCIE  rais'd me up to magnifie  the SAME. 
XXXV.
Who can anatomize the glorious List 
Of Heirs  to GOD, Coheirs  with CHRIST,
Who Royalize  it There by GRACES high Acquist?
XXXVI.
Whose several GLORIES admirable  are!
And yet as INFINITE, as Fair! 
Where Alls 's enjoy'd at Full;  where every Thing  is rare!
XXXVII.
The Ioy  of EACH ONE is the Ioy  of ALL!
BEATITUDE'S reciprocall!
They drink CHRISTS Cup  of flowing Wine,  who pled'gd his Gall! 
XXXVIII.
Silence  most Rhet'rick  hath, and GLORIES best
Do pourtray  forth that Royal FEAST,
At which each blessed  SAINT is an Eternal  GUEST!
XXXIX.
Nor can a Thought of earthly Friends  Annoyes
Extenuate one Grain  of JOYES,
While MERCY saves the Wise,  while JUSTICE Fools  destroyes!
XL.
Strangely their Intellects  enlightned be!
Natures Compendium  did not see
One half;  yea, ere He tasted the forbidden Tree! 
XLI.
If, that Sea-parting PRINCE, from cleft Rocks Space
Viewing GODS Back-parts,  thought it Grace, 
What Honour  is it then to see HIM FACE to FACE!
XLII.
WHO doth inspirit  the indeficient Ray, 
Not dimm'd with a minute Allay; 
Where, though no Sun  ere rose, yet 'tis ETERNAL DAY!
XLIII.
Where, ALL are fill'd,  yet ALL from Food  abstain!
Where ALL are Subjects,  yet ALL reign! 
ALL rich,  yet have no Bags  that stifled Wealth  contain!
XLIV.
Where each SAINT do's a glorious Kingdom  own;
Where each KING hath a starry Crown; 
Each CROWN a Kingdom,  free from the rude Peoples  Frown.
XLV.
Where Each  hath All,  yet, more than All, They  owe;
All Subjects,  yet no KINGS They know,
Save KING of Kings,  & LORD of Lords,  who quel'd their Foe.
XLVI.
Where highest JOY is their perpetual Fare; 
Their Exercise  HOSANNAS are;
SPIRITS the Choristers,  the Subject  PRAISE and PRAYER.
XLVII.
The Laureate  KING his Psalming Voice  doth raise,
And sings  to's solemn Harp  high Layes, 
Being HIMSELF the Organ  to His MAKERS Praise. 
XLVIII.
Enflam'd with holy Zeal,  and high Desire, 
Encircled with the Enthean  QUIRE,
Warbles This Epinician Canzon  to his Lyre. 
XLIX.
Thou, CROWN  of BLISSE,  whose Footstool 's Earth, whose Throne
Outshines ten thousand Suns  in One, 
Who art the Radi'cal LIFE  of all true JOY  alone!
L.
Royal PROTECTOR!  when in THEE,  Lights Sun,
Mortals  wou'd deem the last Hour run,
We finde no Wane  of Day,  but a SOLSTITIAL Noon! 
LI.
When, We Times  Volumes of past Thousands  scan,
Thy ORIGEN  with Time  to span,
We finde no Track  in Infant Age  when It began! 
LII.
ANCIENT of  DAYES! to  WHOM all  Times are Now;
Before Whom, SERAPHIMS  do bow,
Though highest CREATURES,  yet to their CREATOR, low! 
LIII.
Who art by Light-surrounded POWERS  obey'd,
(HEAV'NS Host Thy ministring  SPIRITS made) 
Cloath'd with UBIQUITY,  to WHOM  all Light  is Shade! 
LIV.
Whose Thunder-clasping HAND  do's grasp the Shole
Of total Nature,  and unroul
The spangled Canopy  of HEAV'N  from Pole  to Pole! 
LV.
Who, on the Clouds  and Windes,  thy Chariot,  rid'st;
And, brideling wildest Storms,  them guid'st;
Who, moveless,  All dost move;  Who, changing All, abid'st! 
LVI.
The Ocean  Thou begirt'st with misty Shrouds;
That Monster  wrapt'st in swathing Clouds,
And, with thy mighty WORD  controul'st tempestuous Flouds! 
LVII.
Earth-circling Oceans  Thy DISPLEASURE  flee;
Mountains  dismounted are by THEE; 
Those airy Giants  smoak if THOU  incensed be!
LVIII.
Innumerable Troops  of Joyes  do stand
Before Thy boundless PRESENCE,  and
Vncessantly attend Thy ever-blissefull HAND! 
LIX.
Thou, LORD; Good,  without Quality,  dost send
Blisse to All  Thine; Great, without  End;
Whose Magnitude  no Quantity  can comprehend!
LX.
What's worthlesse Man?  what his earth-crawling Race? 
That THOU  shouldst such a shadow  grace,
And in unspeakable triumphant GLORY  place!
LXI.
Who may thy  MERCIES Height, Depth, Breadth extend? 
In Height  It do's to HEAV'N  ascend,
Confirms the ANGELS,  and in Depth  doth low  descend,
LXII.
Lessening the Pains  o'th' damned  ev'n in HELL; 
In Breadth,  from East  to West  do's swell,
And over all the World,  and all thy WORKS  excell!
LXIII.
Immense EXISTENCE! HEAVN'S  amaz'd at thy
INCOMPREHENSIBILITIE!
INTELLIGENCIES dread  Thine All-commanding -EYE!
LXIV.
Ye winged HERO'S,  whom all BLISSE  embow'rs,
To HIM  in Anthems  strain your pow'rs, 
Whose Sea  of Goodness  has no Shoar, whose Age,  no How'rs!
LXV.
Then, ore the trembling Cords  his swift Hand  strayes,
And clos'd All  with full Diapaze; 
As, in a sounding Quire  the well-strook Consort  playes.
LXVI.
Victorious Iubilies, when  Eccho'd clear 
From the Church-Militant,  are dear
To HEAV'NS triumphing QUIRE; Such no gross Ear  can hear.
LXVII.
Musicks first  Martyr, Stradas Nightingale, 
Might ever wish (poor Bird) ) to fall
On that excelling HARP, and joy i'th Funeral!
LXVIII.
Had it but heard Those AYRS, where Musick  meets
With Raptures  of Voice -warbled Sweets, 
Flowing with ravishing EXCES in SIONS STREETS.
LXIX.
All, what Symphonious Breaths  inspire, All, what
Quick Fingers  touch, compar'd, sound flat: 
Could I but coyn  a Word  beyond all Sweets!  'Twere THAT
LXX.
What Orders  in NEW-SALEMS HIERARCHIE,
In what Degrees They ' enstated be,
Are Wings  that mount my Thoughts  to high Discovery. 
LXXI.
Blest Sight,  to see HEAV'NS order'd HOST to move
In Legions  glist'ring ALL Above,
Whose Armour  is true ZEAL, whose Banner  is pure LOVE!
LXXII.
Bright-harnessed INTELLIGENCIES! Who
Enucleate can your ESSENCE so,
As Men  may both your mighty Pow'r,  & Nature  know!
LXXIII.
Invisible, impassive, happy, fair,
High, incorporeal, active, rare,
Pure, scientifick and illustrious SPIRITS You'are.
LXXIV.
Guesse at their Strength,  by ONE; Was not almost
Two hundred thousand of an Host
By' an ANGEL slain, when Assurs  Chief 'gainst HEAV'N (did boast?
LXXV.
In Brightness  They the Morning Star  out-vie;
In Nimbleness  the Windes  out-flie;
And far surpasse the Sun-beams  in Subtilitie. 
LXXVI.
ARCHANGELS, Those superiour SPIRITS, are
GODS LEGATS, when he will declare
His Minde  to's Chosen;  GABRIEL did thus prepare
LXXVII.
GODS Embassie,  when his BELOV'D did tie
Our Flesh  to his DIVINITIE;
GRACE was the Kisse,  the UNION was the Ring  from High;
LXXVIII.
ANGELS the Posie  sung: This,  made our Clay 
O're Empyraean Courtiers  sway,
When as the SPOUSE his mystick NUPTIALS did display.
LXXIX.
No sooner shal That  great ARCHANGEL sound
His wakefull Trump  of Doom to th' Ground,
And Eccho  shall, as banded Ball,  make quick Rebound; 
LXXX.
But, pamper'd Graves,  with all their Iawes,  shall yawn;
And Seas,  Flouds Nurse, strange Shoals  shall spawn
Of Men,  to wait o'th' dreadfull JUDGE at's Iudgements Dawn. 
LXXXI.
To Incorruption  then Corruptions  Night
Shall turned be; for That strange Sight
Inebriates Souls  with deepest Woes,  or high'st DELIGHT!
LXXXII.
Then shall my Ear,  my Nose,  my Hand, Tongue, Eye, 
Alwayes  hear, smell, feel, taste, espye,
Hosanna's, Incense, Off'rings, Feasts, Felicitie!
LXXXIII.
To act GODS WILL, ore sublunary Things, 
The DOMINATIONS sway, as Kings; 
He curbs Aerian Potentates,  by th' POW'RS HE wings;
LXXXIV.
The PRINCIPATES, of Princes  take the Care,
T' enlarge their Realms,  or to empair;
VIRTUES in acting of his WILL have their full Share;
LXXXV.
THRONES HIM contemplate, nor from's Presence  move;
To CHERUBS HE reveals Above
Hid Things;  He SERAPHINS enflames with ardent Love. 
LXXXVI.
Praecelling SERAPHS shew GODS ARDOR still;
Wise CHERUBS his ABYSSE of SKILL
In Governing of ALL; beatious THRONES instill
LXXXVII.
To us his STEDDINES in's blessed THRONE,
Ever unalterably ONE;
Powr's, Virtues, Principates to his  Commands are prone; 
LXXXVIII.
Dominions  own his REGAL SWAY; and so
ARCHANGELS, ANGELS swiftly show
Agilitie  that from the DEITIE do's flow.
LXXXIX.
Their Number's  numberlesse, not half so few
As orient Pearls  of early Dew; 
Like Aromatick Lamps  THEY in HEAV'NS TEMPLE shew:
XC.
And yet of THEM though vast the Number  be,
The Thing  that most do's glorifie 
Their MAKER's This,  THEY differ specifically. 
XCI.
Of the first Machine  THEY the Parcels  are;
Yet, if we Them  with GOD compare,
Then wth , their Wings  they skreen Themselves,  though else most fair.
XCII.
Lawlesse Desire  do's never pierce their Breast; 
Th' ALMIGHTIES FACE is still their FEAST;
Their BLISSE in Service  lies, in Messages  their REST:
XCIII.
They speak with Thought,  atchieve without a Fee; 
Silence They  hear, Idaeas see;
Still magnifying HIM, who cannot GREATER be!
XCIV.
Thus, THEY, with one fleet Glance  intuitive,
Into Each others Knowledge  dive;
And, by Consent,  Thoughts, else inscrutable, unrive.
XCV.
Each ONE in Psalms  ETERNITY employes;
Where Vse  nor tires, nor Fulness  cloyes;
Enjoying GOD, their END, without an end of JOYES!
XCVI.
Each ravishing Voice,  each Instrument,  each Face 
Compos'd such MUSICK, that I was
In Doubt, Each so in Tune,  which did precede in GRACE:
XCVII.
The spritely Instruments  did sweetly smile;
The Faces  play'd their Parts; mean while
The Voices,  with both Graces,  did them Both  beguile.
XCVIII.
The Nine-fold QUIRE such Heav'nly Accents  there
In Sweets  EXTENSION still do rear,
As over-pow'r the Windings  of a mortal Ear. 
XCIX.
Who MUSICK hate, in barb'rous Discord  rowle;
In HEAV'N there is not such a Soul;
For, there's All-Harmony.  SAINTS sing, the damned  howl.
C.
Coelestial Sweets  did this Discourse  excite;
Firm Ioy,  fast Love,  fixt Life,  fair Sight! 
But may a Creature,  its CREATORS GLORY write?
Nunc alti Plumbum  scrutatur Viscera  Ponti,
Viscera Navarchae  non repetenda Manu!
Hinc, procul optatam divino LUMINE Terram 
Cernimus, optatum  perficiamus Iter! 
Te DEUM Laudamus.
THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO VII. The Contemplation. ARGUMENT.
Pango nec humanis Opus  enarrabile Verbis, 
Quae meliùs possem Mira  silendo loqui!
Da, DEVS, Illa  canam, quae Vox  non personet ulla,
Metiar ut minimis MAXIMA MIRA  modis!
She launcheth into shoarlesse SEAS of LIGHT,
Inexplicable, Infinite!
Whose BEAMS both strike her blinde,  and renovate her (Sight! 
STANZA I.
W Ere all Men Maro's,  were those Maro's  all
EVANGELISTS, met in Earths  Hall
For Grand-Inquest  of That wch  we ETERNAL call:
II.
Draw Time  from's Cradle (Innocence)  could They, 
And piled Heaps  of Ages  lay
Amassed in one Scale; Those  would they find to weigh,
III.
Ballanc't with THEE, no more (when All  is done)
Than, if They  vainly had begun
To poize minutest atome  with the MIGHTY SUN.
IV.
Could They  Earths Ball,  with Numbers  quilted see;
Yet, those throng'd Figures  sum not THEE,
They were but Cyphers  to immense ETERNITIE!
V.
Should every Sand  for thousand Ages  run,
When emptyed Shoars  of Sands  were done,
That Glass  no more THEE measures, then if now begun! 
VI.
Had Tongues  HEAV'NS Mint, to coyn each ANGEL-GRACE
In Dialect; They'd  fail o'th' Space, 
Where All to come  is One  with All  that ever was! 
VII.
FAITH, stretch thy Line,  yet That's  too short, to  [...] ound
SEA without BOTTOM, without BOUND;
As Circular,  as Infinite,  ô Shoarlesse Round!
VIII.
Immense  ETERNITIE! What mystick Art 
Of THEE may coppy any Part,
Since THOU an indeterminable CIRCLE art!
IX.
Whose very CENTER so diffus'd is found,
That not HEAV'NS Circuit can It bound,
Then what, what may the whole CIRCUMFERENCE surround?
X.
HEAV'NS HERO'S, can ye find for th' ENDLES End? 
Can POW'RS IMMENSITY extend?
UBIQUITIE inclose? The BOUNDLES comprehend?
XI.
JEHOVAH's Zone  to this uncentred BALL,
Ecliptick, and  Meridionall,
Who WAS before,  Is with,  and SHALL be after All! 
XII.
But now behold Its Height,  Above all Height!
Plac't beyond Place!  Above Lights Light! 
Rapt were the three APOSTLES by a Glimps  o'th' Sight! 
XIII.
O, Thou  all-splendent, all transcending Throne! 
Compact of High'st Dominion! 
That 'bove the Super-Eminence  of LUSTRE shone!
XIV.
From Each of Thine  ineffably bright Sides 
Diffusion of such Splendor  glides,
As rowls 'bove thousand Seas of JOYES in flaming Tides 
XV.
With such Refulgence,  that, if CHERUBS might,
With Face  unvail'd, gaze  on That Sight, 
Strait their Spiritual Natures  would be nothing'd  quite.
XVI.
Nature,  put on thy most coruscant Vest; 
Thy Gayeties  shew, brought to this Test, 
As a crude Ielley  dropt from duskie Clouds  at best.
XVII.
Could'st Thou  impov'rish every Indian Mine, 
And, from each golden Cell,  unshrine
Those Beams,  that wth  their Blaze  out-face Dayes  em'lous Shine: 
XVIII.
Could'st finde out secret Engins  to unlock
The treasu'ring Casket  of each Rock, 
And reap the glowing Harvest  of that sparkling Shock: 
XIX.
Could'st thread the Stars  (fixt and erratick) here,
That stud  the luminated Sphear, 
That all those Orbs  of Light  one Constellation  were:
XX.
Could'st joyn Mines, Gems, Skie-Tapers,  All in one;
Whose neer-Immense Reflection
Might both outrival,  and outvie  the glorious Sun: 
XXI.
Could all thy Stones be Gems,  Seas liquid Gold, 
Air Crystal,  Dust to Pearl  enrold,
Each Star a Sun,  that Sun more bright  a thousand fold:
XXII.
Yet would those Gems  seem Flints, those Seas  a Plash,
Those Stars  a Spark, That Sun  a Flash;
Pearl'd Islands,  Diamond Rocks,  Gold Mines,  All  [...] ully'd trash:
XXIII.
Yea, were all Eyes  of Earth, Skie,  HEAV'N combin'd,
And to one Optick  point confin'd,
This  super-radiant OBJECT would ev'n strike That  blind [...] 
XXIV.
Blinde,  as the sable Veil  of gloomy Night; 
(The GOSPELS SEL [...]  but hints This SIGHT)
All  seem obscurer Shades  to THIS non-parel LIGHT▪
XXV.
Amazing!  Most Inexplicably  RARE!
O, if, but Those  Who Worthy  are,
None may This LIGHT declare; None may This LIGHT declare!
XXVI.
Best  Eloquence is  languid, high'st  Thoughts vail,
To  think, to  speak, Wit, Language fail; 
'Tis an ABYSSE, through which  no SPIRITS Eye  can sail!
XXVII.
Here GLORY dwells, with Lustres  so surrounded,
That brightest RAYES are quite confounded,
When they  approach this  radiant Eminence  unbounded!
XXVIII.
Forth from This  FULGURANCE such Splendors  fly,
As shall draw up frail Dust  on HIGH;
Which, else, would in its lumpish Vrn  still bedrid  lie.
XXIX.
Before the ALMIGHTIES Throne my Soul  I throw,
WHENCE All,  that's Good  and Great,  does flow.
LORD, I that  GRACE implore, wch  may this  GLORY show! 
XXX.
GREAT GOD! THOU All-beginning, Unbegun!
Whose Hand the Web of Nature spun!
At once the Plenitude  of All,  and yet but ONE! 
XXXI.
PARENT  of Beings,  Entities sole Stud!
Spirits eternal  SPRING and  FLOOD!
Sprung of THY SELF,  or rather no way sprung! CHIEF GOOD! 
XXXII.
Abstract of Ioyes,  whose WISDOM an  ABYSSE!
Whose  POW'R OMNIPOTENCY is! 
Whose Soul-enlivening SIGHT'S  the Vniversal BLISSE! 
XXXIII.
THOU  dost descend on Wings  of Air  displaid,
'Bove  Majesty It self arraid,
Curtain'd with Clouds,  the HOST  of HEAV'N Attendants  made!
XXXIV.
ESSENCE of  Glory, SUMMITY of  Praise!
Abasht at thy All-piercing RAYES, 
Heav'ns QUIRE does chaunt uncessant  ALLELUIAHS!
XXXV.
Diamonds  than Glass, than Diamonds Stars  more bright;
Than Stars the Sun,  than Sun Heav'ns Light; 
But infinitely purer than  Heav'ns Self's  THY SIGHT!
XXXVI.
Great is the Earth,  more large the Airs  Extent:
Planets exceed; The  Firmament
Of Stars  outvies; Vnlimited's the HEAV'NLY TENT: 
XXXVII.
But, as my tenter'd Minde its Spirits  still
Strains forth, from lesse to more (LORD, fill
My out-spent Raptures  by thy All-repairing SKILL!) 
XXXVIII.
When I above Air, Stars, HEAV'N, on  wou'd press
Rackt Thoughts to SPHEARS  beyond EXCES; 
Myriads of Sphears  seem Motes  to thy Immense ONENESSE! 
XXXIX.
ETERNITY  is but THINE  Howerglasse!
IMMENSITY  but fills THY  Space!
Whole Natures  six Dayes Work  took up but six Word [...]   place!
XL.
One Word  did th' All-surrounding Skie-roof  frame,
With all its Starrie sparkling Flame! 
Not all created Wisdom  can spell out THY NAME!
XLI.
Supreme COMMANDER of the rowling Stars! 
Thy LAW  sets to their Progresse  Bars,
Does Epicycle  their obliquely gliding Cars! 
XLII.
No  Lines, Poles, Tropicks, Zones can  THEE enthrall, 
First MOVER of the Sphearick Ball, 
Above, Beneath, Without, Within, Beyond them All!
XLIII.
What could, but thy All-potent HAND,  sustain
Those Magazines of  Hail, Snow, Rain,
Lest They should fall at once, and deluge  All again?
XLIV.
By Them THOU  Plenty dost to Earth  distill;
And Mans  dependent Heart dost fill:
Windes are  Van-Curriers, &  Postilions to  THY WILL!
XLV.
'Tis That  the ominous Cause of Earth-quakes  bindes
In Subterranean Grotts; That  findes
Strange Ruptures  to enfranchise th' ever-strugling Winds! 
XLVI.
Thy Sandy Cord  do's proudest Surges  bound;
And Seas  unfathom'd Bottoms  sound;
Thy semi-circling Bow  i'th' Clouds thy Covenant  crown'd!
XLVII.
Earths Hinges  hang upon thy Fiat;  set
Midst Air-surrounding Waters,  yet
Stand fixt on That,  like Which,  what is so Firm, so Great!
XLVIII.
Yet Earths  fast Columns  at thy Frown do quake;
And Oceans dreadful Horrors make;
Flints  melt, the Rocks  do rowl, the airie Mountains  shake!
XLIX.
Yea, HEAV'NS SELF  trembled, and the Center  shook,
With thy amazing PRESENCE  strook,
When  POWER of  Pow'rs on  Sina's Mount  His Station took! 
L.
Each Ens  (as linkt to PROVIDENCE,  thy Chain) 
Is govern'd by thy FINGERS Rein! 
THOU, seeing us, we  GRACE; we,  THEE, do  GLORY gain!
LI.
WHO  hast no Eyes  to see, nor Ears  to hear;
Yet   [...] eest, and  hear'st, All -EYE, All -EAR!
WHO,  no where art contain'd, yet art THOU  every where!
LII.
The optick Glass we of thy PRAESCIENCE  may
Call th' Ark,  where all Idaeas  lay,
By which each Entitie THOU  dost at first pourtray!
LIII.
Future Events are praeexistent  here,
As if they lately acted  were;
Then any new dissect Anatomy  more clear!
LIV.
Each where, at once, THOU  totally art still
The same unchang'd; yet, at thy Will,
THOU  changest All; Who, though THOU  art unmov'd, dost fill
LV.
Things that are most remote; In whose Forecast
Contingencies do crowd so fast,
As if, past Things were now, and Things to come were past!
LVI.
Though Acts  on Earth  crosse to thy WILL  are done,
Besides thy WILL  yet acteth None; 
Preceding and succeeding Will, in THEE  are One! 
LVII.
Of whose vast MANNOR  all the Earth's  Demains!
Though Earth,  nor Air,  nor HEAV'N  contains,
Yet each obscurer Grott  thy OMNIPRESENCE  gains!
LVIII.
Though nought accrues to Thy unbounded STATE 
From Spirits, which THOU  didst create,
Yet They  thy GOODNES  and thy LOVE  shall still dilate!
LIX.
THOU,  who mad'st All,  mad'st neither Sin,  nor Death; 
Mans Folly  first gave them  their Breath; 
That did  [...] base whole Nature  with it self  beneath.
LX.
But Sin  to cure, THOU  in a Crib  gav'st Man 
EMANUEL! DIVINE-humane! 
WHO diff [...] ring  Natures joyn'd;  Whose REIGN no  Ages scan! 
LXI.
And  THOU, O MEDIATOR!  THOU, whose  PRAISE,
Like Morning Dewes,  to first of Dayes 
Was sung by  Heav'nly CHORISTERS in  SERAPH LAYES!
LXII.
GOD, by the  HOLY  [...] HOST, begat  THEE, LORD!
Flesh took by the  ETERNAL WORD!
Whose  Self-Eternal EMANATION None record! 
LXIII.
As thy Eternal EMANATION's  past;
So to ETERNITY  shal't last!
In the beginning was the WORD, shews still THOV wast! 
LXIV.
There  GOD in  ESSENCE, One in  PERSONS Three!
Here  NATURES two in  One agree! 
THOU,  sitting in the Midst of TRINAL-UNITY 
LXV.
At Heav'ns High Councel-Table,  dart'st such Rayes, 
As strike ev'n CHERUBS  with amaze! 
Of which the School,  disputing All,  it nothing sayes. 
LXVI.
Search we the Ages  past so long ago,
None, None this MYSTERY  could show,
Till in that Maiden-Birth,  twas acted here below!
LXVII.
A Dove  hatch't in that Nest THY SELF  did build!
A LAMB  that Thine own Flock  does shield!
A Wintersp FLOW'R  that fram'd, from whence it sprung, the Field [...] 
LXVIII
The Iewish Shepherds  all affrighted are,
When HERALDS THEE  proclaim'd i'th' Air!
Yea, Magi  came t' adore, led by a new-born Starre! 
LXIX.
Yet, though thus wond'rously begot,  thus born,
SPONSOR  for us, faln Race, forlorn,
T'ingratiate us with GOD,  becam'st to Man  a Scorn!
LXX.
The  GRACE SELF wast, th ' Honour t ' Evangelize!
The sacred FUNCTION,  as a Prize, 
Thou took'st, yet That  not on, till call'd in Aarons Guize! 
LXXI.
Which GOD  t' Apostolize  did bring to passe,
By th' HOLY GHOSTS  Descent, at Face
Of Jordans  then blest Streams,  of Which John  Witness was!
LXXII.
Thence, led by th' HOLY GHOST  to th' Wilderness, 
There tempted by the Fiends  addresse,
Him  overcam'st by Scriptum est;  Hence our Release!
Then forth thou wentst.—
LXXIII.
Thy  SERMONS, Oracles; ACTS, Wonders were! 
THOSE Faith begot,  THESE OTHERS Fear!
By BOTH,  thus wrought in us, to THEE  our selves we rear!
LXXIV.
THOU  gav'st the Lame  swift Legs, the Blinde  clear Eyes!
THOU  heal'dst all humane Maladies!
THOU  mad'st the Dumb  to speak! THOU  mad'st the Dead  to rise!
LXXV.
And art to Dead Men LIFE,  to sick men HEALTH! 
SIGHT  to the Blinde, to th' Needy WEALTH! 
A PLEASURE  without Pain! a TREASURE  without Stealth!
LXXVI.
LORD, in,  not of  this World,  Thy KINGDOM  is;
Thy chos'n Apostles  preacht thy Blisse, 
That none of all thy Creatures  might SALVATION  misse.
LXXVII.
Abra'ham,  long dead before, yet saw THY DAY, 
In Isaack  born, and Vowes  did pay!
Type  first, then Antitype,  and quicknest every way!
LXXVIII.
Thy Gospel WISDOMS  Academie shew'd;
Thy Mercy, JUSTICE  calm'd; Life,  view'd
Is TEMPERANCE;  Thy Death  the Flag of FORTITUDE! 
LXXIX.
Thou,  Altar, Sanctuary, Sacrifice,
Priest, Bread of  Life do'st All suffice! 
N'ere cloying Feast,  where Appetite  by Food  doth rise!
LXXX.
And, SON  of MAN,  dost Sin  of Man  forgive!
To be THY  Victimes Hearts do strive,
Who liv'dst  that Life  might die,  and di'dst  that Death  might live! 
LXXXI.
Yet dy'dst THOU  not, but that (Spîrit quickned)  free
THOU might'st  Saints Paradised see, 
Rejoyc'd Assurance  give to Them  rejoyc'd in THEE! 
LXXXII.
And that, from thence,  to Satans  gloomy Shades, 
Made Prison  for the damned Hades, 
Thou mi [...] ht'st Thy CONQU [...] ST  shew, Thy GLORY  that ne're fades!
LXXXIII.
Thence loos'd Deaths  Chains from BODY,  up to rear IT, 
That,  when RAIS'D STATE THOU dost inherit, 
THOU  might'st become to us an ever-quickning SPIRIT! 
LXXXIV.
The  FATHER to  reveal gives to  his SON
THEE, HOLY GHOST (thus  THREE in  ONE)
Of All peculiar  SANCTIFYER, yet not Alone!
LXXXV.
The FATHERS  Love, and SONS;  Adoptions Seal,
The SPRING  of Sanctitie, The WEAL 
O'th' Church: THY SELF  in Light of fiery Tongues reveal!
LXXXVI.
O LIGHT  unscann'd! Of Wisdom  every Glance
Beams only from Thy COUNTENANCE; 
Whose STORE,  when empty'd most It self  most doth advance!
LXXXVII.
Whose Fruits are Gentleness, Peace, Love,  and Joy, 
All crown'd with Blisse▪  free'd from Annoy;
Which neither  Time, World, Death, Hell, Devil can destroy! 
L
 [...] XXVIII.
THOU  art a Feast,  fram'd of that fruitfull Fare, 
Which Hungers  wast not, but repair!
A rich Perfume,  no Windes can winnow into Air!
LXXXIX.
A Light  unseen, yet in each Place dost shine!
A Sound  no Art can e're define!
A pure Embrace,  that Times Assault can n'ere untwine!
XC.
Flouds of unebbing Joyes  from THEE  do rowl!
Which, to each Sin-disdaining Soul 
THOU  dost exhibit in an unexhausted Bowl! 
XCI.
This Wine  of EXTASIE,  by th' SPIRIT  giv'n,
Doth raise the ravisht Souls  to HEAV'N! 
Affording them those COMFORTS  are of Earths  bereav'n!
XCII.
Thy UNION  is as strict,  as large  thy MERIT! 
No HEAV'N  but THEE,  which SAINTS  inherit
Th [...] ough Grace,  divinest Sap, deriv [...] d by th' HOLY SPIRIT! 
XCIII.
When Souls  enflamed by that highest LIGHT, 
Fix on Thy glorifying SIGHT, 
All Glories else, compar'd to THAT,  are duskie Night!
XCIV.
When high'st INFUSIONS  passe our highest Sense, 
Amazement is high Eloquence, 
Bove all Hyperboles  which fall to Exigence. 
XCV.
Blest TRINITY, TH' art  ALL; Above All,  GOOD!
Beatitudes  BEATITUDE!
Which swallows us, yet swim we in this LIVING FLOUD! 
XCVI.
TH' art  KING of  Kings, of  Lords LORD! None like  THEE!
Who, for thy Style  hast MAJESTIE! 
And for thy Royal Robes  hast IMMORTALITIE. 
XCVII.
MERCIE for  Throne! for  Scepter JUSTICE hast! 
IMMENSITIE's for  Kingdom plac't! 
And for thy Crown  such GLORIE  as doth ever last!
XCVIII.
For Peace,  what passeth Understandings  Eye!
Pow'r,  IRRESISTABILITIE!
For HOLINES,  All what's most sacred, pure,  and high! 
XCIX.
For  Truth, thy  WORD! WISDOM for  Counsellour!
OMNIPOTENCE  does Guard Thy TOW'R! 
Thou ministring Angels  hast to act thy Soveraign POW'R! 
C.
OMNISCIENCE Thine Intelligencer  is!
For Treasure  Thou hast Endlesse BLISSE!
For Date  ETERNITY! O, swallow me ABYSSE▪
Ite, pii Cantus, Cantus  quibus arduus Aether 
Est Portus; Portum,  quem videt alma Fides. 
Visuram Littus Navem,  sacra Serta  coronent,
Serta  per innumeros non per [...] tura  Dies!
Gloria in excelsis DEO.
THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO VIII. The Admiration. ARGUMENT.
COELI  trina MONAS, TRIAS  una, faveto precanti!
PERSONAS  unâ Tres DEITATE  colo!
Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, Flumen, Gurges  aquartum:
Sic tria sunt unum, Sol, Jubar,  at▪ Calor. 
Th' Elixir  centuplies It self.  But, ô
Myriads of Myriads must She  so,
T'express GODS ESSENCE which no Intellect  can show!
STANZA I.
P Rojection  to my Soul!  Thy SIGHT 's a Wreath
Of GLORY; Thou  dost VIRTUE  breath;
Thy Words,  like sacred Incense,  Fuel, & Flame bequeath.
II.
THOU MAID of  Honour in  HEAV'NS Court! to break 
Thy Gold-twist LINES  shews Judgment  Weak;
Yet deign to hear my Suit;  Of GODS  hid NATURE  speak!
III.
Can Counters  sum up INFINITE▪ Fond Man, 
Could'st grasp whole Oceans  in thy Span, 
And Phoebus  could'st out-face in his Meridian; 
IV.
Tear Rocks  of Adamant,  and scale the Wall 
O'th' glorious Empyraean  HALL;
And Worms  to Super-Eminence of SERAPHS call!
V.
Yet THIS, ev'n then,  thou could'st nor learn,  nor teach: 
The World,  unravell'd, cannot stretch 
To sound th' ABYSSE. IT SELF alone It SELF can reach.
VI.
Of all Intelligencies  not all Light 
Mustred into one Optick Sight, 
Can speak what each where is, yet no where seen to th' He ight! 
VII.
WHO out of Nothing  all Things  did compact;
Whose Will 's His Work, whose Word  his Act:
Of WHOM, who say's the most, must from His WORTH detract?
VIII.
How from the ESSENCE the CREATOR flowes!
Or how the WORD, what Creature  knowes!
How th' SPIRIT, All in't, All from't, do's Heav'ns Assembly  pose!
IX.
Here they, who leave the Churches Ship,  are tost
Till irrecoverably lost!
Whose Rudder  is GODS Word, Steersman,  th' HOLY GHOST.
X.
ARCHESSENCE! THOU, Self-full! Self-Infinite!
Residing in approachlesse LIGHT!
In the INCOMPREHENSIBILITIES of HEIGHT!
XI.
Thy peerlesse uncreated NATURE is
The SUPER-EXCELLENCE of BLISSE!
Where  Holiness &  Pow'r; where  Truth &  Goodness kiss! 
XII.
WHO only in THY SELF subsists, without
Or Form,  or Matter!  yet, no doubt,
Inform'st  the Matter  of the Vniverse  throughout!
XIII.
No Need  compels THEE, no Disasters  sad
Disturb thy STATE, no Mirth  makes glad;
Oblivion  takes not from THEE, nor can Mem'ry  adde!
XIV.
With prudent Rev'rence, Thus.  What ere's in GOD,
His ESSENCE is; There 's His ABode;
Whose Will  his Rule, whose Heav'n  his Court, whose Hell  his Rod.
XV.
He' exists an active ENS, uphoulding both
IT SELF, and every Thing  that doth
Exit; without distinction or of Parts,  or Growth! 
XVI.
Not made by Nothing, Nothing  Nothing makes;
Nor Birth  from any Thing  HE takes;
For, what gives Birth,  precedes: Springs  usher in their Lakes. 
XVII.
Were HE Material,  then HE local  were;
All Matter  be'ing in Place;  So, there
Th' INCIRCUMSCRIPTIBLE would circumscrib'd  appear.
XVIII.
HE'S so diffusive,  that HE'S All in All!
All in  the Universall Ball! 
All out  of It!  The only WAS, the IS, the SHALL.
XIX.
To help thy Reason,  think of Air;  there see
Vbiquitie [...]   unseen, and free
From Touch; Inviolable,  though it pierced  be.
XX.
Meer Air  corrupts not, though conveigh'd unto
All Lungs; for, thither It  does go
To cool them; Quickneth All, as the Worlds Soul  doth show:
XXI.
Moysture  and Heat,  its Qualities,  are Cause
Of all Production:  yet, because
This Element 's a Creature,  GOD CREATOR pause.
XXII.
SELF-LIFE the Attribute  of's BEING is!
His WILL, of Governing! and His 
COMMAND of Execution! and his LOVE of Blisse!
XXIII.
All's ty'd in this Love-knot:  JEHOVAH's LOVE.
Times  Birth the TRINITIE do's prove:
CREATOR made, WORD spake, & SPIRIT of GOD did move:
XXIV.
Let us in our own Image Man create.
Which, Salomon  do's explicate;
Remember the CREATORS in thy youthful State.
XXV.
The FATHER spake, the SON i'th' Stream did move
At his Baptizing;  from Above
The HOLY GHOST descended in the Form  o'th' DOVE.
XXVI.
Of HIM, to HIM, and through HIM all Things be:
Of, through,  and to  declare the THREE;
And in the HIM, the UNITY of GOD we see.
XXVII.
Thus HOLY, HOLY, HOLY'S nam'd, to show
A TERNION we in UNION know:
The Notions  issuing from the TRINE, int' ONE do flow.
XXVIII.
Whil'st that I think on THREE, I am confin'd
To ONE! while I have ONE in Minde,
I am let forth to THREE! Yet THREE in ONE combin'd!
XXIX.
O, Inconceivable INDENTITIE!
In ONE how may a PLURAL be!
COAEQUAL both in ATTRIBUTES, and MAJESTIE!
XXX.
The FATHER is true GOD i'th TERNION:
The WORD unborn, yet after SON:
The SPIRIT GOD Coessential;  THREE, cause THREE from ONE!
XXXI.
The FATHER & WORD are ONE! ONE, shews their Power: 
Are,  distinct PERSONS. ONE does shour
On Tritheits  Vengeance: Are,  does Arrians  devour.
XXXII.
ONE, yet not One!  The FATHER and the SON
In PERSONS two, from FATHER one
By th' SPIRIT; SON is one by Resignation! 
XXXIII.
The WORD is what HE was; yet, once was not
What now HE is! for, HE hath got
A NATURE more then once HE had, to cleanse our Spot!
XXXIV.
For, ne're had Man  from Earth  to Heav'n  attain'd,
Had GOD from Heav'n  to Earth  not deign'd
His SON! now unto GOD Mans  way by MAN is gain'd!
XXXV.
EQUAL, and SON, the form of Servant  takes!
The World,  unmade by Sin,  new makes!
EQUAL, SON, Servant!  All are Mysteries,  not Mistakes! 
XXXVI.
Thus, by free GRACE is Mans Defection  heal'd:
Behold the Mysterie  reveald.
WORD, Aequal;  shado'wing, SON; Unction is Servant  seal'd!
XXXVII.
Because GODS AEQUAL, Serpents  Tempts are quell'd:
Yet HE, as SON, to Death  must yeeld
For us; by Resurrection  to regain the Field. 
XXXVI
 [...] I.
The SPIRIT is true GOD; from Ever HE
Did reign with BOTH! The TRINITIE
COEQUAL, COETERNAL, COESSENTIAL be!
XXXIX.
The FATHER's full, though th' SON hath All engrost!
Nor yet is ought  of this All  lost,
Though th' FATHER give HIM SELF to th' SON by th'H [...] LY GHOST!
XL.
For, though HE freely thus give All his STORE;
Yet hath He INF'INITE, as before!
Conceive for Glimps   [...] some endless Spring,  or Mine  of Ore!
XLI.
What Soul  will have this TRIAD for his Book, 
With Faith  must on the Back-parts  look,
For, with HIS glorious FACE, blind are ev'n SERAPHS strook!
XLII.
By Speculation  from Sols  Substance [...]  we
The FATHER; from its Splendor  see
The SON; from's Heat  the HOLY GHOST. Here, One  is Three. 
XLIII.
The Intellect,  the Memory,  the Will 
Resemblance make o'th' TRINE; These fill
One Soul,  yet are distinct in outward Workings  still!
XLIV.
Thus, to restore from Fall,  we may descrie
THE TRINITY in UNITY!
Inscrutable ABYSSE rebates our weaker Eye! 
XLV.
Be Ever-Ever-Ever blest, ô, TRINE!
Ever UNITEDNESSE divine!
WHO dost as well in Ants,  as in ARCHANGELS shine!
XLVI.
The  Principats, Thrones, Dominations, all 
Archangels, Pow'rs Coelestial
Are Ministers  attending on thy SOVERAIGN CALL!
XLVII.
The Government  'bove Star-embroidred Hall, 
Thus truly is Monarchicall, 
Where All are Kings,  and yet one KING does rule Them All! 
XLVIII.
Lesse then the thousand  Part I have exprest;
Mans Weaknesse  cannot bear the Rest. 
For thy Expresselesse NATURE, LORD, be ever blest!
XLIX.
SOUL of all Sweets! my Love, Life, Joy and Bliss!
To' enjoy THEE'S Heav'n! Hell  THEE to misse!
What's Earths!  Ev'n Heav'n  hath its Beatitude  from THIS!
L.
Remove the Needle  from the Pole-Star,  and
'Tis still with trembling mot [...] on fann'd,
Till it returns. No Fixure  but in GOD does stand.
LI.
To Saints  all other Objects  prizelesse be;
In GOD, the ALL of All, we see:
Feast  to the Taste,  all Beauty  to the Sight  is HE!
LII.
Musick  to th' Ear;  and Those whom HE unites,
Partake with HIM in high'st DELIGHTS!
Spring-tides  of Pleasures  over-whelm their ravisht Sprites! 
LIII.
But, Contraries,  when opposite,  best show,
(As Foils  set Diamonds  off, we know)
See Hell,  where Caitives  pine, yet still their Tortures  grow!
L
 [...] V.
As Metals fierie Waves in Furnace swell,
That Founders  run, to cast each Bell;
This,  not endur'd; more Rage  ten thousand Times is Hell! 
LV.
Where Souls  still rave, adust with horrid Pain! 
They tug, they tear, but all in vain,
For, them from raging Smart,  HOPE never shall unchain!
LVI.
O, that for trash these Esaus  sold their BLISSE!
For Sin,  that worse than Nothing  is!
This desperates  their Rage! How they blaspheme  at This 
LVII.
This Viper  clings, corrodes, 'gainst which no Ward! 
GODS BEATIFICK SIGHT debarr'd,
Renders their Case,  'bove all the Pains  of Sense  more hard! 
LVIII.
O, never-sated Worm!  unpity'd Woes! 
Unintermitted! what Sin  owes,
Hell  payes! The Damn'd  are Anvils  to relentless Blowes! 
LIX.
Fiends  forfeit not their Energie.  There Cain 
Fries, but for one Lamb  by him slain!
O, what Flames  then shall Butchers  of CHRISTS Flock  sustain?
LX.
Earths fatal Mischief,  prosp'rous Thief,  that Thunder 
Which tore the Nations  all asunder,
Whom Just Fate  flew, i'th' Worlds Revenge, that conqu'ring Wonder, 
LXI.
That Ghost  of Philips  hot-brain'd Son  may tell
Heart-breaking Stories  of his Hell! 
Too late He  findes one Soul  did his whole World  excel!
LXII.
There, curs'd Oppressors  dreadful Rackings  feel!
Whose Hearts  were Rocks, and Bowels  Steel!
O, scorching Fire!  (cryes Dives)  for one Drop  I kneel!
LXIII.
Oblig'd is Man,  GODS Steward, to supply
Brethren,  in CHRIST Coheirs,  who lie
Gasping in stiff'ning Frosts,  no Cov'ring but the Skie:
LXIV.
Whose wither'd Skins,  fear as the saplesse Wood,
Cleave to their Bones,  for want of food, 
Seem Natures  Monsters thrown a Shoar by Mis'ries Flood. 
LXV.
Though all their Physick 's but a Diet  spare;
Have no more Earth,  than what they are, 
Nor more o'th' World,  than Graves,  yet in Heav'ns Love  they share.
LXVI.
Inestimable LOVE, from None  bereav'n!
HEAV'N sunk to Earth,  Earth mounts to HEAV'N!
Just JUDGE! to Dives  Hell, to Laz'rus  Heav'n is giv'n!
LXVII.
LOVE, Disengage us  of our selves!  LOVE has
Nor Bi [...] , nor Reins! Rich, 'bove Earths  Mass!
Fixt in Idaeas  of LOVES Soul-inliv'ning GRACE!
LXVIII
O, LOVE! ô HEIGHT, above all Height,  to THINE!
Thy FAVOUR did to Foes  encline!
Unmeasurable MEASURE! endlesse END of Line!
LXIX.
LOVE darts all Thoughts  to its BELOV'D; doth place
All BLISSE in waiting on His GRACE;
It languisheth with Hope  to view HIM Face to Face!
LXX.
And ushers in that BEATIFICK LOVE,
Which so divinely flames Above,
And doth to VISION, UNION, and FRUITION move!
LXXI.
Ice  is a thing distinct from th' Ocean  wide;
But, melted by the Sun,  does glide
Into't, becomes one with't, and so shall e're abide.
LXXII.
Desire 's a Tree, whose Fruit is Love,  the Show'rs
That ripen it are Tears,  the Flow'rs
Are Languors,  Leaves Afflictions,  Blossoms Pray'r-spent  How'rs.
LXXIII.
O, Mental PRAY'R, thy Ioyes  are high! Resort
By Thee 's to GOD! Thou art the Port 
Of inward Peace  from Storms! The Path to SIONS Court! 
LXXIV.
By Pray'r  GOD's serv'd betimes; Remember Who 
The Blessing  got by Wrastling so;
Who early pray,  they healthy, holy, happy  grow.
LXXV.
Then pray, before Lights  rosie Blush  displayes
I'th' Orient Sols  enchearing Rayes, 
When He  from's Opall East  to West  oblikely strayes:
LXXVI.
Before the Cock,  Lights Herald, Day-break  sings
To's Feathr'ie Dames;  ere roost-Lark  springs,
Morns Vsher;  when the Dawn  its mungrell  hour forth brings [...] 
LXXVII.
PRAY'R, Thou art Lifes  best Act, Souls  silent Speech, 
The Gate  of GRACE; Saints  GOD beseech
By Prayer,  but joyn'd with Alms  & Fasts  they HIM besiege!
LXXVIII.
Fasting, the Souls  delicious Banquet,  can
Adde Strength to PRAY'R, feast th' inner  Man,
And throw up to ETERNITY the Bodies Span!
LXXIX.
Fasts, sackcloth, ashes, groveling on the ground 
SAINTS study'd have with Pain,  and found
VVith Ioy,  that what degrades  the Sense, in HEAV'N is crow'nd! 
LXXX.
Prize FAITH, the Shield of Martyrs, Ioyes  Confection,
Souls  Light, the PROPHETS sure Direction,
Hopes  Guide, Salvations  Path, the Pledge  of all Perfection!
LXXXI.
In Faiths  mysterious EDEN make abode;
VVith Iacobs  Staff, and Aarons  Rod
Frequents its Grove,  where none are but the LOV'D of GOD!
LXXXII.
The Radiations  of FAITHS Lamp excite
Such a Colosse  of sparkling Light, 
That Saints,  through worldly Waves  may steer Lifes Course  aright.
LXXXIII.
Being in, not of this World,  They Comforts  rear
Above the Pitch of servile Fear: 
Terrestrial Blossoms  first must die, ere Fruit  They bear [...] 
LXXXIV.
No clogging Fetters  of impris'ning Clay, 
No wry-mouth squint-ey'd Scoff  can stay
Their swift Progression,  soaring in their HEAV'NLY Way!
LXXXV.
Thoughts  on the endlesse Weight of GLORY shall
Render ev'n Crowns,  as Dung,  and all
Afflictions  light, as Chaffe  chas'd on Earths  empty Ball. 
LXXXVI.
The Torch  that shines in Night,  as Eye of Noon,
Is but as Darkenesse  to the Sun: 
Run after Shades,  they fly; fly after Shades,  they run.
LXXXVII.
All worldly Gayes  are Reeds,  without Support,
Fitly with Rain-bow  gleames they sort,
Want Solidnesse;  when gain'd, they are as false,  as short. 
LXXXVIII.
While Fooles,  like silly Larkes,  with Feathers  play,
And stoop to th' Glasse,  are twitcht away,
Amidst their pleasing Madnesse,  to Hels dismall Bay! 
LXXXIX.
O, could embody'd Soules  Sinnes Bane  view well,
Rather in Flames  they'd choose to dwell! 
Not so much Ill,  as Sin,  have all the Paines  of Hell! 
XC.
A smiling Conscience  (wrong'd) does sweetly rest,
Though starv'd  abroad, within doth feast; 
Has HEAV'N It self for Cates,  has GOD HIM SELF for Guest! 
XCI.
May call HIM FATHER;  [...] His Vicegerent  be!
An Atome  of DIVINITIE!
Redeem'd by's SON, by the SPIRIT inspir'd, blest by ALL THREE!
XCII.
His JUDGE becomes his ADVOCATE! hath Care 
To plead  for Him!  The ANGELS are
His Guardians! from his GOD Him Heights,  nor Depths  may scare.
XCIII.
O, Blest, who in His  COURTS their Dayes  do spend!
And on that SOVERAIGN GOOD depend!
His WORD, their Rule;  his SPIRIT, their Light;  HIM SELF their End! 
XCIV.
While Pride  of Life,  and Lust  o'th' Eye  do quite
Dazle the World,  SAINTS out of Sight
Retire, to view their BLISSE: On which some Canto's  write:
XCV.
For, Souls,  sincerely good,  in humble Cell 
Encloystred, neer Devotions  Bell,
By Contemplations  Groves and Springs neer HEAV'N do dwell.
XCVI.
Bright-gifted soaring MINDES (though Fortune  trod)
Are carelesse of dull Earths  dark Clod;
Enricht with higher Donatives;  their PRIZE is GOD!
XCVII.
Farewell.  As vanisht Lightning then She  flies.
O, how in Me  did Burnings rise!
The only Discord was Farewell.  Hearts out-reach Eyes. 
XCVIII.
The Air  respires those quintessential Sweets 
From whence She  breath'd, and who so meets
With Such,  the tuneful Orbs  He in that Zenith  greets.
XCIX.
Dwell on This Ioy,  my Thoughts,  re-act her Part; 
Such Raptures  on thy shuddering Heart 
Make Thee all-Ecstasie [...]   by Spirit-seizing Art! 
C.
Chewing upon those HEAV'N-enchanting Strains, 
My Soul  Earths giddy Mirth disdains;
Fleet Ioy  runs Races  in my Blood  through thousand Veins! 
Contingit gratam victrix Industria  Metam;
Et mea nunc Portu  fessa potire Ratis. 
Est Opus  exactum, Cujus  non poenitet Acti: 
Me juvat at Caepti Summa  videre mei.
—OMNIA in UNO, & in OMNIBUS UNUS.
MIra mih [...]  inter Authorem  & Opus  occurrit Symphonia: Ille Caelebs,  Hoc Virgineum;   [...] lle Philomusicus;  Hoc, ipsum Melos;  Ille Dilectus,  Hoc  [...] Dilect [...] o: Quis en [...] m ad  [...] im Amoris  explicandum, vel copiosiùs dixit, vel impensiùs Opere perfecit, quàm Autor  hîc in sua THEOPHILA? quae tantâ Florum   [...] rietate con [...] ersa est, ut quid priùs legam,  aut laudem,  vix mihi post  [...]  Lectionem constare possit. Quid etiam Jucundiùs Animi Oculis, quàm siti [...] ntem tam coelesti Nect are  Animam adimplere? Sine me Deliciis  igitur istis inebriari: & me Epulis  his [...] e, Mel  & Amorem  spirantibus, jugiter accumbere. Mo [...] us amandi DEUM non habet modum; nullus planè in hoc Genere Excessus datur [...]  Scripserunt De Arte Amandi  Varii, sed imperfectè admodum, & impurè [...] ac si, non tam Amandi  quàm Peccandi Artem  edocere profes [...]  essent: Quia hujusmodi illecebrae, dum sensìm sine sensu Venenum hauriunt, Morbo sine Medelâ afficiunt. Hîc autem sunt Dictu  honesta, Lectu  jucunda, Scitu  utilia, Observatu  digna, & Factu  praestantissima. Eximium ergo hoc felicis Ingenii Specimen,  propter Multiplices Aculeos  in Legentium Animos suavitèr penetrantes, & penitiorem ae [...] ternae Veritatis Cognitionem  instillatam, Aures (que)    harmonice demulcentem, in Lucem  emitti, non possum non laetari.
I am satìs expertus Briticum Mare,  contraho Vela;
Naviget Ausonio  Musa Latina Salo. 
Fallo [...] , an externo  venit Aura  secundior Orbe? 
Portus in  Latios versa  Triremis eat. 
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[figure] Ad piae Poesios Cultum Invitatio. V OS, Eruditionis Candidati, quibus Crux DOMINI Gloriae, Religio Cordi, Integritas Honori, Doctrina Ornamento, Poesis sacra Oblectamento, qui Cupiditates Rationi, Rationem Religioni, ut Christiani,  subjugâstis, cum Musis convivamini devotioribus, ut perpetuâ Posterorum vigeatis Memori [...] . Non ad Mundi deliria, VOS, Animae piè anhelantes sed, fulguris more, ad Sublimia  nascimini. Credite Vosmetipsos DE [...] I Filios, respondete Generi,  vivite Coelo,  PATREM Similitudine re [...] erte; Quid enim evidentius coelestis Originis  Indicium, quàm humano Corpore Mentem Angelicam  circumferre, Vosmetipsos  ergo erigite, Dictatores,  Magna loquimini, Magna viuite; Caeteros, ad inferiora depressos, Quadrupedes non esse natos, paeni [...] eat. O, quàm divina Res est Mens variis ornata Disciplinis! Acquisitio Sapientiae  Carbunculos, & pretiosissimas Orientis Gazas antecellit: Nihil, Vobis,  [...]  Animae, DEI insignitae Imagine,  desponsatae Fide,  dota [...] ae Spir [...] u,  redemptae Sanguine,  deputatae cum Angelis,  capaces Beatitudinis,  aequè sit Curae, quám ut omnes altiores Animi  vestri Vires in summum Illius  Honorem, qui primum Illum Vobis inspiravit Aestum,  ex [...] ratis, Tanti enim est Quis (que)   quanti Mens,  quae, praeter DEUM, nihil excelsius in Terris Seips [...]   complecti potest. Ad Se  igitur revocetur, Secum  versetur, in Se  abeat, Sibi  tota intendat, de (que)   sua  Sublimitate, & Autore  semper adorando, cogitet. Hoc autem praestare non possit, nisi Vitia  Corporis ableget, nisi Avaritiae  & Ambitioni  renuntiet, nisi sui  Juris sit, nisi Se  deni (que)   a Sensibus separata, penitiùs perfruatur; tunc enim ad DEUM, Objectum suum, libera assurgat; Haec autem ipsius  in Seipsam  Conversio a [...]  Defixio,  [...] antae est Voluptatis, ut excogitari nulla in hac Vita possit, quae vel ad aliquam ejus  particulam accedat. Ut igitur  ad summum  hoc Bonum, summis Ingeniis  Propositum, perveniatis, Votis & Vocibus cohortamur: Imo DEUS in Vobis & velle,  & persicere  operetur; Ipse Autor,  Ipse Remunerator,  Ipse Cansa  effectiva & finalis; Cui soli, Nobilissimi, incumbite, & Vnum Hoc  agite [...]  ut vos, DEO & Davidicae  Pietati consecratos, Sedes in GLORIae Templ [...]   aeternae excipiant. Sed, quia [...]  Heroes  alloquimur, heroico  nostram han [...]  Paraenesin Carni [...] e  substringemus.
THEOPHILAE AMORIS HOSTIA. HECATOMBE IX. RECAPITVLATIO. Animae piè anhelantis Descriptio. Beato THEOPHILAE  Virginis Incendio
Quisquis flagrare gestis,
In quo felicior Salamandrâ  triumphes,
Et instar Pyraustae  nascaris, instar Phoenicis  moriaris;
Vt AEVITERNITATI  resurgas,
Non tam vitam deserens,  quam conserens: 
Sanctioris Ovidii  Carmina
Cordis Oculis, & Oculorum Corde perlustres:
Debuissent Incendia  dia Adamantino Stylo
In Tabula IMMORTALITATIS  incîdi;
Sed, quoniam pennae ductibus scribenda fuêre,
Pennas porrigat Scribenti Pietas  pennatior Ave, 
Et centum Oculos Legenti oculatior Argo. 
PORTICUS. Amor erga  Magistrum, &  Sodalem
Languidiùs se movet, & quodamodo vegetat; 
Erga  Parentem &  Conjugem
Expansiùs se exerit, & quasi sentit; 
Erga Patriam,  & Patriae Patrem 
Elatiùs se erigit, & Rationem induit: 
At erga DEVM
Totus Ecstasin patitur, Sese transcendit, 
Nec Modi,  nec Limitis  capax;
Sed,  separatarum instar  Animarum,
Cupit, aestuat, ebullit, anhelat!
Finitus INFINITATEM  ambit, ac suspirat!
ARGUMENTUM. Musa  sacrata struens Aras,  ut NUMEN  honoret,
Calcat, & odit haras,  Musa peligna,  tuas:
Est  Haec, ut  Clytie, studiosa  Pedissequa SOLIS;
Sol DEUS  est, SOLIS  Lumen AMANTIS  amat.
Distichon 1.
MUsa,  silere potes, vaga dum Citharistria  Sylvae
Crispillat tremulo gutture mille Sonos?
2.
Ars  acuit Concepta, Poesis  accuminat Artem; 
Spicula jactet Epos;  jacta coronet Eros: 
3.
Spes  Arcus, sit Amor  tibi Dextra, Fides (que)    Sagitta;
A  Spe missa  Fides, NUMEN Amore petit. 
4.
Est sacrum quod conor Opus: DEUS,  annue Coeptis!
Seminat Ista Fides, Spes  alit, auget Amor. 
5.
Mundus Ager,  Semen VERBUM, DEUS Ipse  Colonus,
Latro  Satan, Lolium  Gens mala; Sancta, Seges. 
6.
Da mihi  Coelipetae Fastigia,  NUMEN, Alaudae;
Mens,  ut Avis,  pennâ remige sulcet Iter [...] 
7.
Nôsse  DEUM, bene posse  BONUM, sunt  Vota Piorum:
Da mihi nôsse  Bonum, da mihi posse, DEUS! 
8.
Notio  non COELI,  sed habet Dilectio  Palmam:
Tu mihi  nôsse dabas  COELICA, velle dabis. 
9.
Quod volo,  quod possum,  quod sum,  Tibi debeo, CHRISTE: 
Quod  sum, quod  possum, quod  volo, CHRISTE, cape. 
10.
Nil video  sine TE,  sapio nil, nil queo;  Solus
SOL  meus es, meus es SAL,  mea sola SALUS. 
11.
Lux, Via, Vita pio,  DEUS; hac  Face, Tramite, Corde,
Qui  videt, it, vivit, non  cadit, errat, obit.
12.
Da cumulem tua  centenis ALTARIA Donis!
Victima sint Versus,  Ara Cor,  Ignis Amor. 
13.
Thura  Preces, Lachrymae Myrrhae,  Pietas (que)   sit Aurum: 
Mentis Opus, Clysmus  Cordis, Amoris Opes. 
14.
Hoc  Hecatombaei TIBI Carminis offero  Libum:
Vt Tu millenos, Nate Davide,  Boves.
15.
Vult pia Musa DEUM!  Quoties volat altiùs, Alas 
Flagitat assiduè, SANCTA COLUMBA,  Tuas!
16.
Ferre per Aethereas  volitante Vigore PHALANGES, 
Fulgida Chrysolithûm Lux  ubi stellat Iter.
17.
Carmine  ducat Amor,  quos terret Concio;  Mentes
Elevet in COELUM,  quò nequit ire Fides! 
18.
Grata repercussi referant Modulamina  Nervi;
Unica  nec nostrae sit Synalaepha  Lyrae.
19.
Vmbra mihi  DEUS.—i, patulae, Maro, tegmine fagi;
Tu,  Siloame, veni;  Castalis Vnda, vale. 
20.
Vana  profanorum calcando crepundia  Vatum,
Spirituale  pius parturit  Author Opus. 
21.
Vita  quid est? Fumus. Quid Forma? Favilla. Quid Aurum? 
Idolum. Quid Honos?  Bulla. Quid Orbis?  Onus:
22.
Vita repentè fugit, citò  Forma polita recedit,
Aurum fallit,  Honor deficit,  Orbis hebet. 
23.
Vita Voluptatis brevis est,  Vitae (que)   Voluptas;
Non capit illa DEO  quid sit AMANTE  capi.
24.
Illa maritali  quae Taeda parata Leandro, 
Illa Sepulturae  Taeda parata fuit.
25.
Mille Viae Morti,  proh, mille! sed unica Vitae: 
Crimina qui non hîc eluet,  ille luet. 
26.
Bellica faedifragos  pessundabit Ira Tyrannos: 
Non  Vobis, Sceleri vincitis;  Vltor adest. 
27.
Peccantûm Limen,  Peccati linquite  Semen;
Contagem ducit Proximitate  Pecus.
28.
Hinc, Josephe,  fugis, fugis hinc sine Veste, Johannes; 
Proh Dolor!  Ipse manes, Petre,  manendo negas!
29.
Conscia Mens  Noctes (que)  , Dies (que)  , Domi (que)  , Foris (que)  
Pungitur: In Sese  Verbera Tortor  agit!
30.
Jussa  decem, bis sex Credenda,  Sacratio Caenae, 
Heu, nimis in Templis, LEGE  loquente, silent!
31.
Grex  perit hinc! Veniet, quâ nou speratur in horâ,
JUDEX:  Terribilis Sontibus ULTOR  adest!
32.
Nec Prece,  nec Pretio,  nec Fraude,  nec Arte,  nec Irâ
Vincitur! In Paenas Flamma  perennis erit!
33.
Imbre rigante Genas, quoties Tibi CHRISTE,  querebar,
Nocte vigil, nullo Teste, MEDELA,  veni!
34.
Aspicis,  & Pateris?  Scelus omne repelle, Colonus 
Nec great Arma  suâ quâ serit Arva  Manu!
35.
Vis, Amor,  est exorsa DEO;  data GRATIA  gratìs;
Hanc Vim THEIOPHILAE  Nomine Musa  vocat.
36.
Vreris ignifluis confossa THEOPHILA  Telis!
Sacra  beatificans si cremet Ossa  Calor,
37.
Quo magìs ardescis,  magìs, hoc, sis Follis  ad Ignes;
Omnibus exundet,  qui calet intùs, AMOR. 
38.
Vre Tepescentes,  Vires (que)  , Calentibus  adde;
Igne crema, recrea  Lumine, Mente bea. 
39.
Et Mare tentanti Pharos [...]   esta, BENIGNA, Poetae, 
Dum pandit Vento  Lintea plena sacro! 
40.
Vela pius Genius,  Tu Sidus, Acumina  Remi,
Vates  Nauta, Salum Vena, Poema  Ratis.
41.
Confecro Fraena  tuae moderanda Poetica  Dextrae;
Sunt Donantis  Honor, sed CAPIENTIS  Amor.
42.
Stringe  soluta, recude  proterva, revelle  prophana,
Supple  manca, poli  scabra, superba preme. 
43.
Irrita sulphurei  rides Crepitacula Mundi; 
Regna (que)   pro  Nidis, quae  fabricantur, habes. 
44.
Despicis Orbis  Opes, opulentior Orbe,  minor (que)  
Orbis,  majori pulchrior Orbe,  micas.
45.
Congestas effundis Opes,  releventur ut Aegri: 
Sic ab Amante  tuo semper amére DEO. 
46.
Scis (que)    DEUM, notum (que)   doces,  doctum (que)   vereris; 
Praxis habet  Cultum; Quae  canis, illa  facis.
47.
Osa Malis,  pretiosa Piis,  Lyra viva Poetis, 
Casta  Fide, Genio candida, chara  DEO.
48.
Sylva Smaragdicomas  quae ventilat, invidet Auro
Crinis,  & ad Cirros GRATIA  trina rubet.
49.
Gaudia tot spargunt splendentia Sidera  Vultûs,
Quot fovet Attis,  Apes, quot gerit Aethra  Faces.
50.
Invidet igniparis  Adamantinus Ardor Ocellis, 
Vibrat abindè sacras Pupula  casta Faces.
51.
Emula puniceis  Tinctura Corallina Labris; 
Livet ad Ambrosias  pensilis Vva Genas. 
52.
Mirarer Labri (que)    Rosas, & Lilia Malae, 
Mala  sed exuperat Lilia, Labra  Rosas.
53.
Suavia mellifluo  dimanant Verba Palato, 
Verbula Nectareis  limpidiora Cadis. 
54.
Quas non  Delicias, radiantibus ebria Guttis, 
Psaltria  dia, creas! Ore  Mel, Aure  Melos.
55.
Spiras Tota  Crocos, Violas, Opobalsama, Myrrhas,
Bdellia, Thura, Cedros, Cinnama Narda, Rosas.
56.
Ruris Aroma  Rosas. Quot Cantica  sacra profundis,
Tot paris Ore  Favos, tot jacis Ore  Faces.
57.
Dum jaciuntur ab Ore Favi,  superae (que)   Favillae,
Pascor, ut  incendar; Flamma dat ipsa  Dapes!
58.
Languet  Olor dum spectat  Ebur Cervicis: Ad  AGNUM
Haec Via  susceptum Lactea  monstrat Iter.
59.
Ningit in Alpinis  mansura Pruina Papillis; 
Anser  es His Cornix, Nix  nigra, sordet Olor. 
60.
Vellera cana Nivis, Manibus  collata, lutescunt;
Figis ubi Gressum  pressa resultat Humus. 
61.
Lilia  Lacte lavet, Violas  depurpuret Vvâ,
Aere Crocos  tingat, Murice, Flora, Rosas; 
62.
Nec potis est meritam Tibi  texere Flora  Corollam;
Te, nec hyperbolicus,  dum cano, Cantor  ero.
63.
Floribus  omnigenis, Gemmis (que)    nitentibus ardens,
Tu  Paradisiaci PRAEDA videris  Agri.
64.
Quaelibet in Vitâ VIRTUS  sic aequa relucet;
Vt dubitetur an haec, illa,  vel ista  praeit.
65.
Desuper extat Amor;  Tibi Mens  contermina Coelo, 
Regnat  Honor, radiat  Forma, triumphat  Amor.
66.
Illud es Elixir,  Chymicâ quod protinùs Arte,
Mutet in auratas me, rude Pondus,  Opes.
67.
Igne Cinis  fit agente Vitrum;  micat Igne  Metallum;
Corpus & hoc  fieri SPIRITUS Igne  potest.
68.
Magneti  salit è Ferro  celer Ignis  Amoris;
Imò Silex  faculas, quis putet? intus alit.
69
Durius at Saxo  nil est, nil mollius Igne: 
Dura sed ignitus Saxa  resolvit AMOR. 
70.
Haec meditans,  quis non Facibus soluatur Amoris? 
Tu Charis  es, Studiis Tu Cynosura  meis.
71.
Gemmula  Mentis, Ocella  Sinûs, pia Flammula  Cordis:
Incepi Duce  Te, Te Duce  caepta sequar.
72.
Sponsa creata  DEO, Virtutum  fulgida Caetu, 
Jus colis,  Affectus supprimis,  Acta regis. 
73.
Est Tibi Vita DEUS,  Pietas Lex,  Gloria CHRISTUS, 
Expetis HUNC,  Tibi Qui semper AMORE  praeit.
74.
Quid Te, CHRISTE, Crucem  perferre coegit? Amoris
Ardor! Amaroris Pignus  Amoris erat! 
75.
Factus Amans,  fit & Esca DEUS!  Te nutrit IESUS: 
O  BONITAS! Quales  Hoc in  AMANTE Dapes!
76.
Est mihi CHRISTUS  (ais) Laus, Splendor, Aroma, Triumphus,
Musica, Vina, Dapes, Fama, Corona, DEUS. 
77.
Omnia Tu  JESUS! prae TE, nihil  Omnia! COELUM
Exploraturae, quàm mihi sordet Humus! 
78.
Orbis es Exilium,  Mors Ianua, Patria  COELUM;
Dux sit Amor,  Baculus Spes,  Comes alma Fides. 
79.
Diffluat in Gemmas Oriens,  in Carmina COELUM; 
Nec Meritis Oriens,  nec POLUS  aequa ferat.
80.
Fac timeam,  fac amem;  Quae Te timet,  acriùs ardet; 
Nempe tui Cultûs Fons Timor,  Amnis Amor. 
81.
Vox tua  Norma mihi; Tibi  Palmes adhaereo  VITI;
Totus es IPSE  mihi, sim tua tota DEUS! 
82.
Comprecor exaudi,  patior succurre,  molestor
Auxiliare, premor  protege, flagro  fave!
83.
TE  voco, laudo, rogo, colo, diligo, quaero, REDEMPTOR, 
Affectu, Prece, Re, Spe, Pietate, Fide!
84.
Si  TE contueor,  liquefio, perusta  Favillis;
Ni  TE contueor, sum  glaciata Gelu!
85.
O, Facibus  superadde Faces,  ut Tota liquescam! 
Sim vel Mortis  Odor, sim vel Amantis  Amor.
86.
Grata Procella, jugum  mihi gratum, gratus & Ignis, 
Me quibus  immergit, deprimit, urit AMOR!
87.
Non  mea sum, sed  Amore DEI languesco!  Sorores,
Me stipate Rosis,  languet Amore Sinus! 
88.
Nil Animantis  habet, quae Pectore vivit Amantis: 
Hoc in Amore  mihi sit mora nulla mori! 
79.
Unio  sit Nobis, Animam (que)   liquamur  in unam!
Vna (que)   Vita  Duos stringat, Amor (que)    Duos!
80.
Tu  super Omne  places! Tua sum, Tu  noster, & Ambos 
Mutuus Ardor  agit, possidet unus Amor. 
81.
Uror  [...] o; Redamatur  Amor! Voto (que)  ; fruiscor! 
Dum quod Amans  redamor, dum quod Amante  fruor.
82.
O, quid Amare!  Quid est Redamari! GAUDIA  nacta
Tanta, stupendo  tacet! Tanta, tacendo  stupet!
83.
Vivo  DEO, morior  Mundo, moriendo  resurgo;
Indè, catenato Dite,  triumphat AMOR. 
84.
Sic amet omnis Amans,  sic immoriatur Amanti: 
Vt Lyra, Lusciniae  Vita (que)   Mors (que)  ; fuit.
85.
Si mea Lumen  habent, si Nomen  Carmina; Lumen 
Ex Oculo SPONSI, Nomen  ab Ore venit.
86.
Argus eat, qui  Talpa venit, radiatus  Amore;
Vates  Sperati fidus Amoris ero. 
87.
Cingant THEIOPHILAE  potiùs mea Tempora  Lauri,
Quàm gemmans  Capiti sit Diadema  meo.
88.
Nam, quid erunt, Animae  Damno, Diademata  Mundi?
Celsa ruunt, fugiunt Blandula, prava necant. 
99.
Vt praesens  novit, sic postera  noverit Aetas, 
Sivc premamus Humum,  Sive premamur Humo.
100.
Finis Fine  caret, nec Terminus ullus Amantem 
Terminat;  Hîc Modus  est non habuisse Modum. 
Imus in Albionis,  Freta per Latialia,  Littus;
Siste Britannales, Hâc Vice, Musa, Pedes.
Anglica num praestent  Latiis, Briticisve Latina
Scire velim: Placeant quae magìs, Illa  dabo.
THEOPHILAS LOVE-SACRIFICE. CANTO IX. The RECAPITVLATION. And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire 
Of VIRGIN fair THEOPHILA,
Joy, Salamander,  in that Flame;
Thou so, Pirausta  born, may'st like the Phoenix  burn,
That to ETERNITIE thou rise,
Not losing  Life, but sowing  well the same:
A holier Ovids  smoothed Verse
With Eyes of Heart, with Heart-all-Eyes, behold:
Such sacred Flames  by Adamantine Hand
Ought to be plac't in lasting Vrns; 
But, 'cause these Writings  needed Aid of Pens,
Virtue, than Birds  more swift, unto the Scribe  lend Wing,
And let the Readers  Care more Eyes  than Argus  bring.
The PORTICO. Love to the Master,  and the Mate 
Stirs it self feebly in Lifes lowest Sphear; 
That to our Parent,  and the Bed
More large extends, and breathes a Life  of Sense; 
That to our Countrey,  and its Sire 
Self raises loftier in Reasons Air: 
But, That  to GOD,
Ravisht with Ecstasie,  It self transcends, 
Nor Bounds,  nor Limits  would It own;
But, narrow'd That (like Lovers,  kept apart)
Warms, heats, yea boyls, boyls up and over!
Longs for th' Eternal,  sighs for HIM, beyond that Lover! 
THE ARGVMENT. Blest Muse  the Altar  builds, where LOVE'S ador'd;
And throweth down, loose Wit,  thy Nest abhorr'd:
She, Clytie -like, to th' Sun  of Glory  turns;
GOD is her Sun,  with Light  of ZEAL She burns.
Distick 1.
MVSE,  canst be silent,  when each charmed Grove
Harbours a thousand warbling Notes  of Loue? 
2
Art  whets the Minde,  and Hymns  set Edge on Art: 
Dart up an Epod;  ZEAL, crown thou the Dart. 
3.
Hope  be thy Bowe, thy Hand Love,  Faith the Shaft; 
Let Hope  shoot Faith  to GOD with Loves  strong Draft. 
4.
Sacred's my Theme;  may my first Fruits  HIM please!
Faith  plants, Hope  nourishes, Love  ripens These.
5.
This World 's the Field, GOD sows, his WORD the Seed,
Satan  the Thief, the Good,  Corn, th' Ill  the Weed.
6.
LORD, mount me to the Pitch of Larks  on High; 
That I, as Birds  wing'd Oars, may cut the Skie! 
7.
SAINTS would know GOD, so, as they Good  may doe:
Let me both know  this Good,  and act  It too!
8.
HEAV'NS Love,  not knowledge  doth the Palm  acquire:
Who Heav'nly Knowledge  gave, will give Desire, 
9.
That Ought I will, can, am,  is, CHRIST, from Thee: 
CHRIST, what I am, can, will,  accept from me! 
10.
No Light, Tast, Strength without THEE; Thou alone
Art Health  unto my Soul, my Salt,  my Sun. 
11.
Thou,  Light, Way, Life; who  sees, walks, liveth by 
That  Flame, Path, Strength, does not  fall, fail▪ nor  die.
12.
Upon thy Altars  let my Verses  prove
The Victime, Heart  the Altar, the Fire Love! 
13.
Pray'r Frankincense,  Tears Myrrhe,  be Gold,  Souls Health:
The Minds  best Work, Hearts  Laver, & Loves  Wealth.
14.
I This Verse-Hecatomb  to THEE do bring;
As Solomon  his numerous Offering. 
15.
The pious Muse  courts HEAV'N; when highest Things
She soars for, still She  craves, BLEST DOVE, thy Wings!
16.
With active Plumes  flye up to th' ANGEL-QUIRE,
Where Chrysolites  to gild thy Way  conspire.
17.
Love  may Them lead by Verse,  whom Sermons  fright;
Bring Them, where Faith  comes not, into Heav'ns  Light.
18.
O may our Numbers  in sweet Musick flow;
Nor the least Harshnesse of Elisions  know!
19.
Shade me, ô LORD! I seek not Virgils  Tree;
Hence Springs  prophane; Glide, Siloam,  by me!
20.
Trampling vain Labours▪  with loose Wits  defil'd,
The Hallow'd BRAIN brings forth a Spritely Childe. 
21.
What's Life?  a Vapour; Beauty?  Ashes; Gain? 
An Idol; Honour?  Bubble; the World?  vain:
22.
Life  flits away, and Beauty  wanes at full,
Gold  cheats, and Honour  fades, the World  is dull.
23.
Life Pleasure's  short, and Pleasures Life  is vain;
It knowes not highest Blisse,  GODS LOVE, to gain.
24.
That Torch  which flam'd so bright in Hero's  Room▪
Did light her lov'd Leander  to his Tomb.
25.
To Death  a thousand Wayes, to Life  but one:
For Sin  who groans not, he for Sin  shall groan.
26.
Arm'd Wrath perfidious Tyrants  throwes from high;
They  conquer Right, Sin Them;  Th' AVENGER'S nigh.
27.
Sinners  first Steps, Sins  Seed, and Fruit avoid;
Many  by neer Infection  are destroy'd.
28.
Kill Vice  i'th' Egge: Iohn, Ioseph,  Robelesse fly;
Peter,  Thou stay'st, and stay'st but to deny!
29
By Night and Day, at Home, and when Abroad,
Guilt  stings the Soul,  and thereon layes its Load! 
30.
Of Decalogue, Creed, Supper  of the LORD,
Though Laws  speak loud, our Church  hath scarce a Word! 
31.
Hence Flocks  are pin'd. The JUDGE in Time will come
Unthought of: Neer to Guilt 's the AVENGERS Doom!
32.
Nor Pray'r,  nor Price,  nor Fraud,  nor Rage,  nor Art 
Can help; Ah, fear then Flames eternal Smart!
33.
Wet-cheekt, how oft I've moan'd to THEE my DEAR,
All Night awake, alone, ô Cure,  appear!
34.
Seest THOU, and suff'rest? Stop Sins  Course, & Birth;
Let not that Hand bear Arms, that sowes the Earth.
35.
LOVES Pow'r's infus'd from GOD, a free-giv'n Grace;
THEOPHILA from Love  takes Name  and Race. 
36.
Thou burn'st, pierc't THEOPHIL, with firie Dart;
If blessed Heat enflames thy vigorous Heart,
37.
The more Thou burn'st, the more be Bellows  still;
As thy Flames  grow, Let those Flames  Others fill!
38.
Heat the Luke-warm,  to Those, more hot,  give Fire;
Bless GOD; Refresh with GRACE, enflame Desire. 
39.
The Poets Pharos  be that sets forth sail,
While he steers sheet-fill'd with a holy Gale. 
40.
Pure Wit's  the Sails, quick Iudgement  Oars, Thou  th' Star;
Pilot the Scribe,  Sea Vein,  the Ship Hymns  are.
41.
I give Wits  Tackling to thy guiding Hands: 
Honour  in giving, Love  in taking stands.
42.
Binde up what's loose,  what's rash  new-mold, refell
What's ill, lame  help, smooth rough,  depress what swell. 
43.
Thou slight'st Earths  ratling Squibs,  with Sulphur fill'd:
Kingdoms  such Nests  are as the Birds  do build.
44.
Above all Worldly Wealth  thy Riches  rise;
Thy Microcosm  the Macrocosm  out-vies.
45.
Thou lay'st out hoarded Gold  the Poor  to aid;
So, with GODS Love,  thy Love  to GOD's repaid.
46.
Thy sacred Skill  imparted Reverence  breeds;
Thy Worship 's Practise,  and thy Words  are Deeds. 
47.
Fiends  Hate, Saints  Prize, whence Lyrick Strings  sound clear,
Of spotless Faith,  pure Minde,  to th' HIGHEST dear.
48.
The  Emerald-Grove envies thy  golden Hair,
Whose Curls  make GRACES blush Themselves more fair.
49.
As many Ioyes  thy starry Beauties  shed,
As Bees  in Attis, Gems  in Skies  are spred.
50.
The Diamond  sparkleth Rage  at thine Eye-Beams, 
Whose chast Orbs  brandish thence their sacred Gleams. 
51.
The Coral  Die is blankt at Lips  so red,
And livid Grapes  at rosie Cheeks  hang head:
52.
I'd gaze o'th' Lili'd Cheek,  and the Lips Rose, 
But ô, thy Cheek,  thy Lip  surpasseth those!
53.
Grace  pours sweet-flowing Words  from charming Lips, 
Sparkling 'bove Nectar  which i'th' Crystal  skips.
54.
Rare PSALTRESSE, with Heav'n -drops inebriate,
What Sweets  to Mouth,  and Ear  dost Thou create?
55.
Sweet Violets, Saffron, Balm, Myrrhe from Thee  flowes,
Bdell, Incense, Cedar, Cinn'amon, Nard, the Rose.
56.
The Rose, Swains Spice: Such Heav'n-dew'd Verse  dost frame,
As sweet as Honey-comb,  as bright as Flame. 
57.
While Combs,  and Flames  divine from THEE are cast,
I'm fed, as fir'd; Ev'n Flames  do nurse my Taste! 
58.
The Swan  pines at thy Neck;  This Milkie Way 
Doth Steps, begun to th' Holy LAMB, display.
59.
There fals on thine Alp-Breasts  a lasting  Snow,
To which Snow 's black, Swans  foul, the Goose  a Crow.
60.
The hoary Frost  turns Durt, vi'd with thy Hand, 
And, where thy Fooot  does tread, it prides the Land. 
61.
On Lilies  Milk, on Violets  Purple throw,
On Saffron  Gold, Scarlet o'th' Rose  bestow;
62.
Wreaths, worthy Thee,  fair Flora  ne're can weave;
Nor can our highest Strains  THEE higher heave.
63.
With all-bred Flowr's,  & glitt'ring Buds  THOU beam'st;
As if t'have cropt all Paradise THOU seem'st.
64.
Each Vertue 's in thy Life,  so pois'd, so fine;
What's first? This? That?  or T'other?  since All  shine.
65.
Love  to thy Soul  deriv'd is from Above, 
Where Honour  reigns, sparks Beauty,  triumphs Love. 
66.
In Chymick Art  Thou my Elixir  be;
Convert to Gold  the worthlesse Dross  in me.
67.
Fire makes of Ashes Glass,  makes Metals  shine;
This Fire  my Body  may to Spirit  calcine.
68.
Enamour'd Ir'on  does to the Magnet  flie;
Yea Sparks  in hardest Flints  concealed lie.
69.
Nothing more hard than Stone,  more soft than Fire; 
Yet Stones  are melted by inflam'd Desire. 
70.
Is't so? Who'd not dissolve in Flames  of Love? 
Be THOU the Grace,  Thou my Thoughts Loadstar  prove.
71.
Mindes Gemme,  Eyes Apple,  Hearts intenser Flame; 
THOU shew'dst the Way,  I'll prosecute the Same. 
72.
For GOD created, bright in VIRTUES Train,
Weigh'st Right,  quell'st Passions,  & o're Deeds  dost reign.
73.
GOD is thy Life, Law  Virtue, Glorie CHRIST;
HIM, who leads Thee  by Love, Thou  lov'st HIM high'st.
74.
CHRIST, to endure the Cross,  what did THEE move?
The Pledge  of Bitterness  was Pledge  of LOVE!
75.
IS GOD both Meat,  and Lover?  CHRIST thy Food? 
What Banquet  is This LOVER! As Sweet,  as Good! 
76.
CHRIST's Spice  (Thou say'st) Light, Triumph, Praise  to me;
Musick, Wine, Feast, Fame, Crown, GOD;  All to Thee. 
77.
LORD, Thou art All  in All! Thou  lost, All's nought;
How base seems muddy Earth,  where HEAV'N is sought!
78.
Earth 's Exile, Death  the Gate, my Home 's Above;
My Staff's Hope, Faith  Companion, Leader Love. 
79.
Turn Indie  into Iewels,  HEAV'N to Verse, 
Nor Indie  can thy Worth,  nor HEAV'N reherse.
80.
Let me Thee fear, and love; Fear Loves  Heat blowes;
Fear  is DEVOTIONS Fount, whence LOVE o'reflowes.
81.
Thy Word's my Rule, I cleave to THEE, my Vine; 
LORD, Thou art All  to me, I'm wholly Thine. 
82.
O, hear my Pray'r,  my Suff'rings  bear, my Task 
Take off, redresse my Wrongs,  grant what I ask!
83.
With Pray'r, Desire, Faith, Zeal, Hope, Deed I call,
Laud, seek, love, pray, worship THEE All in All.
84.
If I behold THEE, I'm all flaming Spice; 
If not behold THEE, I'm congeal'd to Ice! 
85.
Adde Flames to Flames,  that I may melt  away!
Be I belov'd of THEE, or else Deaths  Prey!
86.
Sweet Seas,  light Yoke,  a friendly Flame  I finde,
Which me with Love  doth drown,  and burn,  and binde. 
87.
I'm not mine own,  but faint for GOD above!
Rose-deck me VIRGINS, for I'm sick  of LOVE!
88.
Nought of a Liver,  hath a Lovers  Heart;
Or, live  belov'd, or Life-bereft,  depart!
89.
Let us  be One!  In One, Two  melted flow!
Let one Life,  as one Love,  inform us Two! 
90.
My only Ioy,  I'm Thine;  THOU mine; and Both 
The like Flame  burns; Th' One  loves, as t' Other  doth.
91.
Fire! Fire! Love  is Belov'd! My MAKER'S mine!
Loving,  I'm lov'd!  while with my SPOUSE I twine!
92.
O Love belov'd!  Her, who such Ioyes  partakes▪
Silence makes  Wonder, Wonder Silence makes! 
93.
To HEAV'N I live, to Earth  I die; dying rise!
So, Hell  being chain'd, LOVE takes the Victors  Prize.
94.
Lovers  so love, as for the Lov'd  to die!
As Stradas  Lute was Life  and Destinie. 
95.
If these my Layes  have either Light,  or Name, 
Name  from thy Word, Light  from thy Grace  doth flame.
96.
Who came a Mole,  goes Argus  hence by LOVE;
I shall Faiths  Priest to hopefull Charis  prove.
97.
THEOPHILAS Bayes  to Me more Honour  brings,
Than Gems  that blaze  on the proud Heads  of Kings. 
98.
For what boot worldly Crowns  with SOULS losse bought,
Heights  fall, spruce Courtship  fades, Vice  brings to nought.
99.
We may hereafter,  as we now  have found
The Voice  of Fame  above, so, under Ground. 
100.
The Last  shall last; Term  can't Vacation  lend
To th' LOVER; Here 'tis End  to have no END.
To see, not know, is not to see:
Then, let our English Reader  be
Warn'd, not on Latian Alps  to roam;
The next Vales path will lead Him  home.
PRAELIBATIO AD THEOPHILAE AMORIS HOSTIAM: Quae unica Cantio à Domino ALEX. ROSSAEO in Carmen Latinum conversa est. CANTIO I. ARGUMENTUM.
Evigiles, surgas, divini Rector Amoris;
Delicium priûs explores, quàm Gaudia tentes:
Ad Coelos Cursum tandèm pia Vota gubernent.
Tristichon I.
M Utua si Mentes agerent Commercia Secum,
Angelicum in Morem, terrenâ Mole solutae,
Intuitu quales possent effundere Cantus!
II.
Spiritus ut subitô si sublimetur, abibit
In Fumum, nimium chymicus nisi temperet Aestum;
Haud alitèr perit omne nimîs subtile Noema.
III.
Aurum, Sole satum, Terrae inter Viscera clausum,
Non pretio cessit, quamvis non splenduit aequè,
Qualiter excoctum flagranti fulgurat Igne.
IV.
Mens age, nunc Famae Sphaeram conscende per Orbes▪
Errat enim quisquis non Cursum dirigit illuc:
Virtutis Comites, Aures adhibete Docenti.
V.
Ergò, nè Veneris lascivae Praelia, Cornu
Vocali accensa, aut Oculis flammantibus Igne,
(Formae Armis) cedant inopinis Pectora Plagis.
VI.
Quarum pestiferis Oculis, jaculantibus Ignem,
Virginitatis Honos purus maculatur, & ipsa
Mens capitur Laqueis fictarum incauta Comarum.
VII.
Aspice Captivum Veneris, qui transigit Aevum
In fervente gelu, colit Umbram; at (que)   Ingeniosum
Se credens, scribit, delet, lacerat (que)  , furit (que)  .
VIII.
Ejus Opes Fragmenta quidèm sunt Comica, quorum
Praesidio superat Tenariffae Verticis auram.
Sol Tibi scintilla est, Tu Lumine Sidera vincis.
IX.
Victrix Flamma tuis Oculis micat acribus, Orbes
Obnubas geminos lucentes, n [...] m (que)   rigentem
Accendent Monachum, vel fiam Morte Bidental.
X.
Ob Gemmas Indi  penetrant Saxa, Aethiopes (que)   
Oceanum ob Conchas, pretiosis Pellibus instat
Tartara Gens;  Omnes ejus dant munera Templo.
XI.
Flagrantes dimitte Genas, quae fulgure nostras
Perstringis Oculorum Acies, non ferre valentes
Tales Angelico radiantes Lumine Vultus.
XII.
Estne Helene, Trojana Lues, at (que)   Angelus  idem?
Passio non domita est insanae Mentis Idolum:
Multae se fucant, Paucae Virtutibus ornant.
XIII.
Veriùs hoc nihil est; Cutis alba, rubore Rosarum
Permista, eximium Lumen ne Mentis obumbret,
Nevè Animae Visum penetrantem obnubulet unquam.
XIV.
Ure Odas, Veneris  Stratagemata chartea; Ludos
Effuge, sunt Flammae; fabrices ne Vinc'la, Dolos (que)  
Neve loquare Oculis; Oris Commercia vita.
XV.
Spumea nonne audis Cerebella, & inania, ut intùs
Et rugeant, nec non Joviali in Crimine Potu
Luxurient, saltent (que)   furentes, atque cachinnent?
XVI.
Praedatas Cellas siccate, & mox Rationem
Luxuriae Vinclis submittite; per Freta Vini, &
Mellis arundinei Scopulos date vela furentes.
XVII.
Ad Senii Mare mortiferum transmittite Curas:
Quadrupedem effraenem defessi agitate Furoris
Bacchantes, Rabiem in Vini monstrate Theatro.
XVIII.
Turgescant Vino Carchesia, donec in altum
Provehimur Bacchi, Terrae (que)   Vrbés (que)   recedant:
Omnia sorbemus, sit ibi Naupactia Classis.
XIX.
Aplustrum simul & Carchesia pandite, Fluctus
Horrisonos Fremitus superemus; Plura Salutis 
Naufragia hìc, quàm cum cecinerunt Monstra marina.
XX.
Amphora quae (que)   parit (signato, Prome,) Pyropum;
Et tinctae Baccho Buccae, mihi saepè videntur
Tediferae, quoties Gemmis  micat undi (que)   Nasus. 
XXI.
Cantibus alternis Homines sese esse negantes,
Exleges fiunt. Titubant, sese (que)   volutant,
At (que)   Pedes sinuant, potant Circaea Venena.
XXII.
O, tumulatae Animae, vivae putrescitis! us (que)  
Ad Faeces Vester liquefit Sal: Quis (que)   coercet
Naturam, & Mortem accelerat, Spernit (que)   Salutem.
XXIII.
Insontes Pecudes vestros odêre Liquores
Cum Nugas Vomitu & Punctis distinguitis: Aci,
In Vino & Somno; Proceres nisi Fumus & Umbra.
XXIV.
Mallem condiri Muriâ, quàm Nectare dulci
Putrere. Invitat miseros nunc Alea, Mensae
Illaqueant, nunquam felix datur Exitus illis.
XXV.
Sed sine Mente uno jactu Patrimonia perdunt:
Obscurant Noctem cum decipit Alea Diris.
Vincitur en Victor; num Victus vincere posset?
XXVI.
Denis & septem Cubitis si Nilus inundat
Fertilis Egypti  Campos, miseranda sequetur
Esuries, Tabes sequitur sic saeva Nepotes.
XXVII.
Dicite vos pictae, vos, dicite, Papiliones,
Gaudia quae Veris pensatis falsa, quid estis
Lucratae, ex infrugiferis Nugis (que)   caducis?
XXVIII.
Stulti qui propter Nugas divenditis Aurum,
Dicite, num caleat quae Flamma est picta? Voluptas
Num stimulans juvat? ô, angustum Coelum, inferius (que)  !
XXIX.
Ite, & Deliciis (fruitur queîs Bestia sola)
Gaudia mutetis vera; at Gens impia turget
Deliciis; CHRISTUS flevit; Gens optima luget.
XXX.
Nil nisi terrenum cupiunt Animalia Bruta;
Coelestes Animae coelestia Gaudia quaerunt;
Ast Homines mediae Naturae Dona requirunt.
XXXI.
Gens humana foret si moles Corporis expers,
Angelicae Naturae esset; si Mente careret,
Brutiginae: Caro Brutorum est, Mens Angelicorum.
XXXII.
Principio Deus Hos univit, subjiciendo
Sensum Judicio Rationis, tùm moderando
Affectum Arbitrio Mentis, verum inficiendo
XXXIII.
Libertatem Animae, Crimen concussit, ut Ip [...] ae
Jam nequeunt habitare simul, nisi Lucta sequatur;
Nec sine Tristitiâ divelli posse videmus.
XXXIV.
Jam valeat Mundus fallax, spinosa Voluptas
Cui Cordi est, quod perdit amat, quod Nobile spernit.
I, Cole nunc Vitium, ride Virtutis Amantes.
XXXV.
Mellito Cyatho, at Felle Aspidis haud meliore,
Inficis incautas Animas ad Tartara, semper
Mortales Magico & fallaci decipis Ore.
XXXVI.
Dum Tempus fallis, Tempus te fallit, & aufert
Praedam, dum Tempus perdis, Coelestia perdis,
Sed, cum Fure bono,  pauci furantur Olympum. 
XXXVII.
Projiciunt Stulti pretiosum Temporis Aurum:
Qui Vitae Gemmam generosam prodigit, ille
Ad Barathrum graditur, Stimulis (que)   agitatur Averni.
XXXVIII.
Cui Terram amplecti vastam furiosa Cupido est,
Vi (que)   Dolo (que)   simul; Muscis hic Retia tendit,
Ut foribus laxos suspendit Aranea Casses.
XXXIX.
Cum Mors praescindet Nimrodi  Vulturis ungues,
Nomina cernemus subitò mutata Domorum:
Bethesda  his fiet tandem Bethania  tristis.
XL.
Arbitrio subdi pejus, quàm Lege perire;
Pharmaca quae curare valent, si Balsama perdunt?
Nam (que)   Bono quod degenerat, nil pejus habetur.
XLI.
Si (que)   Tyrannorum arbitrio non traderet ullos
OMNIPOTENS Sanctos,  crudeli Morte premendos,
Nullum Martyrium  foret, aut Salvator Iesus. 
XLII.
Stulti durescunt, sed Sancti, ut Cera, liquescunt:
Corporis ad gemitum morientis, jam (que)   jacentis
Nudo Dente, Genis macris, Oculis (que)   cavatis.
XLIII.
Vitae Author Vitam praebet, largire Misellis;
Dissectis Venis praeclusa est Janua Lethi:
Sit Deus  Exemplar; te cura; pasce Famentes.
XLIV.
Ut Coelum obtineas, heu, quantula Portio Vitae
Hîc peregrinantis superest! nam (que)   excipit Ortum
Occasus subito, Finis (que)   ab Origine pendet.
XLV.
Cum Vitiis cui Bella foris, Pax permanet intùs:
Cessat Judicium. quùm sese judicat ullus:
Extrà vestiri Zelo est augere Dolores.
XLVI.
Magnates, Vos magna manent Tormenta, Tyranni
Si sitis. Infernus Medicinam haud exhibet ullam:
Securus nè sis, securus si cupis esse.
XLVII.
Robora franguntur quae Coeli Murmura temnunt;
Ardentem in Cineres Prunam considere cernes;
Nec non in fumos clarum vanescere Lychnum.
XLVIII.
Exue rugosam Sagam, jam Tempus, & aufer
Peccati Achanis velamina nigra, Magarum
Leprosis pannis superabunt Ulcera foeda.
XLIX.
Insontem hoc Naboth Ferro superavit, idem (que)  
Jezabelis pinxit Faciem, Centro (que)   removit
Tot Regna, at (que)   novum dimovit Cardine Mundum.
L.
Felices hujus qui spargent Saxa Cerebro,
Qui (que)   ea loturi maledicto Sanguine, sternet (que)  
Osse Vias: Cujus Gemitus sunt Gaudia nostra.
LI.
Non debet Salicâ  regnare Haec Lege,  Procellas
Excitat, Halcyonum (que)   Dies dispellit, in Aula
Mentis nil habitat Bonitatis, si regit Illa.
LII.
Luxuries ejus quot Morbos edidit? Astra
Inficit, Esuriem (que)   auget, Vivis (que)   molesta est
Dum crapulantur humum Tumulis civilia Bella.
LIII.
Mens mea, Maestitîae Labyrinthis septa, quot Annis
In sacco, Lachrymis baccato, transige Vitam!
Clàm nigris in Speluncis ambito Timores!
LIV.
Cum (que)   Heraclito  pacatum transige Tempus,
A Turbis procul, & procul à Discordibus Armis,
Quae Mundum insanum turbato in Pegmate versant.
LV.
Illic Relligio dulcis vel Pectine pulsat,
Vel Digitis Cytharam, vel Cantu personat Antra,
Divinae inspirat vel Dorica Carmina Musae.
LVI.
Pro (que)   Tubis resonabit Amor Testudine, solvens
Obsidione Urbes, quassatas Marte, vocans (que)  
In Coelum, Imperii Sedem, mortalia Corda.
LVII.
Nostra hinc Laetitia, hinc Hymni Solatia nostra,
Praecipuè Angelici. Summo sit Gloria  PATRI,
Pax Terris, Hominum succedat prompta Voluntas! 
LVIII.
Pennae quas Veneris  Volucres dant, Dedecus addunt;
Ergò, Vulcano  Versus committite; tollet
Ille pedes Melis; liber, sed claudicat Ille.
LIX.
Tollitur en Nihil,  ast Aliquid  cadit! ô, ubi Merces
Antiquae Virtutis Honos! Sapientia quondam
Virtutem evexit; coluisti, Plute, Minervam.
LX.
Cos fuit Oxonii Lambeth!  tamen Ille Volatu
Exuperat longè Pinnacula Divitiarum,
Qui Virtutem  ambit, puro Virtutis  Amore.
LXI.
Virtutis  Radiis accenditur Illius Ardor,
Et Pestes omnes Modulis fugat ille canoris,
Fulmina (que)   extinguit per Coeli Expansa trisulca.
LXII.
An matutinae Volucres cantando citabunt
Solem ex nocturnis Tenebris, tecto (que)   Cubili?
At (que)   Animae vivae in Tenebris & Morte jacebunt?
LXIII.
Evigilate ergò de Somno, & Nocte soporâ;
Increpat ecce Moras nostras Auriga Diei,
Sol dum caeruleos moderatur in Aethere Currus.
LXIV.
Jam (que)   experrecti, Textrices mille Laborum
Conspicite aerias, quae fingunt Arte stupendâ
Maeandros, texunt (que)   suis per inania Telis.
LXV.
Surgite, Sol Aurum per summa Cacumina spargit,
Condit Aromatibus Lucem, dum spargit Odores,
Cuncta sagittiferis Radiis Dulcedine replet.
LXVI.
Erigit in Coelum Mentes Lux aurea Phoebi:
Pulpita qui fugiunt, Hymnis capiuntur. In Aurum
Vertit Amor Plumbum, Chymico praestiantior omni.
LXVII.
Ut (que)   Opifex Naturae Apis est, Tragemata fingens
Mellea, dum sugens chymicè transformat in Aurum
Flores; ditatur sic plumbea Carmine Prosa.
LXVIII.
Hic (que)   THEANTHROPOS Sermo, tum mystica Vitra
Oris fatidici, nec non Oracula tanta,
Fomentum (que)   Precum, tum Murus Aheneus hîc est;
LXIX.
Coeli Sculptura hîc, Pietatis Clavis, & ipsa
Gaza, Instrumentum, Spes (que)   Anchora, Charta fidelis,
At (que)   Voluptatis Gurges, sic Navis Amoris.
LXVIII.
Prima 68. & 69. post 77. relegantur. Nullus REX VATEM, sed Regem  Carmine VATES
Evehit, Ille  Animas languentes excitat, Ille 
Ad Mare Pacificum Curas transmittit edaces.
LXIX.
Ut Gemmae radiant, at (que)   aemula Lumina Stellis,
Per Loca transmittunt tenebrosa: ita docta Poesis 
Et Lucem,  ac Animam, Vitam (que)    dat Artibus ipsam.
LXX.
O dives, ridens, radians (que)   Poetica  Gemmis,
Nobilitas Splendore  tuo Diademata Regum!
Tu Gentilitium Clypeum depingis Honoris.
LXXI.
Te, (quae circundas Artes  velut Aere) Te (que)  
Rerum inventarum Portam, Scenam  Ingeniorum,
Tam dives, quàm pauper amat, Reges (que)   procando.
LXXII.
VATES & REGES Tumulo conduntur eodem;
Ruminat Ars  quodcun (que)   accenditur Igne Poetae, 
Sensibus ut nostris divinum exhalet Odorem.
LXXIII.
Prudentes reddit Speculatio,  non meliores:
Littera solum Ars est, sed Praxis Spiritus; Usus
Arte valet, sic Ars usu; qui seperat, aufert.
LXXIV.
Languida Facta  quidem Dictis  stimulantur acutis,
Verba ut Femellis, Maribus  sic Facta probantur▪
Sit Vita Exemplar, fac, Leges praeveniantur.
LXXV.
Maxima Cognitio nostra est servire TONANTI,
Tunc nos morigeros Mandatis aestimat, Actus
Excipiunt quandò quaedam Interludia nostros.
LXXVI.
Illorum Mentes sola ad Sublimia  tendunt,
Quorum non quovis agitantur Pectora Vento,
Ut (que)   Aula instabiles, sed in Aequore nant Sapientis. 
LXXVII.
Non alia his Cynosura  nitet quàm Gratia,  quam (que)  
Portat Apostolicus  collustrans Signifer  Orbem:
Hâc Evangelici  Cursum rexere Magistri. 
LXXX.
Nunquam sic refluit Sanctorum  Fluctus, ut ipsos
Urgeat in Syrtes Errorum cuncta vorantes,
Peccati  Clades fugiunt, ut naufraga saxa.
LXXXI.
Ut Casus Mortis, Noctis Septentrio, Non tam
Obscuri, aut Tenebrae triduanae, quas super omnem
Egyptum  induxit, qui Lucem & Sydera fecit.
LXXXII.
Tempestati hujus collata Tonitrua languent;
Si Stimulos spectes Aspis  fert Balsama, Mors est
Vel Pietas, hujus cùm Carmina faeda videbis.
LXXXIII.
Hujus cùm laqueos mea Musa evaseris, illuc
Tende Alis, ubi Lux Mentes quae luminat, ardet;
Et Nebulas abigit, tenebras (que)   Nitore resolvit.
LXXXIV.
Sit tibi Relligio  curae, quam discute, me (que)  
Errantem cohibe, DEUS alme, & percute Carnis
Ignavae (si quando salit vel rudet) asellum. 
LXXXV.
Mens minor es minimo COELI indulgentis Amore:
Peccatum haud linquunt Terror, Pudor, at (que)   Reatus;
Quatuor hi Comites Coetum glomerantur in unum.
LXXXVI.
Peccato defectus ego, nunc perditus erro;
Nam (que)   orare  mihi vesana Superbia  visa est.
Luctantem, DEUS alme, leva sub Pondere Terrae.
LXXXVII.
Nemo merere  potest, meruit  tamen UNUS, & horum
Qui jactant Sese, Zelum  frigescere cernis,
His stannum, Argentum  est, aes Aurum  saepè videtur.
LXXXVIII.
Cor  renova, Linguam  mihi dirige, porrige Dextram, 
Inspires (que)   Fidem, Spem  velo detege tectam:
Erige collapsum,  crescat Vis  semper Amoris. 
LXXXIX.
Lingua,  Decus nostrum, Menti  servire memento.
SPIRITUS ille tuus Bezaliel  illustravit.
Mors Fide  me salvat, Caecis das Lumina  sputo.
XC.
Spiritus  ex sensu fiat, nam Gratia  sola
Naturam  vertit, chymichus Lapis  ecce repertus,
Et Verbum omnipotens  sola est Projectio  pura.
XCI.
VERBUM, Cos veri, nec Regula  certior ulla:
Rejicimus Mappam tenebrosam Traditionum. 
Non urit me Charta,  tamen Mens ignibus ardet.
XCII.
Dum lego, Mens  intùs magno Splendore coruscat,
Et novus ecce Vigor  penetrat Praecordia,  nam (que)  
Omnia describit Placitorum Arcana  tuorum.
XCIII.
Hujus Carminibus tecum versantur Enochi; 
Avertit Mortem,  transfert nos ante Senectam: 
Dat Vaticanus  Scoriam, purum hîc  nitet Aurum. 
XCIV.
Sic cùm pigra gelu Gens Tartara,  splendida Gemmis
Tecta subit Sophiae,  subito Fervore refecta,
Quae nive semianimis  fuerat, se vivere sentit. 
XCV.
Infundis  mihi Tu Meditamina  sancta, meo (que)  
Effundis  pia Verba  Ore, & laudando per Orbem
Diffundis  mea Facta,  tuo quae Munere vivunt.
XCVI.
Musa,  mihi Chordas tendens, cane Facta Bonorum
Hymnis, sed pravos taceas; Artes (que)   Tributum
Dent tibi, tu Cordi Linguam, Pennam (que)   ligabis.
XCVII.
Degener at Soboles Evae,  polluta (que)   Culpis,
An TE Mensurâ tenui comprêndere posset,
Omnipotens  quum sis, nec mensur abilis  unquam?
XCVIII.
Arbustum Cedros, Aquilam  non regulus effert
Laudibus, aut cernit Phoebeas  noctua Flammas,
Gutta quid Oceano?  Radiis Jubar infinitis? 
XCIX.
Languentem sed Spes  & Amor  per inane volatum
Ferre valent, in TE noctem Fiducia  lustrat;
Grandis AMOR, suppleto  Fidem, Spêi scribimus  Alis!
C.
Spiritus,  alme Deus,  Mens, Corpus, & omnia Facta,
Et Verba, & Mentis Meditamina, po [...] ea discent
Et Laudes celebrare tuas, & Crimina fle [...] e.
O, quantum JESU me diligis! Ergo Beatum
Me tua jam reddat Dilectio, suscipiatque
Erectum rursus Dilectio MAXIME JESU!
Haec ara est, at (que)   haec mea victima dulcis amoris.
Cor, Oculus, Lingua, at (que)   Manus, Poples (que)   reflexus
A te sunt Cuncta haec, ad te sint Cuncta vicissim
Post Homerum  Iliada, post Vossaeum  Grammaticen, post Rossaeum,  celeberrimum illum Virgilii Evangeliz antis Autorem,  Carmen Heroicum conscribere audax planè videatur Facinus. Tenuitatis quippe meae, & imparis longè in Poesi  venae conscius, cùm non possum quod vellem, volo tamen quod possum effundere.
Est aliquid prodire tenus si non datur ultra.
THEOPHILAE AMORIS HOSTIA: CANTIO III. Latino Carmine donata. Restauratio. ARGUMENTUM.
Authoris  Raptus, laudatur Gratia;  fusae
Sunt Lachrymae charo Britonum  pro Sanguine  fuso
Obscurè, petitur Pax  ictis prisca Michaiis. 
Tristichon I.
S Ollicites mea Musa  Lyram, digitoque pererra
Argutae Chelyos Chordas,  & Cantica  psallas
Quae rapiant Terras,  & scandant Astra  Triumphis.
II.
Ecstatico raptus Motu Bartaeius  Heros,
Lecto subsiliens, alacres ducens (que)   Choraeas,
Dixit;  In hunc Morem saltabunt Gallica Regna.
III.
Seu Meteora  Soli viscoso Semine facta,
Quae, motu succensa suo, super ardua tendunt
Nubila, Stellarum nec non de More coruscis
IV.
Effulgent Flammis; Duntaxat at illa relucent
Vt Sese absumant, & nos per Compita ducant;
Nec pro se Venti,  sed Nobis, Flamina spirant:
V.
Enthea sic superas mea Mens  ascendit ad Arces,
Sese dispendens, Stolidos  ut reddat Acutos: 
Qui Taedam praefert Aliis, Se  Lumine privat.
VI.
Qualitèr Inferno  sudat vesana Libido: 
Sic Coelo  aspirat divini Zelus  Amoris;
Scrutari Hoc  Mentis contendit tota Facultas.
VII.
Cardinibus subnixa Fides  convertitur altis;
Purior haud ullis praeclusa Scientia  Metis;
Flamma, Cor  accendens, non Ignis Signa relinquit.
VIII.
Horti florentis blandùm Poimaeria,  sancta
Visorum  Tellus, Sapientum  grata Cohorti,
Auratis Asini  Phaleris Ludibria  prostas.
IX.
Hui [...]  Mare  fit rabidum Mundus,  Discordia major
Est ubi Ventorum,  quàm Pyxis  nautica nôrit:
Incumbit Sanctus  Velis, tenet, Anchora Coelum. 
X.
Appulit hîc Pietas,  ubi non confracta Dolore 
Conscia Mens  fremitat, Rabie  aut consumpta malignâ;
Lumina lascivae Veneris  nec Fulgure tacta.
XI.
Non Nugae hìc Pueri; Juvenis  non fervidus Aestus;
Ambitus  Aetatis maturae nullus;  Avari
Grandaevi  haud Vitium; non Otia  pigra coluntur.
XII.
Non Gula,  lascivi aut Pruritus  turpis Amoris,
Turgidus haud Fastus,  non invidiosa Rubigo, 
Ira  nec ardescens, aut Obduratio  Cordis.
XIII.
Non Amor  invadit proprius, vel Pectora Curae 
Scindentes,  Schisma aut Doctrinae  mobile flatu,
Non caeci pungunt Stimuli, nec Poena  Latebris.
XIV.
Hinc macula apparet Tellus  obscura ubi; certant
Pro vanis Homines,  puerilis more tumultûs;
Formicae,  veluti peterent, munimina, scloppis.
XV.
Est ubi Luxuries  satiata, Libido (que)    spumat,
Sanguis ubi Irato,  petitur (que)   ubi Pignus Avaro, 
Turget ubi Ambitio, Livor  fremit, Otia  torpent.
XVI.
Imperio Martis  remanent quàm Regna  revulsa,
Dispersis Aulis! sub nostro Lumine quae sunt
Pulvis ut exiguus Ventorum Flatibus actus.
XVII.
Hic stat formosi polydaedala Machina  Mundi,
Sustentata Manu Veri,  summi (que)   JEHOVAE. 
Apparent instar Nanorum  exindè Gigantes. 
XVIII.
Quàm vilis Mundus!  pia Musa,  innitere Pennis
Firmis, (terreno fueras detenta Tumultu, 
Iactatâ & Turbâ)  demùm transcende Monarchas. 
XIX.
Raptus  in hunc morem divino concitus Igne, 
Aetheris in Camerâ stellatâ  percute Chordas:
Aspirate tui nequeunt huc, Roma, Regentes. 
XX.
Sese dilatans Animus  fit latior usquè
Sicut Helix;  Hominis status at Nativus,  ut Orbis, 
Quem subitò à Zenith  deturbant Fata superno.
XXI.
Perspiciens Ratione Fides  oculatior Aulam 
Sideream,  Mentes rapiunt sua Visa  serenas;
Veri  accensa Pharos per Amorem  Gaudia pandit.
XXII.
Haec Lux  quae Radiis conuestit singula claris,
THEIOPHILAM,  inclusit Praegnanti Mente  decoram;
Excipit occiduum Naturae, Gratia,  Solem.
XXIII.
Fundat Aroma Calyx,  [...] osa  quam dulcissima, Virtus 
Illustris matura siet tua Tempore justo,
Explicet ac Radius  divinus Floris  Honorem.
XXIV.
Anni Procursu  duodeni sic sua Forma 
Enituit, Formam Dominae  stupuîre potentes; 
Spectantes Animae  Lucem per Corporis  Vmbram.
XXV.
Ardet Crystallo  veluti Lucerna  polito,
Cujus transparens decoratur Fabrica  Flammis;
Haec ita divino splendescit VIRGO  Nitore.
XXVI.
Mens Gemmam superat, superat s [...] a Concha  pruinam,
Flumina vel Lactis manantia ab Vbere pleno:
Venae  Saphiros praecellunt, Labra  Rubinos.
XXVII.
Circùm Labra  volant Charites  sua [...] nille venustae,
Suavia Puniceis  labuntur Aromata Portis, 
Indè fluunt cunctos medicantia Balsoma  Morbas.
XXVIII.
Emittunt tales  Altaria Sancta  Vapores;
Tales Blanditias halant Fragrantia Gummi; 
Sic Rosa  coccineâ spirat praesslorida Veste.
XXIX.
Attonitos reddunt Spectantûm Lumina  Vultus,
Afficiunt quampi [...]  Pracordia  fervida castis,
Attamen Ardoris sunt ipsa  immunia, Flammis.
XXX.
Lampadas  hasce volet quisquis depingere, quisquis
Exprimeret clarâ radiantes  Luce Fenestras, 
Pingeret Aspectum  fugientem, ponderet Austrum. 
XXXI.
Suave videremus Pectus,  micat Eden Amoris,
Illis Monticulis  nascuntur Mala decoris,
Quae Mala de vetitâ  sanarent Arbore  nata.
XXXII.
Mollities, Candor (que)   Manûs transcendit Oloris 
Plumas; est talis cujus  moderatior Ardor,
Qualis cùm coeunt Radius Phoebeus & Aurum.
XXXIII.
Iucundae Nemoris Syrenes,  Musica turba,
Gutturibus quarum dimanat dulcior Aer,
Illam  quid petitis cúnabula vestra perosae?
XXXIV.
Ecce Latus   [...] laudunt Argentea Lilia  castum,
Calthae  fulgentes Auri flammantis amictu,
Ignes evibrat cùm Lauro Primula  Veris.
XXXV.
Margaron excellunt Dentes; Tegmen, Caput,  Auri,
Vox praeit Argento, de TE Natura  Vigorem
Sumit, Panniculis est prae TE  squallida Flora. 
XXXVI.
O, Formosa, Pudica  tamen, seu Chava,  priusquàm
Candida purpureo suffuderat Ora Rubore
A  TE Virtutes, Artes, Charites (que)   profectae. 
XXXVII.
Ad vivum depicta manet non Pulchrior Icon
Quàm pia Mens  pulchro quae splendet Corpore  clausa:
Hujus Coelesti cedit Pandora  Decori.
XXXVI
 [...] I.
Aulae Sideribus pictae sic Cynthia Praeses
Apparet, Phoebi  Splendoribus aucta refractis,
Fulgida Stellarum  dum stipant cas [...] ra Phalanges.
XXXIX.
(Astra Pruma refert) subitò Telluris  at Umbrâ 
Objectâ Lucem  retrahit, cui Conus  opacus
Falcatam supra Lunam,  sub Lumine Solis. 
XL.
Qui  Coelum, Nubes, Terras, Mare, Saxa (que)   lustrat, 
Qui penetrat  Gemmas, Fructus, Stellas, Adamantas;
Mundi Oculus, clarae  Promus, Condus (que)   Die [...] . 
XLI.
Cujus gliscentes  imitatur Flamma Pyropos, 
Purpureas Aurora  Fores dum pandit Eoo, 
Noctis lucentem  Dominam, Famulas (que)   repellens. 
XLII.
THEIOPHILAM radians Lumen  Te appello  Diei,
Palp [...] bra quippè Fides  tua fit, seu Pupula Fervor, 
Vultus Angelico  speciosos More  venustans.
XLIII.
Aetheris  illa potens, casta & Regina,  reclusi,
Plurima vestalis  quam cingit Virgo  propinqua,
Disparet, dia haec si CONSTELLATIO  splendet.
XLIV.
Nobilitas vera est Virtus,  Cognatio Sancti, 
Tutela  Angelicus Chorus est,  COELUM (que)   Brabium; 
Cujus demissus, dum surgit Gratia,  Vultus.
XLV.
Eugenia  Ingenium, Paidia  ministrat Acumen;
Thesauros Veri charos Eusebia  praebet.
(Cudendi Voces Vati  concessa Potestas.)
XLVI.
Aula Cor  est formosa sibi, divinius Ejus
Pectus, Sacrati  Penetralia candida  AMORIS;
Hîc Sibi  Delicio est, Sanctos reficit [...] q Poetas. 
XLVII.
Illustres Domini, quos  Laurea Serta coronant, 
Artes  qui eruitis, qui cultas redditis Artes, 
Estis & infirmi qui Sustentacula  Mundi;
XLVIII.
Qui struitis Famae  Monumenta perinclyta Templo, 
Mellea de Vobis  Modulamina talia manent,
Qualia divino mulcerent Pectora  Succo.
XLIX.
Dum succedit  Hyems Autumno, Ver premit  Aestas,
Dum recitat Modulis Tempus  Poeana vetustis,
Vestris Vos Famae  Plumis reparabitis Alas. 
L
Illud quod praebent sublimia Taenera  Vinum,
Insanè Vires  poterit reparare fugatas;
Sic  Citharae, at (que)    Tubae, sic  Organa, Tympana, Sistra.
LI.
Conciliat quamvis reboantia Murmura  Basso
Ars,  torquens Nervos  graviores us (que)  , sonoro
Fulmine  dum complent Aulam Diapasona  totam;
LII.
Ista parùm valeant;  DOMINAE Testudine tensâ 
Hujus,  Chordarum Pulsum  tentaverit Omnem,
Dum Mens Harmoniae  pertracta est Pollice  docto.
LIII.
Gratia inest  Verbis; O, ter (que)   quater (que)   beati,
Queîs Coelum  Terris, aeterno CODICE scripti!
Qui, Sensu  amoti, cupiunt Commercia Mentis! 
LIV.
Inter Eos  qui divino de Semine creti,
Non obscurati Sensu  nec Corporis  Umbrâ,
Seraphicè  exardent vivacis ORIGINE Flammae.
LV.
Gaudia  dat Gustus,  non exequanda Loquelis! 
Ritu Cimmerio (que)   Scholis  palpanda superna,
In quorum Solis  Frontem sunt Nubila  densa.
LVI.
Callis inaccessus nimio  fit Lumine  CoeLI;
Splendidior Radius  teneros perstringit Ocellos:
Ephata  fare, Lutum Visu me reddet acuto.
LVII.
Hoc Raptu  emotus divino, fac mihi talis
Contingat Finis, Stagaritae  qualis, in illo
Euripo,  quem non ullus comprêndere posset!
LVIII.
Mystica praebe at haec (ô sit protensa!) Catena 
Nexus, qui string at vel quavis fortius Arte!
Talia lenitos rapiant Modulamina  Sensus.
LIX.
Musica  pervadit Mentes,  cum percitus Oestro
Insano Saulus,  Genio fremuit (que)   maligno,
Gemmea prae Plectris  sordebant Sceptra Tyranni. 
LX.
Hujus inardescens  HYMNI me  Flamma repugnat 
Foecibus à Terrae: Cantus Penetralia Coeli 
Divini reserant, deducunt Agmina  pura:
LXI.
Agmina pura  DEI celebrant  NATALIA laeta; 
Hymnos vel  CHRISTUS modulatur;  SANCTA COLUMBA
COELI, summa petens,  Numerorum deligit Alas. 
LXII.
Nî Versus,  non sit Textus,  quia quaelibet HYMNI 
Incantant; actis famuletur Concio PSALMIS, 
Ante Diem summum,  per Vos  demortua surgunt!
LXIII.
Ast ubi grassatur Furiis Bellona  tremendis,
Stragibus, heu, lassata,  sed haud satiata  recedens,
Praedatrice Lupá truculentior, Organa  pulset?
LXIV.
Est equidèm non Mota  Solo, pacata  Tumultu:
Degeneres trepidant;  manet illa invicta Catervis,
Displosi metuit nec rauca Tonitrua  Scl [...] ppi.
LXV.
Insunt Virtuti  sua Bal [...] ama;   [...] 
Intensè NUMEN  Gladii mollire  [...] :
Aetatis Ferro sic AUREA   [...] profatur.
LXVI.
Ingruit, O, NUMEN V [...] RANDUM! dira Procella,
Coccina purpureae cum velant Crimina Vestes,
Effuso tinctae pretioso Sanguine Vitae!
LXVII.
Orbis  Aquis cinctus, fortunatissimus olim,
O, deplorandum!  quantum mutatus ab illo!
Pax  ubi floruerat pia, Mors  ibi prodiga regnat!
LXVIII.
Rubrum  deprompsit Vinum  Mavortius Ardor!
Conserves Arcam,  DEUS, in Torrente Timorum,
Aut tua subsidat Lachrymis,  tum Sanguine,  SPONSA!
LXIX.
Est Panem Lachrymata  suum, Gemitus (que)   resorbet:
Lumina  pro Potu sua sunt in Flumina  versa!
Ipsa, immersa  Malis, ad TE Se languida  confert.
LXX.
Ad Modulos Compone graves,  PATER Orbis, acutos 
Hybernae Chelios! quaevis  Discordia Concors 
Esto, Scoti  fuerit super, aut Insignibus Angli! 
LXXI.
Non inter Socios  saevo Formido Leoni; 
Vel praedabundis inter se convenit Vrsis; 
Mutua Pernicies, lacerat, Vir,  CORPUS IESU!
LXXII.
Si modò fert Animus, pugnetis Fulmina Martis, 
Turcico  & invisam Labaro  deducite Lunam, 
Sacra relinquentes Fidei Confinia  rectae.
LXXIII.
Agminibus Thracum  densis contendite; quamvis
Sclopporum seu Truncus iners, Caro  vestra deorsùm
Tendat, summa petent Animae  de more Globorum.
LXXIV.
NUMINIS in mediis si sit Praesentia  Castris,
In TEMPLO residet multò magis ILLE sacrato,
Haeresin  ut pellat, perversa (que)   Schismata  purget.
LXXV.
Haec Tunicam  rupêre Tuam, Dolor  undè Bonorum!
Zelotae  quamvìs raucâ TE Voce  fatigant,
Voto  indignaris civili Sanguine  mixto.
LXXVI.
Fallaces  potuêre Bonum  suadere fuisse
Praecones, per  Diluvium vadare  Cruoris?
Praestigiis  uti, Summos (que)   resolvere Nexus? 
LXXVII.
Inde Catechismi  neglecti, & sacra Synaxis! 
Herbae hinc syl [...] estres, seu Ranae  Vere Palustres!
Athea Schismatici  Corruptio pessima Cleri. 
LXXVIII.
Praetextus  fugiant speciosos, sunto fideles; 
Cultu divino repetant (que)   PRECAMEN IESU;
Foederis  aut valeant Mysteria  dira trisexti.
LXXIX.
Sic seduxerunt illos Insomnia  vana,
Vilescant illis ade [...] ut NATALIA CHRISTI!
(Nemo tenet Nodis  mutantem Protea  Vultum.)
LXXX.
FESTUM Festorum, supremae dulce COHORTI;
Inclinat COELUM hîc Terris, hinc Gaudia  SANCTIS;
Judice Relligione  Dies primarius Anni.
LXXXI.
Factus Homo  bonus est primùm, tum degener; IPSE
SERMO Caro  Factus, nostra haud Commercia  vitans,
Pejor ut is  nihilo, meliori Sorte fruatur.
LXXXII.
Audetis Verum  profiteri? Pabula pascunt
Fuci  aliena; merum Pigmentum Papiliones; 
Tettix  deperdit, redemit sibi Tempora Myrmex. 
LXXXIII.
Mellea dum repetunt Vespae  Spelaea rapaces,
Illis Insidiis structis merguntur in Ollâ,
Corporis haud tanti sint ac Munimina Mentis.
LXXXIV.
Kirk-Int'rest kenimus;  Leges revocate  Draconis,
Instaurate vetus Templum;  Sunt Moenia Sancti, 
Seu Tubus est Pastor,  Fons Gratia,  Gluten Amor (que)  . 
LXXXV.
Vobis praeteritos ignoscat Musa  Furores,
Singula propitio condant Oblivia  Velo,
De Rebus moveat si Vos Metanoea  peractis.
LXXXVI.
Veri Cultores,  balantes pascite CHRISTI
Agnos;  quippè Merum SANGUIS, CARO dapsilis Esca:
Illos  pascentes semper, spectate CORONAM.
LXXXVII.
Dispensatores SPONSO, Sponsae (que)    fideles,
Nos sacra diuini ducant ORACULA Veri,
Relligione  Status floret, data GLORIA Fidis. 
LXXXVIII.
Cùm JUDEX veniet, Merces  erit ampla Labori, 
Pro Lachrymis  Vobis manabunt Gaudia  Rivis,
Auratae surgunt Spicae  sementibus udis.
LXXXIX.
Laesis, Omnipotens  VINDEX! certò aequa  rependes
Illis,  qui sese foedo maculâre Reatu,
Sanguinis  innocui cum sit Detectio  fusi!
XC.
Aurea Pax  aures, Verun (que)    appellat amicum!
Lumina non Phoebi  latebris tam grata Borusso, 
Urbibus exersis Homines,  vel Littora  Fractis.
XCI.
O, si coelestis  vel tandem TURMA secunda,
Nobis, Bellorum  diris Cruciatibus  haustis,
Grata salutiferae resonaret Cantica  PACIS!
XCII.
PAX Domus est fessis, PAX ad NATALIA CHRISTI
Cantio  prima fuit, Terris suprema VOLUNTAS,
PAX Bonitatis amans, PAX Sanctis  vera Voluptas.
XCIII.
Martyribus  fulcimen AMOR, ceu stramen Achates 
Attrahit; ad nostrum sic nos perducis AMANTEM,
Elixir  Auri verum, Compendia  Legis!
XCIV.
Ullanè Divinum narret Facundia Amorem?
Quippè redemptus Homo  Naturas nobiliores
Angelicas  superat; Tanti sit Passio  CHRISTI!
XCV.
Hîc demùm tacuit, Lachrimarum Flumina manant
Ex oculis, illi Mundus Cadus  esse videtur,
Gaudia falsa Merum,  Stultorum portio Faeces. 
XCVI.
Et nunc Laetitiae  vivae de Fonte  micanti,
Pura vbì perpetuo Chrystalla  fluentia Cursu,
Mens erit aethereas  conscendere Raptibus Oras. 
XCVII.
Hinc Documenta  sibi Zelus  malesanus habebit,
Ardores Cujus  tradunt in Praelia saevi,
 [...] fera depositis mitescant Secula Bellis.
XCVIII.
Aur [...] bus exhibeas  Epulum, selecta  VENUSTAS!
Dum si [...]  cantat AMOR, Reges  dulced [...] e capti:
GRATIA Naturae Nervos intendit  AMORE.
XCIX.
Horrisonas Amor  ipse potes sedare Procellas, 
Cantibus  & placare tuis immania Cete, 
Quae Dominatrici diverrunt Marmora  Caudâ.
C.
Si tua, VIRGO,  nequit compescere Erotica Musa 
Incumbens Aevo Fatum  miserabile nostro,
Pro  Scriptis Lachrymae; Nam  Gens [...] est danda  FURORI [...] 
Provecti, tandèm Latiales linquimus Oras,
Te petimus Patrium, Terra Britanna, Solum.
Hîc ubi Nemo citis designet Littus Ocellis:
Egressae faveant Fluctus, & Aura Rati.
Vpon the Vanitie of the World. L Ong have I sought the Wish  of All
To finde; And what it is Men call
True Happiness; But cannot see
The World  hath It, which It can be,
Or with It hold a Sympathie.
He that enjoyes what here below
Frail Elements  have to bestow,
Shall finde most sweet bare Hopes  at first;
Fruition  by Fruition 's burst,
Sea-water so allayes the Thirst.
Who ever would be happy  then,
Must be so to Himself; for, when
Judges  are taken from without,
To Judge what we are, fenc'd about,
They do not judge,  but guesse,  and doubt. 
His Soul  must hug no private Sin; 
For, that's a thorn  conceal d i'th' Skin; 
But Innocence,  where She  is nurst
Plants valiant Peace; So, Cato  durst
Ev [...] n then be best, when Rome  was worst.
GOD-built He must be in his Minde; 
That is, Divine; whose Faith  no Winde
Can shake; when firmly  [...] e relies
Upon the ALMIGHTY, He outflies
Low Chance,  and Fate  of Destinies. 
As Fountains  rest not till they lead,
Meandring high, as their first Head: 
S [...] , Man  rests not till He  hath trod
Deaths  Height: then, by that Period, 
He rests too, rais'd in Soul  to GOD.
Owen Feltham.
POtestas Culminis est Tempestas Mentis, Splendorem habet Titulo, cruciatum Animo; desunt (que)   Inopiae multa, Avaritiae omnia. Ne petas igitur, devota Anima, esse qualis in Anglia DUX Buckingamiae, & in Aula Caesaria Princeps ab Eggenberg, & in Hispania Comes D' Olivares, & in Imperio Ottomanico Mustapha Bassa fuere; nec tibi magis arrideant cerussatae Laudes, & calamistrata Encomia, quàm sincerae & sacrosanctae Amoris Anhelationes. Seculi delectatiunculas devita, & Coelorum Jubilo recreaberis: delicatula nimis es, si velis gaudere cum Mundo, & postea regnare cum CHRISTO: Amarescat Mundus, ut dulcescat DEUS. Quamdiù est in te Aegypti Farina, Manna coeleste non gustabis; Gustat DEUM cui Libido Seculi Nauseam parit: Exinanitio nostra plenitudinis Coeli capaces reddit. Si vis frui Sole, verte dorsum Umbrae: nec amaris à Mundo, nisi à CHRISTO repulsa, nec à CHRISTO, nisi à Mundo spreta. Dejicit se de Culmine Majestatis qui à DEO ad Consolatiunculas Creaturulae confugit. O qu [...] am contempta recula est homo nisi supra humana se erexerit! Beatum nil facit Hominem, nisi qui fecit Hominem; minimum enim Dei omnis Orbis Magnitudine est magnificentius. Paucis, nec tibi ignominiosum sit pati quod passus est CHRISTUS, nec gloriosum facere quod fecit Judas. Morere Mundo, ut vivas DEO. Quicun (que)   cum DEO habet Amicitiam, Felicitatis tenet Fastigium. Haec unica Laus, hic Apex Sapientiae est, ea viventem appetere, quae morienti forent appetenda: Mortis ergò Meditationi, & Aeternitatis Contemplationi Lucernulae tuae Oleum impendas. Vale.
STorms on the Minde from Honours Hill descend;
Titles external Beams adde not to Blisse:
The Poor wants much, the Covetous All. My Soul,
No painted Praise, nor flowr'd Encomiums prize
Equal to pious Breathings of pure Love:
Eschew the petty Pleasures of the Time,
And Heav'ns Refreshments make thy Jubilie:
Imagine not to swim in worldly Pomp,
And afterwards to reign with CHRIST in Blisse;
Earth must be Gall, that GOD may Honey prove:
He the best Relish hath of Heav'n, who most
Disdains the base Licentiousness o'th' Age;
We must be empty'd of our Selves, before
We can have Entrance into th' Heav'nly Court:
If we desire Fruition of the Sun,
Then must our Backs upon the Shade be turn'd;
Disclaim'd by CHRIST are those the World doth love,
And those whom CHRIST do's love, the World  contemns:
He of his Greatnesse doth Himself divest,
Who goes from GOD, and Creature-comforts seeks.
O, what a mean dispised thing is Man,
Unless he raise Himself above the Earth,
Since nought but his CREATOR makes him high!
Let's think't no Shame t' endure what CHRIST endur'd,
Nor glory to do that which Judas did;
Dead to the World, let's be alive to GOD,
Who gain his Favour are supremely blest:
This is the Height of Wisdom, to desire
Those things in Life, which Thou wouldst dying crave:
Then on the Thoughts of Death thy Lamps Oyl spend,
And muse upon that State which nere shall end.
NOn possum, non Arte  loqui; Furor  addit Acumen: 
Crimina  taxantur, Nomina  salva latent.
Munde,  quid hoc sibi vult? tantò longinquiùs erras,
Quantò plùs graderis; Te Cacoethes  habet.
In quos Schismaticas  torsisti saeviùs Hastas, 
Quàm quos Virtutis  coelitùs Vmbo  tegit.
Protege me, Coelum! Quis adest? Oppressor avarus, 
Cui prior est NUMMUS Numine,  LIBRA Libro. 
Numme,  potens Deus  es! Sic undi (que)   supplicat AURO,
Omnipotens veluti Numen  inesset Ei; 
Aurum  Nequitiae Pater  est, & Filius  Orci;
Os promit Nectar;  Mens Aconita  vomit.
Hic vorat, ut (que)   rapax ruit in nova frusta Molossus;
Vasta Sitim  pariunt Aequora, Terra Famem; 
Tota nec explerent Pellaeas  Aequora Fauces, 
Terra (que)   sat tantae  non erit una Fami. 
Perfida quisquis amat, se perdit, & odit amando:
Plus habet Ille DEI, qui minus Orbis  habet.
Dum captat, capitur; Daemon  licèt Omnia  spondet,
Dat Mundus,  magnum praeter inane, nihil.
Plena Fames,  mellita Lues, Persuasio  fallax,
Gloria  Flos, Pulvis  Gaza, Tiara  cinis.
Tendiculas, Pigmenta, Dolos, Crepitacula, Fumos;
Has rauco Merces  Gutture laudet Anus. 
Insatiata Fames  rapto superincubet Auro, 
Porcus  & aggestas grunniat inter Opes. 
Littera R hebraea, pelasga, latina notabunt
Quòd, malus, eR-RO-RESh , nil nisi, Mundus  habet.
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. CANTO X. The Abnegation. ARGUMENT.
What's potent Opulencie?  What's remiss
Voluptuousness?  World, what's All  This,
To  That the  SOUL'S created for,  ETERNAL BLISSE?
STANZA I.
V Arious are Poets  Flames; Some, Eclogues  write,
Others describe a horrid Fight, 
Some Lyrick Strains,  and some the Epick  do delight:
II.
But, here  my sharpned Muse  shall entertain
The Scourges of Satyrick Vein, 
To lash the World,  in which such Store  of Vices  reign.
III.
No Grandee Patron  court I, nor entice
Love-glances  from enchanting Eyes, 
Nor Blandishments  from lisping Wantons  vocall Spice. 
IV.
No such trite Theams  our fired Genius  fit,
Of which so many Pens  have writ:
Prudential Souls  affect sound Reason,  not sleight Wit. 
V.
Blest Talents  which the GOSPELS PEARL do buy:
Frail Hopes  that on the World  rely,
Where None are sav'd by Faith,  but by' Infidelitie. 
VI.
The way to gain  more Ground,  is to retreat; 
Our Flight  will be our Foes Defeat; 
Minds  conqu'ring great Delights,  triumph in JOYES more great:
VII.
Pull me not, World;  nor can,  nor will  I stay;
Iugler,  I know what thou canst say:
Thy magick Spells  charm easie Sense  but to betray. 
VIII.
Wits  toil to please Thee, Sables  yield their Skins;
The Silk-worm  to thy Ward-robe spins;
Rocks  send their Gems, Seas  Pearls, to purvey for thy Sins. 
IX.
Thou brightnest Cupboards  with throng'd massy Plate; 
Heap'st Ermin'd  Mantles of Estate; 
Shew'st rich caparison'd champing Coursers  at thy Gate.
X.
Thou cull'st of Natures  Spoil from Air, Earth, Seas,
The wing'd, hoof'd, finnie Droves,  to please
Gluttons,  who make themselves Spittles  of each Disease. 
XI.
And shall, like Dives,  a sad Reckning  pay;
Feasts  hastned on his Fun'ral  Day;
Death  brought the Voider, and the Devil  took away.
XII.
Tell me no more, Th' art sweet,  as spicie Air; 
Or, as the blooming Virgin,  fair;
And canst with jovial Mirth  resuscitate from Care. 
XIII.
Boast not of Rubie-Lips,  and Diamond-Eyes, 
Rose-Cheeks, and  Lilie-Fronts, made  Prize,
With dimpled Chins,  the Trap-pits  where a Fondling  lies.
XIV.
Deaths Serjeant  soon thy courted Helens  must
Attach, whose Eyes,  now Orbs  of Lust, 
The Worms  shall feed on, till they crumble into Dust. 
XV.
Boast, World,  who unto Revels  dost decoy
Thy Fav'rites,  that they'r bath'd in Ioy; 
Disdaining Saints,  who pretious Time  in PRAY'R employ:
XVI.
Who, where they come, with purer Rayes  of Light, 
Dazle thy bat-ey'd Legions  quite,
Rage, Impudence, and  Ignorance, the  Imps of  Night.
XVII.
Fool,  thy Attractives,  in no Limits pent,
Indulge to Surfets,  not Content, 
And, but illude the Minde,  not give It Ornament. 
XVIII.
Gild o're thy bitter Pills  with guilefull Arts; 
Sweet Potions  brew for frolick Hearts: 
When most thou smil'st,  thou actest most perfidious  Parts.
XIX.
With Thee dwells fawning Craft,  and glozing Hate, 
Th' Allurements  of Imperious State, 
Which, Barks,  like Calms,  invite unto a Shipwrackt  Fate.
XX.
Guile,  rule the World,  that doth in Madness  roul:
Great  Things the Better  oft controul,
Where Pride  is coacht, Fraud  shopt, & Taverns  drown the Soul. 
XXI.
Follie  in ruffling Storms with Frenzie  meets,
Ebbing, and flowing ore the Streets
O'th' care-fill'd pompous Citie, which exiles true Sweets. 
XXII.
O fretting Broyls  in populous Bussle  pent,
Where still more Noise  than Sense  they vent,
And, now  as much to Gold,  as, late  to Battles  bent!
XXIII.
World, reason if thou canst. Thy Sports  leave Stings; 
Thy Scenes, like Thee, prove empty Things;
Thou glorious seem'st in Paint,  from whence all Falshood  Springs.
XXIV.
So, Rainbow Colours on Doves  Necks have shone
In Hiew so divers,  yet so one, 
That Fools  have thought them all,  the Wiser  knew them none. 
XXV.
I'l countercharm thy Spells,  that SOULS, e're thee,
May trust wilde Irish  Seas; Who flee
Distrest to thy Relief, Thou say'st; What's that to me? 
XXVI.
Fawn, and betray, and Treasons self outdare,
T' o'rethrow  by raising  is thy Care,
But I'l ungull thy Minions,  undisguize thy Ware. 
XXVII.
Thy Gold's Drosse,  glitt'ring Troubles  are thy Bliss,
By Pomp thou cheat'st,  thy All's amiss: 
Thou  art Sins Stage, the Devil  prompts, Flesh  Actor is.
XXVIII.
Spectator-Sense  applauds each witching Gin,
But, unto Reasons  Eye within,
Thou seem'st Hells Broker,  and the servile Pimp  of Sin.
XXIX.
Thus Peaches  do rough Stones in Velvet tire;
Thus rotten Sticks  mock Starrie Fire;
Thus Quagmires  with green Emeralds crown their cheating Mire.
XXX.
So, Mermaids  lovely seem in Beauties Guize,
With Voice, and Smiles, draw Ears, and Eyes,
But whom they win,  they sink;  those never more shall rise.
XXXI.
Thy Shop's but an Exchange  of apish Fashion,
Thy Wealth, Sports, Honours  are Vexation,
Thy Favors glistring Cares,  sweet Surfets,  woo'd Damnation. 
XXXII.
Base Proverbs  are thy Counsels to enthrall.
Each for himself, and God  for All:
Young  SAINTS (I dread to speak it) to old  Devils fall. 
XXXIII.
Rain on thy Darlings  Head a Danaen Shour,
Let him be drencht in Wealth,  and Poure; 
What then? Th' hast Storm'd,  & seiz'd on All in one short hour.
XXXIV.
O, thou Prides  restless Sea!  swoln Fancies blow
Thee up,  dost blew  with Envie grow,
Brinish  with Bloud,  like the Red Sea,  with Lust dost flow.
XXXV.
Remorceless Rage!  thou in thy fift Acts  Breath,
When Bloud  does freeze to Ice of Death, 
And Life 's jail'd up for Natures Debt,  where art? Beneath. 
XXXVI.
World, ev'n Thy Name a whirling  Storm implies,
Where Men,  in Generations rise,
Like Bubbles,  dropsy'd Bladders of the rainie Skies.
XXXVII.
Some strait sink  down, whom VVaters Sheet do's hide; 
Some, floating  up and down, abide;
The longest are so circumvolv'd, as Rest 's deny'd.
XXXVIII.
So, have we rid out Storms,  when Eol's Rave 
Plough'd up the Ocean,  whose each Wave 
Might waken Death  with Noise,  and make its Paunch  a Grave. 
XXXIX.
The sick Ship  groan'd, fierce Windes  her Tacklings  rent;
The proud Sea  scorn'd to be Shoar -pent;
VVe seem'd to knock at Hell,  and bounce the Firmament. 
XL.
Clouds then ungilt  the Skies, when Lightnings  Light
Flasht  thousand glimmering Dayes  t'our sight,
But Thunders  Canons soon turn'd those flasht Dayes  to Night.
XLI.
Thus art thou, World,  Lifes Storm, at Death Distress;
Starving 's the Bottom of Excesse: 
Thy Self  a piteous Creature,  how can'st me redress?
XLII.
No: had'st lesse cruel  been, th' hadst been less kinde; 
Oyl 's in thy Gall  to heal my Minde:
Thus Hell  may help to HEAV'N, Satan  a Soul befriend: 
XLIII.
A good Cause  with good Means  some use, yet fare
But ill,  when Others, of thy Care,
Whose Cause  is bad,  and Means  ill us'd,  successful are.
XLIV.
No Wonder Sins Career,  uncheckt, runs on,
Since here Lifes Joy it hath alone,
Which, though thou bragg'st is giv'n, no sooner's giv'n, than gone.
XLV.
Pomp, Pleasure, Pelf,  idolatriz'd by Fools,
Dispute we now in WISDOMS Schools:
Ambitions  quenchless Fire i'th Spring of Iudgment  cools.
XLVI.
Pride  bladders tymp'nous Hearts, till prickt by Fear, 
Soon they subside by venting there:
Unsafe Ascents  to Pow'r do watching Dangers  rear.
XLVII.
Fearfull, and fear'd is Pomp; Ambition  steep
Does Envie  get, and Hatred  keep;
High State  wants Station;  Honour-thirsting Minds  can't sleep.
XLVIII.
Summon ASPIRO, with his Looms of State 
To weave Prides Web,  in spite of Fate; 
Who, once got up, throwes down the Steps did elevate.
XLIX.
He hates Superiors,  'cause Superiors, and
Inferiors,  lest they's Equals stand;
And on his Fellows  squints, that are in joynt Command.
L.
Th' Ambitious  treach'rous are, and hoodwinkt quite;
Their giddy Heads  have dazled Sight, 
For, Iealousie  clothes Truth  in double Mists of Spite.
LI.
His Eye  must see, and wink; his Tongue  must brave,
And flatter too; his Ear  must have
Audience, yet carelesse be: Thus acts he KING & Slave. 
LII.
So, brightest Angel  blackest Devil  hides;
High'st Rise  to lowest Downfall  slides;
A Mathematick point thus East  and West  divides.
LIII.
Bright Wisdom  sends dark Policie  to School,
Proves the Contriver  but a Fool,
Who builds his Maxims  on a Precipice, or Pool.
LIV.
Great Ones,  keep Realms from Want;  They'l you from Hate: 
Life's not so dear as Wealth;  For, That 
Holds single Bodies, This  the Body of the State.
LV.
Who bad Desires conceive,  they soon wax Great 
With Mischief, then bring forth  Deceit,
So, brood  They Desolation, till it grows  compleat.
LVI.
Let such as sail  'gainst VIRTUES Winde,  use Skill
To tack about; for, what's first Ill, 
Grows worse  by Use, and worst  by Prosecution still.
LVII.
Ev'n That  to which Prides  touring Project  flies,
When graspt, soon by Fruition  dies:
Great Fears,  great Hopes,  great Plots,  great Men  make Tragedies!
LVIII.
Achitophel and  Absalon prov'd  This,
Whose Brains  of their Designs  did misse;
Teaching deep  Machavels; Fraud worst to th' Plotter is.
LIX.
Fallacious  They, and fallible  have been,
Who made RELIGION cloak their Sin: 
Mans greatest Good,  or greatest Ill  is from Within. 
LX.
Those Policies  that hunt for Shadowes  so,
As let at last the Substance  go,
Which ever lasts, make wretched End  in endless  Wo.
LXI.
Had'st for thy Householdstuff the Spoil  of Realms, 
Could'st thou engross Cathaiahs  Gems,
And more then triplicate Romes  triple Diadems;
LXII.
Could'st with thy Feet  toss Empires  into Air, 
And sit i'th Universall Chair 
Of State;  were Pageants  made for Thee  the whole Worlds Mayor; 
LXIII.
Yet those but Pageants  were; Thou, Slave to Sense;
To him, not's own, all Things  dispence
But Storms;  Thou happier wast i'th' Preterperfect Tense.
LXIV.
Steward,  give up th' Account,  the Audit 's neer
To reckon how,  and when,  and where; 
Where much  is lent, there's much  requir'd: Dooms Day 's severe.
LXV.
Thus, proud Ambition  is by Conscience  peal'd;
Vapours  sent up, a while conceal'd,
In thundring Storms  pour down at length, when All 's reveald.
LXVI.
Though Prides  high Head  doth brush the Stars,  yet shall
Its Carkass  like a Sulphur Ball,
Plunge into Flames  Abyss. Pride  concav'd Satans  Hall.
LXVII.
The Mighti'st  are but Worms; pale Cowards  they
Abasht shall stand at that GREAT DAY,
When Conscience,  King of Terrors, shall their Crimes  display.
LXVIII.
Giants  of Earth, Aviso 's may you tell,
That though with envy'd State  you swell,
Yet, soon within Corruptions  Charnel-house you'l dwell.
LXIX.
Scepters  are frail, as Reeds:  who had no Bound,
Are claspt within six foot of Ground;
Whose Epitaphs  next Age will be Oblivion  found.
LXX.
Such Yesterday, as would have been their Slave, 
To day may tread upon their Grave, 
That flats the Nose:  Best Lectures  dust-seel'd Pulpets 
LXXI.
Who tost the Ball  of Earth, in dark Vaults  rest:
All what that Gen'rall  once possest
Was but a Shirt  in's Tomb, who vanquisht all the East. 
LXXII.
Invading Cyrus  in a Tub of Gore, 
Might quaff his Fill, who evermore
Had thirsted Blood:  Him timeless Fate  midst Triumphs tore.
LXXIII.
Weigh Things; Life 's frail, Pomp  vain; remember Paul, 
(The way to rise will be to fall)
In's high Commission  low, in's low, Conversion,  tall.
LXXIV.
Soul, w'udst aspire to th' High'st?  clip Tumors  Wing;
To th' Test  of HEAV'N thy Axioms  bring:
Best Polit'ick David  was. Who conquers Sin 's the King. 
LXXV.
Let raised Thoughts, Elijah -like, aspire
To be encharioted in Fire:
Faith, Love, Joy, Peace, the Wheels to Saints  sublime Desire.
LXXVI.
Avaro  cite, as void of Grace,  as stor'd
With Gold,  the GOD his Soul  ador'd;
Wealth twins with Fear:  Why start'st? Unlock thy unsunn'd Hord: 
LXXVII.
I'l treble't by the Philosophick Stone; 
This makes thee stare. Why, thus  'tis done,
To Passives Actives  joyn in due Proportion.
LXXVIII.
Behold vast Sums  unown'd! Thou hutch-cram'd Chink, 
Art made as Nothing with a Wink,
Thou, bred from Hell,  with Hell -deeds Souls to Hell  dost sink.
LXXIX.
Gold  is the Fautress of all civil Jarres,
Treasons Reward, the Nerve of Wars,
Nurse of Prophaneness, suckling Rage that Kingdoms marres.
LXXX.
Thou potent Devil,  how dost thou bewitch
The dreggy Soul,  spott'st it with Itch! 
This Slave  to thee, his slave, was never poor,  till rich. 
LXXXI.
Now chest  th' all worshipt Ore  with rev'rend Awe;
Sols Gold,  and Luna's Silver  draw
(Should Hell  have these,  'twould plunder'd be) to sate thy Maw.
LXXXII.
While Gripes of Famine mutiny within,
And tan, like Hides, the shrivel'd Skin
O'th' Poor,  whose pining Want  can not thy Pitty  win:
LXXXIII.
Having their Gravestones  underneath their Feet, 
Breath out their Woes  to All they meet,
While thou to them are flintier  than their Bed,  the Street. 
LXXXIV.
Blinded with Tears,  with crying hoarse, forlorn
They seem to be of All,  but Scorn: 
Death  than Delay  (Wants bloudless Wound) is easier born.
LXXXV.
Thy Dropsie  breeds Consumption  in thine Heir;
Who  thus t' himself; —I'l ease your Care,
Measure not Grounds, but your own Earth: Die now  to spare.
LXXXVI.
What's rak'd by Wrong, and kept by Fear, when mine,
Shall spread, as I'm—Then brood the Shine,
Penurious Wretch, till thou by empty Fulnesse pine.
LXXXVII.
Thy Care's to lessen Cost; how slow thy Payes!
How quick Receipts! Lov'st Fasting-Dayes,
But 'tis to save; thus starv'st in Store, thee Plenty slayes.
LXXXVIII.
When shall I rifle every Trunk and Shelf
Of this old muckie wretched Elf, 
Who turns, as Chymists  do, all that he scrapes, to Pelf?
LXXXIX.
O, sordid Phrenzie!  Anxious Maze  of Care!
O, gripple Covetize  to spare,
And dream of Gold!  The Misers  Heav'n, the Indians  Snare.
XC.
Oppression  is the Bloud-shot in their Eyes;
Bribes blanch Gehesa  till he dies:
Fool, read, this Night Death  may thy dunghil Soul  surprize.
XCI.
Think not for whom thou dost thy Soul  deceive,
And injur'd Nature  so bereave;
But still thy knotty Brain  with wedg-like Anguish  cleave.
XCII.
Sruck blinde with Gold,  brood on thy Rapines,  till
Thou hatch up stinging Cares  to th' fill:
The heaviest Curse  on this side Hell 's to thrive in Ill.
XCIII.
Go, venture for't with Sharks;  haste, Miser  old
To th' Hook,  because the Bait  is Gold:
Pawn thy Soul  for't, as Iudas  did, when's LORD he sold.
XCIV.
Possessors are as Saul  possest, who crosse
HEAV'NS Law; Gain,  got by Guile, proves Losse;
Getting begits more Itch; Lusts specious Ore is drosse.
XCV.
Who sowe to Sin  shall reap to Iudgement;  Train
To Hell  is Idolized Gain.
Canst Death,  or Vengeance  bribe? If not, dread ceaseless Pain.
XCVI.
Why so fast poasted by thy strugling Cares, 
And Self-slaying Fraud,  with all their Snares?
Stay, view thy self; Destruction  her crackt Glass prepares.
XCVII.
His pursie Conscience  opens now. I've run 
On Rocks (he houls)  too late to shun,
Lost Vse, and Principle! Gold, I'm by Thee undone!
XCVIII.
If, to exhort be not too late, attend
The wholsom Counsel  of a Friend, 
Renounce thy Idol, and prevent thy wretched End. 
XCIX.
Sound for Faiths  Bottom with Hopes  anch'ring Cord;
Repent, Restore, large Alms afford,
The dismall Fraught  of sinking Sins  cast over-board.
C.
He who returns to 's Avarice  left, his Sore 
Growes desp'rate, Deadlier than before,
His Hopes  of HEAV'N much lesse, his Fears  of Hell  much more.
Oceani Monstrum natat infraenabile, Lingua;
Naves saepè pias haec Echeneis habet;
Cui paro Naumachiam, Freta conturbata pererrans,
Sit Remo (que)   meo, Lis, Remorae (que)   tuae.
—Spes rebus affixa fugacibus, uno
 Frangitur Afflatu—
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD.CANTO XI. The Disincantation. ARGUMENT.
Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus,
Cui Mens Lucisinops, Stulta Ruina Domûs;
Qui Cereri, Bromio (que)   litat, Luxu (que)   liquescit;
Huic ne putrescat, pro Sale Vita datur.
Volupto,  crown'd with Blisse of Fools, is bent
To Wine, Feasts, Gauds, loose Merriment;
Runs on in Lusts Career, till Grace stops-with Repent. 
STANZA I.
O  Headlesse, heady Age! O giddy Toyes!
As humble Cots yield quiet Joyes;
So prouder Palaces are Drums of restlesse Noise.
II.
'Twas in the blooming Verdure of the Yeer,
When through the Twins Sol 's Course did steer,
That a spruce Gallant  did, on Summons, strait appear.
III.
Glitt'ring in Brav'ry, like the Knight  o'th' Sun;
Whose Nags in Hide-park  Races run
This Ev'n. 'Tis sure Volupto,  old Avaros  Son.
IV.
Hot showes the Day, by th' Dust upon his Head,
And all his Clothes so loosely spread,
He's so untrust, as if it were not long to Bed:
V.
His Hands keep Time to th' Tune of's Feet, his Pace
Is danced Measures, and 'tis Grace
Enough, ore's Shoulder to afford a quarter-face.
VI.
Act, 'bove French Monkies,  Antimasks he might
Before the Apes  (Spectators right)
Such Dops, Shrugs, Puppet-playes shew best by Candlelight.
VII.
How mimick hum'rous Garbs in various kinde
Do checquer Whimsies in the Minde!
As diff'ring Flow'rs on Peru's Wonder  Gardners finde.
VIII.
Hast thou black Patches too? for Shame, forbear;
Smooth Chins should not have Spots, but Hair:
But thou art modish, and canst vapour, drink, & swear.
IX.
How blazing Tapers waste Lifes blink away
In Socket of their mouldring Clay!
How powder'd Curls do sin-polluted Dust bewray!
X.
As Prudence  fram'd Art to be Natures Ape;
So Pride  forms Nature to Arts Shape:
Corrupted Wine is worst that's prest from richest Grape.
XI.
Wilt Reasons Sense dissolve in senselesse Wine?
And sing, while Youths frail Gem does shine,
Come, Laughter, stretch our Spleen; Come Sack in Crystal Shrine!
XII.
First, Wine  shall set, next shall a wanton Dame 
Our Blood on Fire, then quench our Flame.
But, Brute, Repentance  shall, or Hell  thy wild-fire tame.
XIII.
Now, with the Gallon ere thou try'st a Fall,
Think o'th' Hand-writing  on the Wall:
If Bacchus  th' Inturn  gets, down Conscience goes & All.
XIV.
Shouldst thou but once the swinish Drunkard view,
Presented in a Myrrour true,
Quite souc'd in Tavern Juice; in him, thy self thou'dst rue.
XV.
A nobler Birth, with an ignoble Breast,
Rich Corps without a Minde's a Beast:
He's raz'd from Honours Stem, who, Riot, is thy Guest;
XVI.
Thy Guests swoln Dropsies, and dull Surfets are:
The Gluttons Teeth their Graves prepare;
They're sick in Health, & living dead, whose Maw's their Care.
XVII.
Go, Corm'rants, go, with your luxurious Flock,
Rap'd from three Elements; we mock
Your muskie Jellie, Pheasant, candid Apricock.
XVIII.
To Arabs,  that they send their Phoenix write;
In's spice Nest be cookt it might:
Far fetch't, dear bought, best suits the Apician  Appetite.
XIX.
Go, with thy Stags embalm'd, entombd in Paste;
On Tenants Sweat feeds rampant Waste:
We prize 'bove wilde Intemp'rance, a Carthusian Fast.
XX.
Excesse enhanceth Rates: Thou, on this Score,
Grind'st 'twixt thy Teeth the starving Poor,
Who beg dry Crums, which they with Tears would moysten ore.
XXI.
Laz'rus,  thy Skin's Deaths Sheet, 'twixt that & Bone
There's no Parenthesis! bemone,
Dives,  CHRISTS Members now, or thou shalt ever grone.
XXII.
Prance, pamper'd Stallions, to the Grave  y'are driv'n:
Nought satisfies the Soul but HEAV'N,
Th'art empty, World,  from Morn,  through Noon to doting Ev'n. 
XXIII.
In twice-dy'd Tyrian Purple thou dost nest,
Restlesse, with heaving Fumes opprest,
Which cause tumultuous Dreams, Foes to indulgent Rest.
XXIV.
From hence the Spark, (what pitty 'tis!) is Ill
Grown cropsick. Post for Physicks Skill;
Phlebotomize  he must, and take the Vomit  Pill.
XXV.
Doctor,  the Cause of this Distemper state us.
His Cachexie results from Flatus
Hypocondrunkicus ex Crapulâ creatus.
XXVI.
School him, whose HEAV'N is Sense, whose Reason dim;
Who wasts his Time, as Time wasts him:
Give ore his Soul, Divine; Tayler  make's Body trim.
XXVII.
Now, sheath'd in rusling Silks, new Suits display;
Thy Cloaths outworth Thee: Wisemen  say,
Hedg-creeping Glow-worms  never mount to starrie Ray.
XXVIII.
Yet, who's born under Iupiter  shall move
I'th Sphear of Honour, Riches, Love;
Say Wizards. Vnder  Jove w' are all born, none above. 
XXIX.
Still to be pounct, perfum'd, still queintly drest,
Still to be guarded to a Feast
By fawning Looks, & squinting hearts—like an Arrest.
XXX.
Still to have toting Waits un [...] eel thine Eyes,
In Bed, at Board, when sit, when rise:
Such, Card'nal -like, their Paris prize 'bove Paradise.
XXXI.
Know, Worldlings,  that Prosperitie's a Gin,
If wantoniz'd, breeds Storms within:
To Torture turns the Metamorphosis of Sin.
XXXII.
Pomp its own Burthen is, Whose slippery State
Oft headlong, by too rash Debate,
Tumbles for value of a Straw, pulls on its Fate.
XXXIII.
His Heart-blood seeths; that Blood sends up in Heat
Fierce Spirits; those, i'th' Eye, their Seat,
Fires kindle; fiery Eyes, like Comets, Ruine threat.
XXXIV.
Fierce Balaam,  hold thy Hand, and smite no Asse
But him i'th' Saddle; he alas
Wounds through her Sides himself: Wrath through the Soul doth pass.
XXXV.
Duels for Blood, like Molocks  Idol, gape.
Thou, turn'd a Swine out of an Ape,
First put'st on Peacocks Pride, at last the Tygers Shape.
XXXVI.
They'r gross, not Great, who serve wild Laws of Blood;
Such, only Great,  who dare be Good: 
GRACE buoies up Honor,  which, without It, sticks in mud.
XXXVII.
Make thorough Search: As hard to finde thy Cure,
As Circles puzling Quadrature, 
Or, next Way by North-Sea  to sail to China  sure.
XXXVIII.
Lo, idle Sloth in Lap of Sodom  plac't.
Here lies  He—did Occasions wast,
Invaluable now, irreparable past.
XXXIX.
Go, wanton with the Winde: misus'd Hours have
A Life, no other then the Grave:
Most, for Lifes circumstance, the Cause  of living wave.
XL.
The privie Councel of the glorious TRINE
Did in creating Man combine;
Angels  lookt on, and wondred at the Soul  divine!
XLI.
Which, Storehouse of three living Natures  is,
Doth the vast World epitomize,
Of whom, ev'n All we see's but a Periphrasis!
XLII.
Now, to what End can we conceive Mans Frame,
Save to the Glory  of GODS Name,
And his eternal Blisse,  included in the Same.
XLIII.
Fools,  living die; SAINTS, dying live: Seeds thrive
When earth't: Who dye to Sin survive;
So, to come richer up, Pearl-fishers deeper dive.
XLIV.
Now's Courtesan  appears, who blowes Loves Fire,
Her pratling Eyes speak vain Desire;
To catch this art-fair flie  the following Trouts  aspire.
XLV.
The gamesome Flie that round the Candle playes,
Is scorcht to Death i'th courted Blaze:
Thus is the Amourist  destroy'd by lustful Gaze.
XLVI.
This Dame  of Pleasure, does, to seem more bright,
Lattice her Day with bars of Night;
Spots this fair Sorceress Cloud, more to enforce Delight.
XLVII.
This Helen,  who does Beautie  counterfeit,
And on her Face black Patches set
(Like Tickets on the Door) shewes that She  may be Let. 
XLVIII.
She'd Coach  Affection on her Cheek:  But why
W'ud Cupids  Horses climb so high
Over her alpine Nose, t'orethrow it in her Eye?
XLIX.
Truths Apes,  beware; such Wheels your Earth do wear;
Horses with rugged Hoofe will tear;
VVho living's coacht with Pride, shal dying fall wth  Fear.
L.
(But, noble LADIES, VIRGINS  chast, as fair;
Sweet modest Sex, that Virtuous are,
Ye First,  my Honour; my Respect, ye Second,  share.
LI.
ANGELICK FORMS,  far be it to perplex,
Or cast Aspersion on your Sex:
Loose Art in Those, your native beaming Lustre decks.
LII.
So, have I seen the Limners Hand design
A ruder Peece, neer one Divine,
With this  course face, to make That  other Beauty shine.)
LIII.
Her Eyes spread Nets, her Lips Baits, & her Arms
Enthralling Chains: Sense hugs the Charms
Of Idlenesse and Pride, while Reason's free from Harms.
LIV.
Tempestuous Whirlwindes revell in the Air
Of her feig'nd Sighs; her Smile's a Snare,
Which she as slighly sets, as subtly does prepare.
LV.
Scarce is the Toy  at Noon to th' Girdle drest;
Nine Pedlars need each Morn be prest
To lanch her forth: A ship as soon is rigg'd to th' West.
LVI.
At length Shee's built up with accoutred Grace;
The Spark 's enflam'd with her set Face,
Her glancing Eye, her lisping Lip, her mincing Pace.
LVII.
On those,  his optick Faculties do play,
Like frisking Motes  in sunny Day,
Like gawdy nothings in the Trigon  Glasse that ray.
LVIII.
On her,  profusely now he spends his Ore;
Scarce the Triumvir  lavisht more
When he did costly treat his stately Memphian Whore. 
LIX.
Thou, inconsid'rate Flash,  spend'st pretious Dayes
In Dances, Banquets, Courtisms, Playes,
To gain the Shade of Joy, which, soon as gaind, decayes.
LX.
Which, barely tasted makes thee long the more;
Enjoy'd, 'tis loath'd, was lov'd before:
Thus, nor Mirths Flood, nor ebbe can please, nor Sea, nor Shore.
LXI.
His Pulse beats Cupids  March, and's itching Vein
Must vent loose Lines, whence Souls  are slain;
Which, by augmenting Lust,  will but augment his Pain. 
LXII.
Ah, might too forward Sin be checkt by Fear!
But, what may cure that Eye, that Ear,
Which, being blinde and deaf, brags best to see & hear!
LXIII.
Thy Iuno 's but a Cloud: She is not She 
Thy fond Esteem makes Her to be;
Her Basilisks double Eye-sight kills with viewing Thee.
LXIV.
She murthers Poysons, thence Complexion's found
To murther Hearts. O, Joyes unsound
From light-bred Daughters,  though they weigh ten thousand pound!
LXV.
Tell me not, simpring Lais,  that thy Ray
Can Bloud, turn'd Ice, unfreeze, like May;
Whose spotted Face to Vertue  does Soul  spots betray.
LXVI.
Cerusse,  not Lilies there; thy blushing Rose
Its Tincture to Vermilion  owes:
Curs'd be those civil Wars  LOVES ROYALTY oppose.
LXVII.
Say not, a noble Love  to thee he bears;
While's Hand writes Odes, his Eye drops Tears;
That tim'rously he's bold, burns, freezes, dares, and fears.
LXVIII.
Nor tell me, Nymphadoro,  that Loves Throes
For her, robbe thy Repast, Repose:
Thou peul'st not to repent, but to bebrine thy Woes:
LXIX.
Woes, worse then Waitings at the five  Mens trade;
Worse than, when sick, through Sloughs to wade
In Stormy Night, hard jolted on a dull tir'd Jade.
LXX.
Shake off these Remoras  would thee undo:
The VIRTUOUS loveli'est are. GRACE woo;
What Jeweller for Glass will orient Pearl forgo?
LXXI.
The Soul, that Beauteousnesse of GRACE exquires,
And to decline By-paths Desires,
Must inward bend the Rayes of his selected Fires.
LXXII.
Unmuffle, ye dim Clouds, and disinherit
From black usurping Mysts his Spirit;
From Rocks, that split vain Hopes, to Heav'nly  Comforts rear it.
LXXIII.
B'entrencht ere midnight Larums; undergoe
The Pennance  of repentant Snow,
Which, melting down, will quench, & cleanse, as it doth flow.
LXXIV.
Repentance  Health is, giv'n in bitter Pill;
Best Rectifier of the Will;
The Joy of Angels,  Love of GOD, the Hate of Ill.
LXXV.
Action's the Life of Counsel; Bathe thy Soul,
I'th' LAMBS red Laver; in Dust roul,
Before Despair;  Hells Serjeant comes, drink Sorrows  Boul.
LXXVI.
Ere th' icie Mantle of a wrinkled Skin
Candies the Bristles of thy Chin,
Repent;  ere chap-faln Door shall let Deaths Terrors in.
LXXVII.
Never too late does true Repentance  sue;
Yet, late Repentance  seldom's true:
Who would not, when they might, may, when they would, It rue.
LXXVIII.
For Minutes of impertinent Delight,
Loose not, ô, loose not INFINITE!
Scorn to be Vassal to base Sin, and hellish Spite.
LXXIX.
Why dost out-sin the Devil?  He ne're soil'd
With Lust, or Glutt'ny was; ne're foil'd
With Drink, nere in the Net of Slothfulnesse entoyl'd.
LXXX.
I may perswade, yet not prevail! Sin-charms
Bewitch him, till Wrath cries to Arms:
Sins first Face smiles, her second frowns, her third alarms.
LXXXI.
Sinners are fondly blinde when they transgresse;
All Woes are, than such Blindenesse, lesse:
That Wretch most wretched is, who sleights his Wretchedness.
LXXXII.
Presumption  slayes her thousands! too late then 
Foe to advise of Danger, when
Vengeance,  that dogs their Steps, shal worry them in's Den.
LXXXIII.
Gallants,  Should Trophies Caesarize  your Power,
Should Beauty Helenize  your Flower,
Should Mammon Danaize  ye with his golden Shower;
LXXXIV.
Yet, when REVENGE shall inward Thunders send,
And Sodom-Storms on Souls descend,
Salvation  scorn'd, what rests but every tort'ring Fiend! 
LXXXV.
That GOD refus'd, who you from Depth of nought
To Being,  nay Well-being  brought!
Ingrate, for Talents  lent, return your selves Sin -fraught.
LXXXVI.
Bad Great Ones are Great Bad Ones: Foul Defect
It is, when Pow'r doth Shame  protect;
Such, will do what they will,  but, what they ought,  neglect.
LXXXVII.
Virtue by Practise  to her Pitch does soar;
But they, who such a Course give ore,
Shall sadly wish for Time,  when Time  shall be no more.
LXXXVIII.
Ye, brittle Sheds of Clay, resolve ye must
Into Originary Dust,
When swift-heeld Death oretakes you. Where's then all your Trust?
LXXXIX.
Men in their Generations live by turns;
Their Light soon to its Socket burns;
Then to converse with Spirits  they go, & None returns.
XC.
Tomb-pendant Scutcheons, pompous Rags of State,
Those gorgeous Bubbles but relate
The thing that was, nere liv'd: 'Tis Goodness  gildeth Fate.
XCI.
Grace  outlasts marble Vaults; That  crowns Expense;
Brasse is shortliv'd to Innocence: 
Times greedy Self shall one Day find its Praeter-tense.
XCII.
When Heav'ns  that had their Deluge-dropsie, shall
Their burning Feaver have; When All
Is one Combustion; when Sol  seems a black burnt Ball:
XCIII.
When Nature 's laid asleep in her own Urn;
When, what was drown'd at first, shall burn;
Then, Sinners into quenchless Flames, Sins Mulct, shall turn!
XCIV.
Nere shall a cooling Julep Such appease,
Whom Brimstone Torrents without Ease
Enrage, i'th dungeon of dark flames, and burning Seas!
XCV.
In Center of the terrible Abysse,
Remotest from supernall Blisse,
That horrid, hideous, gloomy, endlesse Dungeon is!
XCVI.
Fools, who hath charm'd you? Sue betimes Divorse
From your vain World,  where power did force
A Rape,  there let not Choice make Marriage,  which is worse.
XCVII.
Man  is a World,  and more; For this huge Masse
Shrunk, as a Scroul, away shall passe;
Whil'st His  pure Substance is as everlasting Glasse.
XCVIII.
The World  is like the Basilisks fell eyes;
Whose first sight kills; first seen, it dies:
Man,  by a brave Disdain, its poys'ning Venom flies.
XCIX.
Gay World,  who Thee adores, thou great wilt make;
Pearl may he quaff, and Pleasures take
Of Sense, but must descend into the Sulph'ry Lake! 
C.
Is Hell  the Upshot thou to thine  canst lend?
Crawl, groveling Trifles, to your End;
Vanish beneath my Scorn. Goe, World,  recant, amend.
Provehimur Portu, Terram (que)   relinquimus illam
Quae natum Gremio prima rigente tulit.
O felix Oculus Portum visurus Amantis,
Sit licet in Lacrymas naufragus ipse suas!
Dedignor Indigna.
[figure] In lenocitantes hujus Tempestatis Venerillas, Juvenum Scrobes, Animarum Voragines. IN nova fert Animus mutatas dicere Formas
Spectra, salax quarum Mente Libido furit.
Ludicra depicti jam prodit Imago Theatri,
En hîc Scena vafris insidiosa Dolis.
Ergò mihi nunquam nisi Personata videnda es?
Si vis Personam sumere, sume tuam.
Cui loquor? Ipse tuâ deludor Imagine; Vera
Quid facies, cùm vel fallere picta potes?
Picta Genas, discincta Sinus, nudata Papillas;
Albor Cerufsâ, fit, Minio (que)   Rubor.
Vendere si non vis Carnem, conclude Macellum;
Nec Lupa mentitâ decipe Carne Procos.
Nunc emere haud fas est, quia Quadragesima, Carnes;
Venales Mammas ergô Lanissa, tege.
Affigis Maculas dum Signa loquacia Malis,
Mercandum Pretio Corpus adesse notas.
Quae primam extenuat Culpam, rea saepè secundae est;
Saepiùs è primâ Labe secunda venit.
Plurima compositos conservat capsa Colores;
Sic Faciem tibi, cum caetera vendis, emis.
Suavia viscosis renuo libare Labellis,
Ne teneat Fucus fixa Labella tuus.
Quàm levis Incessus! quàm Lumina paeta vagantur!
Verbula quàm molli Gutture fracta fluunt!
Quid me blanda tuis fallacibus obruis Hirquis?
Serpentem Gremio, Virus in Ore geris.
[Page 208]  Non amat, hamat Amor tuus, ô Trivenefica, nostro
Non opus est Cultu, Te nimis ipsa colas.
Sidera contendas Oculi sint, Purpura Malae,
Electrum Crines, Dens Ebur, Ora Favi.
Consulto Speculo geris Omnia; fallet Imago:
Versus cancrinus quo [...] d Literas.
 Te nam (an jurares) sera Ruina manet.
Sed quorsum in miseras labuntur Carmina Nugas?
Praesens, est absens, pars minor illa sui.
Quid velit haec Pictura loquens? quem postulat Usum?
Ut suspendatur nonnè Tabella nitet?
Quid tunc è tanto restabit Amantibus Igne?
Fumus iners, tristis Faex, inamoenus Odor.
Ne jactes igitur Formam, fucata; Megaeram
Formosam fieri sic quoque posse reor.
Dicite, Doctores, huic quae Complexio? Quinta. 
Quis placet huic Sensus, dicite? Sextus erit. 
Sub quo signo orta? Opposito sub Virginis Astro 
Edita  sub caudâ, credo, Draconis erat.
Quaenam illi fuerit Mens? Subdola.  Lingua? dolosa. 
Quae Metamorphosis? Prodigiosa sibi. 
Naso, suam Metamorphosin quî scribere possit,
Quotidiè Formas cùm novet ista Venus?
[Page 209]   
[figure] In sceleratissimam Seculi Licentiam, cujus in melius commutandi exilis admodùm supersit Spes. TOtus adeò in Maligno (mali ligno) positus est Mundus, ut vehementer hujusmodi Satyris egeat. Vbiquè nunc locorum damnosa Malorum Vitia, noxiarum instar herbarum, citissimè pullulescunt. Perjuria, Superbia, Temulentia, &c. Terram sub Mole Peccatorum non ruere admirabile, cùm Coeli, qui ingentia illa Corpora Solis, Lunae, Stellarum, praeter suam Vastitatem non solùm ferunt, sed circumferunt, absque Ruinae Periculo; unicum tamen Peccatum ferre nequiverunt, sed statim per solidas illas Machinas, peccatum, cum suo Authore Lucifero, delapsum, etiam Terram penetrans, ad Fundum Abyssi infernalis descendit.
ACtor Homo, Coelum Spectator, grande Theatrum Mundus, Vita frequens Fabula, Scena Dies.
[Page 210]  Undè ego, sublimi positus, Deliria Mundi
Defleo, dum Vitij Pondere tristè gemit.
Esse quid hoc dicam, perversa quod Omnia cerno!
Denis quàm Tenebris mergitur Orbis iners!
Talia tartareo crevere Piacula Seclo,
Vix Terris Scelerum mox Modus ullus erit.
Luxus ovans, impurus Amor, maculosa Libido,
Persica Mollicies, Spes levis, Ira gravis.
Carnificina Boni, sed Iniqui sedula Nutrix,
Orbis es, Illecebras nil nisi turpis habes.
Fraus juvat, hinc justa est, fallique & fallere gaudes;
Mors Jocus, Infernus Fabula, S [...] anna Polus.
Heu, Pietas ubi prisca! Profana ò Tempora! Mundi
Faex, Vesper, propè Nox; ô mora! CHRISTE, Veni [...] 
[figure] 
TE rapit aerio ventosa Superbia Curru;
Siste rotas, Currus ferventes siste; Loquamur.
Nunc opus est leviore Lyrâ. Tu, Cyprie Bubo,
Ore procax, Novitatis amans, Venerisque Satelles,
Callidus incautas Philtris mollire Puellas,
Splendida rimaris petulanti Lumine Spectra,
[Page 211]  Et Mala quaeque Bonis praefers, Deliria Veris,
Frivola vaniloquo Mendacia gutture jactas,
Mentis inops, Ratione carens, Virtutis inanis,
Volveris effuso suadente Libidine Luxu,
Lauta coronatis ambis Convivia Mensis,
Sunt tibi Deliciae, Risus, Jocularia Cordi,
Futilibus fatuus Garritibus Aera pulsas,
Quique ciet Nugas, Donaria summa reportat,
Illicitumque putas nihil; Omne, quod officit, optas;
Expetis ut fulvum Mundus vertatur in Aurum;
Auritâ de Gente Midae reor esse Nepotem:
Stulte, tuas Vestes, Avis ut Junonia plumas,
Aspicis; in Cute curandâ malè conteris Aevum.
O, Genus insipidum! sani tibi mica Cerebri?
Auscultet tumido Gens implacabilis Ore.
Luxuries praedulce Malum, blanditur, & angit:
Innumeras parit ipsa Cruces, nutritque, Voluptas:
Vita vices morientis habet, morerisque superstes.
Sed, quid ago? Surdis cantatur Fabula▪ Fati
Vespera mox veniet! quid inexorabilis haeres?
Cuncta tenere putes; tu percipis omnia; Solùm
Hoc nescis, Pant [...] n quod es insanissimus Andr [...] n.
In strenuos hujus Seculi Compotores, & Gulones Perditissimos. QValis hîc Boatus? quae Vociferatio? Auscultemus. Aut bibite, aut hunc Cantharum, quantus quantus est, in Capita impingam vestra.  Sic enim assuefacti (à sue facti) sunt; Qui tamen Ipsi nondum hesternam edormiverunt Crapulam. Heu, quàm petitis perituri peritura! Labantes ad Praecipitium impellitis, & ad Infernum proruentibus, calcar subditis! Interim tamen vos accusat Conscientia, Testis est Memoria, Ratio Iudex, Voluptas Carcer, Timor Tortor, Oblectamentum Tormentum! Vndè, hi vorando, bibendo, ludendo, dormiendo, moriendo, justè obliviscantur sui, qui vivendo (nisi jurando) semper obliti sunt Dei.
TUrgidus iste quis est? ambas perpotus ad Aures,
Qui tradit rabidae Fraena soluta Gulae;
[Page 213]  Qui plures avido Calices ingurgitat haustu;
Cui Venus in Vinis, Ignis in Igne furit;
Cui Venter Deus est, & lauta Culina Sacellum;
Orgia cui madidi grata profana Dei;
Cui sunt Liba Dapes, & Compotatio Festum;
Et Pietas plenâ Lance litare Gulae;
Plurima qui spondet, perfusus Tempora Baccho;
Omnia quae Socijs, cras, sine fronte negat;
Cujus Lingua vomit spumantia Vota Salutis,
Obrutus est nimio dum sine Mente Mero.
Vivamus liquidi, potemus, edamus, ovemus;
Nulla Sepultorum nascitur Vva Cavis:
Mordaces Curas solvamus Vociferando,
Sic permittamus laetiùs ire Dies:
Falle Diem, strue Serta, Scyphum rape, tingere Nardo;
Si tibi Cura mei, sit tibi Cura Meri:
Prome Falerna, remitte Pavenda, propellito Nubes:
Leviathae Os utinàm nunc mihi grande foret!
Gemmatis si Musta bibam flammantia Poclis,
Inde frequens Naso Gemma repentè micet [...] 
Plurima sic olidis epotat Vina Tabernis,
Vt referat brutas sordida Vita Sues:
Immersus Vitij Barathro, Scelerisque Profundo,
Ebrius Errorum Nectare, Porcus ovat.
Immemor ipse sui, nimiùm memor ipse Suorum,
Carneus iste Cadus, Viva Culina cluat.
Nocturno reboat dum caeca Plataea Tumultu,
Quodvis ex animo suavè peregit Opus.
Una Salus tibi sit nullam potare Salutem:
Te Puer in triviis erudijsse potest.
[Page 214]  Qui mihi Discipulus, 
Bibo sis,  cupis atque doceri;
Huc ades,  Abdomen spernere disce tuum.
Pondus iners, Carnis Cumulus, Vinique Culullus,
Progenies Grylli, Dux Epicurus harae;
Coenum, non Coelum sapis, Ingluviemque saginas,
Non Mentem; solùm pro sale Vita datur.
Ditia sorbebit subit [...]  Patrimonia Guttur;
Quod tua peccarunt Guttura, Vitra luunt.
Quae Mare, Terra, Polus, Pisce, Alite, Vite ministrant,
Desidis alta Gulae Cuncta Barathra vorant.
Effera Tempestas Cellae, Barathrumque Macelli!
Examines tumulet mortua Turba tuos!
Hoc verbo concludo, nec os tibi sublino: Nequam  es:
Exitio, nisi te corrigis, Ipse tibi.
EHeu, quàm Magnificus  iste jam aegrotat miserè! ecce, Linteola Manu contrahit, distorto Ore & distento Labia dispandit, anhelis Pulmonibus difficile spirat, longum Vale  Mundo dicit, tenebrescentes Oculos circumvolvit, & suburbia Mortis intrat. Lectores,  clarum hîc Speculum Fragilitatis cernite. Gregor. Magnus Lib. 4. Cap.  38. Dialogorum, de Chrysorio  Romano tradit Historiam, de quo, an Divitijs, seu Vitijs magis abundaverit, incertum fuit. Cùm, quasi expirans, anxiaretur, apparuere illi teterrimi, Daemones, ipsum certatim prensantes, traheréque ad Inferna annixi; Ille, Horrore tremuit, se (que)   super Lectum huc atque illuc vertere miseris coepit Modis. Nec dubitaret Quisquam Spiritus  sibi apparuisse, qui probè illius Gestus; & Lamenta consideraret. Postremò, ipse, cùm jam Amicorum Auxilio desperasset, ad Hostes conversus, Inducias, oro, [Page 215]   Inducias, inquit, Inducias, vel tantùm usque ad mane! cui, Daemones; Stulte, hac nocte eripietur tibi Anima.  Dum hoc poscendo ingeminat, Animam exhalavit! Vae vobis miseris, qui in ipsis Voluptatum Blandimentis, saevis Pa [...] perum Oppressionibus, & iniquis Praeliandi Ardoribus subitò auferimini!
INstare, heu, summum, Mens, tibi crede Diem,
Actus Fabellae  jam tibi quintus adest,
Namque stat ad Mortis Limina Vita tremens;
Quid modò, dum Muris imminet Hostis, agas?
Te rapiet subitò Mors inopina Gradu!
An non supremi Iudicis  Ora times?
Mente soporatâ Cuncta quieta fluunt,
Exagitat saevis evigilante Minis!
Stat vinctum rigido sons Adamante jecur,
Undique constrictum Crimine, Lege, Nece!
Stare tamen nullo mens queat aegra Loco!
Afflictum Pectus quis tolerate potest!
Me Tremor, Impietas, Flagra, Gehenna rotant!
Totus in Aspectu sum rea Massa Dei!
Heu, quàm terribilis Sontibus Vltor  adest!
Qui Flagellorum millia mille parat!
Quis dabit hisce Modum, quêis Modus omnis abest!
Supplicium Aeternum! Dirus ut ille Sonus!
Nullis Inferni Flamma domatur aquis!
Aestus at infusae Gurgite crescit Aquae!
Nunc, Mundi quid Honos, Gaza, Jocusque, valent!
Vos, speciem fumi, quicquid habetis, habet;
Perfidiosa sequi Ludicra Mundus amat;
[Page 216]  Tristia sub placido melle Venena latent;
Quo magis arrident, sunt metuenda magis;
Turgida ventoso Pectora Folle replent.
Inter Acidalias, ceu Sybarita,  Rosas
Crevi, Praeda feris discrutianda Rogis!
Praedonum Paphiâ mitior Ira face; 
Cultorem perdis; qui tibi vivit, obit;
Arbore seu Chavae,  prima Venena necis,
Arbore sic CHRISTI Vita secunda fluit.
Hac, hac sit nostrâ Meta terenda rotâ!
Jam nunc Justorum Fata  lubire velim!
Pro Te, CHRISTE, pati, est vincere, Vita mori:
Te peto dum superest Halitus; Oro, fave.
Hanc, DEUS, ex magno mittis Amore Crucem:
Sum miser, ah, misero fer miseratus Opem!
Nunc opus est Precibus, nunc Ope, CHRISTE, tuâ!
Unus Opem, Vulnus qui dedit, Ille ferat!
Poenitet admissi Criminis; oro DEUS,
Sanguinis inspergat, Gutta vel una tui!
 [...] perem, vix ullam Spes ubi cernat Opem!
Singula baptizem Corporis Acta mei!
Sint Lachrymae Mentis Gaudia sola meae!
Quae suaves aliquid, Nectaris instar, habent;
Tristia qui spargit, Gaudia abindè metet;
Laetitiae Segetem flebilis Unda parit:
Langueo, sola sones Lachryma! Lingua sile.
Haec, Lector, siccis quì tueare Genis!
DEliciae, Luxus, laqueata Palatia, Gemmae,
Incautos, veluti blanda Venena,  [...] ecant;
In Trabea Livor, Gemmâ Timor, Ira sub Auro;
Bullatum his Pectus plurima Pestis agit.
Est Honor umbra Rei. Quid Honoris Spes? minus umbrâ;
Umbram finge umbrae, spes id Honoris erit;
Dum placet, illudit; dum splendit, fallit; amoenam
Sic referens bullam, frangitur illa micans:
Aurea pacatam turbant Laquearia Mentem,
Et Vigiles Noctes Purpura saepè trahit;
Oblongas videt ire vigil sua Taedia Noctes,
Praeque ipsis longas Noctibus ire Dies:
Saepè Equitem excussit, fractâ Cervice Sedentis,
Ad Titulos properans Ambitionis Equus:
Illis, sceptrigeri quos lactat Gloria Mundi
Auratis Tectis, fit peregrina Salus.
Divitias Avidus per aperta Pericula Ponti,
Retia quae Mentis, concumulare studet.
Haec, mihi ne noceant cauto, cretata facessat
Ambitio, & fulvi sordida Cura Luti.
Felix qui streperi Ludibria rideat Orbis,
Aspernans Aevi luxuriantis Opes.
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT, OR The Happinesse of a Private Life. CANTO XII. The Segregation. ARGUMENT.
TV, mihi Thema, Quies Animae, sanctus (que)   Recessus;
Rores dum saturant me, Deus alme, tui.
Vera Quies, Paucos nosti, notissima Paucis;
Dum fugio Plures, te peto, vera Quies.
Carmina Secessum?  Potiùs Devotio quaerit:
Sic quadrant Modulis Pectora sancta suis.
Turbat Apollineas clamosa Molestia Musas;
Christicolae Modulos sed magìs illa gravat.
Sit procul Vrbs, prope Vota mihi; mihi reddar, & intùs
Plena Fide perstet Mens mea, plena Deo!
Hoc Nemus est Templum, patuli Laquearia Rami;
Fit sacrae Truncus quisque Columna Domûs:
Pervia Sylva patens est Porta, Cacumina Pinnae;
Baptismi Pignus Rivulus omnis habet:
Dat Mensam Collis sacram mihi Cespite tectus;
Pectoris Ara Fides, Zelus Amor (que)   focus.
[Page 219]  Si quis 
Baptistes  in Eremo praedicet, Ecce
Pulpita, in arboreâ Sede locata, patent.
Hìc licet elatâ dare Verba precantia Voce;
Et si [...] e Teste, Deo nec nisi Teste, loqui.
Ipsa monent tremulas quatientia Flamina frondes,
Per nos fundendas Corde tremente Preces.
Antevolans (que)   cavo Suspiria nostra Susurro,
Dum gemit Aura levis, Tugeme, Cultor,  ait.
Voce Deum celebro; Concordes sponte Choristae,
Sunt Praecentores, dum modulantur, Aves.
Amen subijcio; dat Amen, quasi Clericus, Echo.
Sylva placet, Luxus Desidiose, Vale.
THE ARGUMENT.
True Blisse!  Thou know'st but Few,  to Few  art known;
While we shun Many, Thee alone
We court, and All  enjoy in Thee,  when All are gon.
STANZA I.
W Aste not an other Word on Fools;  Forsake
What grates the Ear, pure Notions take;
Know, that the smoothest Hones,  the sharpest Razors  make.
II.
Ill suits it with a Russet  Life, to write
Court-Tissue:  Swayns, by thresholds Sight,
Observe, as well, as Lords by Clocks of Gold, Times flight.
III.
Whose Crystal Shrines, like Oysters, gape each hour,
Discov'ring Time by Figures Pow'r:
That is the nobler Watch,  foreshowes the threatning Shour.
IV.
While comb'rous Gain does various Cares obtrude,
The richer Minde  courts Solitude,
And does Guile (subtle to beguile it self) exclude.
V.
More than high Greatnesse humble Goodness  draws;
Elm Rafters, mantled 'Ore with straws,
Out-blesse Escuriall  Tour's that seem Heav'ns Cupulas.
VI.
Each City-Shop's a Trap; each Toy, a Yoke;
What Wise-man  willingly would choke
Himself in thicker Clouds of griping Care, than Smoke?
VII.
Who would not flie that Broil, whence Blisse  is flown;
Where, in Times dregs, Religion 's grown
From Best, to All (flow Tears of Blood!) from All, to none.
VIII.
LORD, guide thy Church,  which Interests empair;
Who, without Knowledge, factious are,
They little mind the Flock,  so they the Fleece  may share.
IX.
Why climb'd they else the Pulpit, as Lots Brother, 
With Fire  in one Hand, Knife  i'th other?
'Twas vip'rous Nero  slew his own indulgent Mother. 
X.
As Peace  Heav'ns Blessing; so is War  His Rod,
Man-hunting Beast, a Scourge from GOD,
Which doth unhinge the World; fierce Grapes in Wraths Press trod.
XI.
Let me, in Griefs Prerogative, be bold
To question Such, as dare to hold
That they the SHEPHERD lov'd, when they forsook the Fold. 
XII.
Such Scramblers at the Shearing Feasts, I shun;
Forgetting, and forgotten, run
To fraudlesse Swains. I have a FRIEND compliant won;
XIII.
By his Example may my Life be penn'd,
May He read, like Himself,  his Friend: 
Souls in Conjunction should, like Stars, kind Influence send.
XIV.
Us Sympathie, the Mindes true Priest, does joyn;
'Tis Grace makes Sociall Love, divine;
Tun'd Octaves Uni'sons are, Duos in One combine.
XV.
When two enweav'd are in one high Desire,
They feel like ANGELS, mutuall Fire;
Flames Intellectiue  liue, materiall Flames expire.
XVI.
Vain World,  thy Friends are Theeves of Time; Twice they
Are robb'd; for, Times Self steals away,
Leaving a dull December  for a sportive May. 
XVII.
Fools Chat is built on Sand; But blest who hives
Discourse, that on Heav'ns  Sweetnesse lives,
Such, as to raise the Fire to high-born Virtue  strives.
XVIII.
For Birds  of Paradise  the proper Fare
Is purest Vapour of the Aire;
Souls nourisht from the Influ'nce of GODS SPIRIT are.
XIX.
Dew fattens Earth, the Earth yeelds Plants, and then
The Plants feed Beasts, the Beasts feed Men;
Man on His WORD should feed, who gave him Origen.
XX.
From Publike Roads,  to private Ioy 's our Flight;
To view GODS Love, we leave Mans  sight;
Rich in the Purchase of a Friend,  who gilds Delight.
XXI.
Thus go we, like the Heros  of old Greece, 
In Quest of more than Golden Fleece, 
Retreating to sweet Shades, our shatter'd Thoughts we peece.
XXII.
So, when the Sun,  Commander of the Day,
Muffles with Clouds his glorious Ray,
He clearer afterwards doth his bright Face display.
XXIII.
Kings,  too much seen, grow mean. Renown  does dawn
From Cotts, unsightly hang'd, and drawn
With Spider-woven Arras, and their Cobweb-Lawn.
XXIV.
Victorious Charles the fift,  who had acquir'd
Fame, Wealth, and what could be desir'd
By greatest Emperours,  left All, to live retir'd.
XXV.
That Sea-dividing PRINCE, whose Scepter'd Rod
Wrought Freedom to the Church of GOD,
Made in the Mount of Horeb  fourty Dayes Abode.
XXVI.
In Wildernesse the BAPTIST shin'd more clear,
In Lifes Night Starrie Souls appear:
They who Themselves eclips, are to Heav'ns Court  more dear.
XXVII.
But, now what need we cite Examples more,
This by our SAVIOUR heretofore
Was practiz'd, Who, whole Nights retir'd, did GOD implore.
XXVIII.
Examples  are best Precepts.  Sweet Secesse, 
The Nurse to inbred Happinesse,
How dost Thou Intellects with fuller Knowledge blesse!
XXIX.
Waft us, All-guiding POVV'R, from wild Resort,
By Cape of Hope,  to Virtues  Port,
Where Conscience,  that strong Champion, safely guards the Fort.
XXX.
Here, Liberty,  ev'n from Suspition free,
Does terminate our Fears; by Thee
We conquer Lusts: Each Sense wears Reasons  Livery.
XXXI.
With Thee, like cloyster'd Snails,  is better State,
Than to be Lions  in a Grate:
The World  hers, coopt like Bajazet,  does captivate.
XXXII.
But, here (the Type of ever-smiling Joyes,
Without disturbing Fears, or Noise)
We bright-ey'd Faith,  with quick-ey'd Art,  in Truths  Scale poize.
XXXIII.
Religious Maries  Leisure we above
Encombred Marthas  Cares approve;
Uncloystred, we this Course beyond Courts Splendor love.
XXXIV.
Seated in safe Repose  (when circling Earth
Suffers by Rage of War, and Dearth)
Secure from Plagues  and angry Seas,  we manage Mirth.
XXXV.
The low-built Fortune harbours Peace,  when as
Ambitious high-rooft Babels passe
Through Storms;  Content with Thankfulnesse each Blessing has.
XXXVI.
So fragrant Vilets,  blushing Strawberies 
Close shrouded lurk from lofty Eyes,
The Emblem  of sweet Blisse,  which low and hidden lies.
XXXVII.
No masked Fraud, no Tempest of black Woes,
No flaunting Pride, no Rage of Foes,
Bends hitherward, but soon is laid, or over-blows.
XXXVIII.
We rule our conquer'd Selves; what need we more?
To gadding Sense we shut the Door;
Rich in our Mind  alone. Who wants himself,  is Poor. 
XXXIX.
Slaunder  is stingless, Envie  toothless here;
The Russet  is well lin'd we wear;
Let Citts make Chains  the Ensignes of their Pomp appear.
XL.
Faith linkt with Truth, and Love with Quiet too,
Ore pleasant Lawns securely goe;
The golden Age, like Jordans Stream, does here reflow.
XLI.
For Fields of Combate,  Fields of Corn  are here,
For Trooping-Ranks, Tree -ranks appear;
War steels the heart, but here we melt Heart, Eye, and Ear.
XLII.
O, might a sacred Muse  Earths Frenzie calm!
On That  we'd pour such suppling Balm,
As might vain Trophies  turn to an unfading Palm. 
XLIII.
Then should each He,  who wears the Face of Man,
Discern their Emptinesse, and span
The Vulgars  triviall Idols, and their Follies scan.
XLIV.
Though in rough shels our Bodies  kerneld are,
Our Roof  is neat, and sweet our Fare, 
Banisht are noysom Vapours to the pent-up Air.
XLV.
No subtle Poyson  in our Cup we fear,
Goblets of Gold such Horrors  bear;
No Palace Furies  haunt, ô rich CONTENT! thy Chear.
XLVI.
How Great are Those who use, like Gold, their Clay;
And who like Clay, Gold, Great are they;
To Grandeur, slighted Titles are the ready Way.
XLVII.
Courts amplest Shine  nor addes, nor takes from MINDES
That pierce the World,  true MERIT bindes
Bright Souls  unto It,  whil'st Fog th'ignoble blindes.
XLVIII.
Humble, not slav'd; without Discomfort sad;
Tim'rous, without despair; and glad,
Without wild Freaks we are. The World's or Fool,  or Mad. 
XLIX.
From Taurus  when Sols Influence descends,
And Earth with verdant Robe befriends,
And richer Showres, then fell on Danaes  Lap, dispends;
L.
When early Phosphor  lights from Eastern Bed
The gray-ey'd Morn, with Blushes red;
When Opal-Colours prank the Orient Tulips  Head:
LI.
Then walk we forth, where twinkling Spangles shew,
Entinseling like Stars the Dew,
Where Buds, like Pearls, and where we Leaves, like Em'ralds, view:
LII.
Birds  by Grovets in feather'd Garments sing
New Ditties  to the non-ag'd Spring;
O, how those tracelesse Minstrels  chear up every Thing!
LIII.
To hear quaint Nightingales,  the Lutes o'th' Wood,
And Turtle-Doves,  by their Mates woo'd,
And smelling Vio'let  sweets, how do These  chear the Blood!
LIV.
While teeming Earth flow'rd Satten wears, embost
VVith Trees, with Bushes shagg'd, with most
Clear Riv'lets edg'd, by rocking Windes each gently tost;
LV.
The branching Standarts of the chirping Grove,
With rustling Boughs, and Streams that move
In murm'ring Rage, seem Natures  Consort, tun'd by Love.
LVI.
VVee to their hoarse Laments lend listning Ears;
And sympathize with them in Tears,
Sadly remembring British Sions  acted Fears!
LVII.
Then, our sad Hearts  are prickt, whence spring forth Cries; 
From those,  drain'd through the bruis'd Soul,  rise
Faith-fumes,  by Heav'ns Fire drawn, which drop through melting Eyes! 
LVIII.
Cause hungry Swords  devour'd Mans Flesh, like Food,
And thirsty Spears  were drunk with Blood:
LORD, how thy Spouse  turns mummy'd Earth! her Gore a Floud!
LIX.
Edge-hill  with Bones lookt white, with Blood lookt red,
Maz'd at the Number of the Dead:
A Theam for Tears in unborn Eyes to be still shed!
LX.
How many bound with Iron, who did scape
The Steel! and Death commits a Rape
On them in Jayls, who Her defy'd in warlike Shape!
LXI.
Cross-biasnesse to Grace  our Ruine spinn'd!
Harrow'd with Woes, be HEAV'N our Friend!
Sodome  'gainst Nature, We  'gainst Light of TRUTH have sinn'd!
LXII.
This draws Eye-tribute  from Compunctions  Den;
GRACE, guard thy prostrate Suppliant  then,
VVho am the Chief  of Sinners, and the Worst  of Men!
LXIII.
My Guilt before thy MERCY-SEAT I lay,
For HIS sake save me, who gave way
To dye for Sinners!  Ah, Sin  kills HIM every Day!
LXIV.
Sin  n'ere departs, till humbled in deep Fears, 
Embalm'd in Pray'rs,  and drown'd in Tears, 
The fragrant Araby  breathes no Perfume like Theirs. 
LXV.
More fruitfull Those,  unwitnessed, appear;
Gems are too cheap for every Tear: 
Deep Sorrow  from It-Self doth its high Comfort  rear.
LXVI.
Salt Tears,  the pious Converts  sweetest Sport,
To hopefull Joyes the entring Port,
Ye waft blest Mariners to Sions glorious Court.
LXVII.
But whether stray'st thou, Grief?  Pearld Dew  arraies
As yet the Virgin-Meads, whose Gaies
Unbarb'd, perk up to prank the curled Stream  that plaies.
LXVIII.
By rushy-fringed Banks with purling Rill,
Meandring underneath the Hill:
Thus, Stream-like, glides our Life to Deaths  broad Ocean still.
LXIX.
The pleasant Grove  triumphs with blooming May, 
While Melancholy scuds away;
The painted Quire  on motly Banks sweet Notes display.
LXX.
Earths  flow'r-wov'n Damask doth us gently woo,
On her embroyder'd Mantle  to
Repose, where various Gems, like Constellations, shew.
LXXI.
Our selves  here steal we from our selues, by Qualms
Of Pleasure, rais'd from new-coyn'd Psalms, 
When Skies  are blew, Earth  green, and Meadows  flow with Balms.
LXXII.
We there, on grassie tufted Tapistries,
In guiltlesse Shades, by full-hair'd Trees,
Leaning unpillow'd Heads, view Natures Ants,  & Bees. 
LXXIII.
Justly admiring more those agile Ants, 
Than Castle-bearing Elephants;
Where Industrie, epitomiz'd, no Vigour wants.
LXXIV.
More than at Tusks of Bores we wonder at
This Moths  strange Teeth! Legs of this Gnat 
Passe large-limm'd Gryphons; Then on Bees  we musing sat;
LXXV.
How Colonies, Realms Hope, they breed; Proclaim
Their King; how Nectar-Courts they frame;
How they in waxen Cels record their Princes Fame:
LXXVI.
How Kings  amidst their Bands in Armour shine;
And great Souls in small Breasts confine;
How under strictest Laws they keep up Discipline;
LXXVII.
How All agree, while their King  lives, in one;
But dead, the publike Faith's o'rethrown,
Their State becomes a Spoil, which was so plenteous grown.
LXXVIII.
Abstruser Depths! here Aristotles  Eye
(That Ipse  of Philosophie,
Natures Professor) purblinde was, to search so high.
LXXIX.
Thinking,  which Some deem Idlenesse, to me
It seems Lifes Heav'n on Earth to be;
By Observation GOD is seen in all wee see.
LXXX.
Our Books are HEAV'N above us, Aire and Sea
Around, Earth under; Faith's our Stay,
And Grace our Guide, the Word our Light, & CHRIST our Way.
LXXXI.
Friend, view that Rock,  and think from Rocks green Wound
How thirst-expelling Streams did bound:
View Streams,  and think how Iordan  did become dry Ground.
LXXXII.
View Seas,  & think how Waves, like Walls of Glass,
Stood fixt, while Hebrew Troops did pass;
But clos'd the Pharian  Host in one confused Mass.
LXXXIII.
These Flow'rs,  we see to Day, like Beauty, brave,
At Ev'n will be shut up, and have
Next Week their Death, then buried soon in Stalks, their Grave.
LXXXIV.
Beautie 's a Flow'r, Fame  Puff, high State  a Gaze,
Pleasure  a Dance, and Gold  a Blaze,
Greatnesse  a Load: These  soon are lost in Times short Maze!
LXXXV.
As solemn Statesmen  sleight meer childish toyl,
Framing Card-structures: ANGELS smile,
And pitty so, when Life strait flits, Mans tearing Broyl.
LXXXVI.
Search Empires  Dawn, unwinde Times Ball again,
Unreel through Ages its snarl'd Skain;
Run back, like Sol on Ahaz Diall; See-All's vain. 
LXXXVII.
This did I from THEOPHILA descry,
(Not her fair-feather'd Speech could fly
To Ground, but my Ears Pitfall caught it instantly;
LXXXVIII.
Though her informing Voice  be parted hence,
Tides of impressive Notions  thence
Flow, soft as Shours on Balm, & sweet as Frankincense.)
LXXXIX.
The Conqueror  who wades in Bloud for Pow'r,
Cannot ensure th' ensuing Houre;
Death  soon may his Ovations sweetest Nectar sowre.
XC.
All 's vain. Th' Assyrian  Lion, Persian  Bear,
Greek  Leopard, Roman  Eagle-where?
Where is fam'd Troy,  that did so proudly domineer?
XCI.
Troy 's gone, yet Simois  stayes. O, Fortunes Play!
That which was fixt is fled away,
And only what was ever-flitting still does stay!
XCII.
Vast Pyramids  uprear'd t'interre the Dead,
Themselves, like Men, are sepulchred;
Ambitious Obelisks,  Ostents of Pride, Dust wed.
XCIII.
HEAV'N sees the crumbling Fabrick of Earths Ball,
That Dust is Mans  Original;
To HIM All Nature is as wither'd Leaves that fall:
XCIV.
Terrestrials transient are. Kings  fight for Clods;
HEAV'NS HEIRE is mightier PRINCE by odds,
Ev'n All is His,  and He  is CHRISTS, & CHRIST is GODS.
XCV.
Thoughts, dwell on This.  Let's be our own Deaths-Head. 
The glorious Martyr  lives, though dead,
Sweet Rose,  in his own fadelesse Leaves  enveloped:
XCVI.
HEAV'N was his Watch,  whose starrie Circles winde
All Ages up; the Hand  that sign'd
Those Figures, guides them; World,  thy Clocks are false & blinde.
XCVII.
Time in ETERNITIES immense Book  is
But as a short Parenthesis; 
Mans Life, a point; GODS Day  is never-setting Bliss.
XCVIII.
Could Man summe up all Times,  so, as if there
A Moment not remaning were;
Yet all those close-throng'd Figures  seem but Cyphers  here.
XCIX.
Could Calculators  multiply times Glass
To Myriads more of Yeers; alas,
Those Sands, to This DURATION, as a Minute  passe.
C.
Such mental Buds we from each Object take,
And, for CHRISTS Spouse,  of Them we make
Spiritual Wreaths, nor do we Her  own Words  forsake.
CI.
Arise, ô, North, and thou, ô, South-winde, blow;
Let Scent of Flow'rs, and Spices flow,
That the BELOVED  may into his Garden  goe.
CII.
Whose Beauty  Flow'rs, whose Height  made lofty Trees,
Whose Permanence  made Time, & These
Pay Tribute by Returns to HIM, as Springs to Seas.
CIII.
This  steals our Soul from her thick Loom, t' aspire
To Canzons,  tin'd with Enthean Fire;
Taking high Wing to soar up to the Angel-Quire. 
CIV.
By such like Speculations  would we stie
To th' SUN of Righteousnesse! though I
A Star am lesse than least of all the Galaxie. 
CV.
The Burden  to each Hymn  is This. Thy Wayes, 
LORD,  are inscrutable! All Dayes,
All Tongues, are few, are weak, to sound thy endless Praise▪ 
CVI.
O, that a VOICE more audible, and high'r
Than that shrill Trump,  when All's on Fire,
Might all Mens Hearts & Tongues with thy Renown  inspire!
CVII.
Nature,  blesse GOD, His Benefits  be sung,
While that an Ear  can hear a Tongue; 
Commerce with HIM is th' onely Trade, All else but Dung.
CVIII.
But Dung —the wilde Inhabitant repeats
From her inhospitable Seats:
But, now 'tis Noon;  prepare we for our costless Meats.
CIX.
LORD  of all grassie and all glassie Plains!
Whose mighty Hand  doth wield Fates Reins,
Who dost embase the Hills, emboss the woody Veins.
CX.
By THEE,  the Pyrate,  who by Nile  being bred
Has Land for Table, Pool for Bed,
Camels,  Arabias wandring Ships, by THEE  are  [...] ed;
CXI.
THOU  with thy inexpressibly immense
Finger of active Providence,
The Worlds great HARBINGER,  dost All to Each dispence.
CXII.
Strickt Temperance  so cooks our Mess, that we
With no Brain-clouds eclipsed be:
The driest Cleernesse  makes the brightest Ingenie. 
CXIII.
The Mount's our Table,  Grass our Carpet,  Well
Our Cellar,  Trees our Banquet,  Cell
Our Palace,  Birds our Musick,  and our Plate  a Shell.
CXIV.
Nature,  payes all the Score.  Next Fountain  has
Bath, Drink, and Glass;  but our Souls  Glasse
Presents Religions  Face. Our Meal 's as short as Grace. 
CXV.
See, where the udderd Cattle  finde us Food;
As, those Sheep  Cloth; these Hedg-rowes  Wood.
See, now a Present  brought us from the Neighborhood:
CXVI.
Ev'n th' Herb  that Cramp  and Toothach  drives away▪
And bribes Ear-Minstrels  not to play;
And from archt Roofs  to spungie Bellows  Dews dos stay;
CXVII.
That makes quick Spirits  and agile Fancie  rove,
And genuine Warmth  i'th' Brain  do's move,
'Bove Furres or Fires; Whose Pipe 's both Ventiduct, & Stove;
CXVIII.
That mounts Invention  with its active Smoke;
Draught of Promethean  fir'd-Air took,
Renerves slack Ioynts,  and ransacks each Phlegmattick Nook. 
CXIX.
That Lust  cloyes which Expectance swells; but, here
Are DAINTIES, that whet Taste and Ear;
Where all are cheer'd  with Ioy,  and over-joy'd  with Cheer. 
CXX.
But, having traverst more  of Ground  to Day,
Let us, for our Refreshment, stay,
And with next rising Sun,  compleat next closing Lay. 
Irati saevas Maris evitare Procellas
Quae potuit, felix est nimìs illa Ratis; 
Littoris optati Prospectu Navita gaudet;
Gratulor emensam nec minùs ipse Viam.
Animi Pabulum Contemplatio.
Tam formosa nitet, tam suauè THEOPHI [...] A.  spira [...] ,
 [...] umin [...]  collustrat, perfundit Odoribus Auram:
Est Opus exactum, quâvis (que)   ex Parte politum,
 [...] orpore, nonse [...] us ac, effulget, Mente Venustas:
Ingenium, Dulcedo, Decus, Symmetria grata,
Abs (que)   Pari certant Vnitis Viribus Illâ.
(THEOPHI [...] A's fill'd wth  Sweetness, & so  [...] 
 [...]  her Breath perfumes  [...] 
 [...] -composed  [...] 
Compleat in Mind, & as exact in Feature [...] :
 [...]  & proportion'd well,
 [...]  mee [...]  without a Parallell.
 [...] 
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT CANTO XIII. The Reinvitation. ARGUMENT.
FElix qui Suus  est, Animi proprii (que)   Monarcha; 
Laus est Imperii ponere Iura Sibi.
Felices Animae,  pulso Plutone Tyranno,
Queîs datur Elysiis imperitare Plagis!
Maximus internum  quisquis superaverit Hostem,
Major Alexandro, Caesare  major erit.
Fabritium  Aeacidae, Senecam  praepono Neroni,
Hic hiat Immenso, postulat Ille  parùm.
Ecquid habent Reges,  nisi Membris Tegmen & Escam?
Quae vel Nob [...] cum  vile Mapale tenet.
Ipse mihi  Regnum, summâ dominabor in Aula
Mentis,  & hôc quod sum vel minor  esse velim.
Rex est quem R [...] tio  regit, & quem ducit Honestum; 
De Regno videas regia Sceptra  queri.
Aspice quid Cinere [...]  sit Caesaris  inter, & Iri, 
Est unus Color  his omnibus, unus Odor. 
Ergo.
Affectus superans,  & qui superatur  ab illis,
Non nisi Victor  ovat, non nisi Victus  obit.
[Page 236] THE ARGUMENT.
Who  Chance, Change, Hopes, and  Fears can underbring; 
Who can obey, yet rule each Thing,
And sleight Misfortune with a brave Disdain, He's King. 
STANZA I.
W Hen lavish Phoebus  pours out melted Gold;
And Zephyrs  breath does Spice unfold;
And we the blew-ey'd Skie  in Tissue-Vest behold.
II.
Then, view the Mower,  who with big-swoln Veins,
Wieldeth the crooked Sythe, and strains
To barb the flowrie Tresses of the verdant Plains.
III.
Then view we Valleyes,  by whose fringed Seams
A Brook of liquid Silver  streams,
Whose Water Chrystal  seems, Sand Gold,  and Pebbles Gems; 
IV.
Where bright-scal'd gliding Fish  on trembling Line
We strike, when they our Hook entwine:
Thence do we make a Visit to a Grave Divine. 
V.
With harmlesse Shepherds  we sometimes do stay,
Whose Plainnesse does outvie the Gay,
While nibling Ewes  do bleat, & frisking Lambs  do stray.
VI.
With Them,  we strive to recollect, and finde
Disperst Flocks of our rambling Minde;
Internal Vigils are to that due Work design'd.
VII.
No puffing Hopes, no shrinking Fears Them  fright;
No begging Wants on Them  do light;
They  wed Content,  while Sloth feels Want, & Brav'ry Spite.
VIII.
While Swains  the burth'ning Fleeces shear away,
Oat-pipes to past'ral Sonnets Play,
And all the merry Hamlet Bells chime Holy Day. 
IX.
In neighbring Meads,  with Ermin Mantles proud,
Our Eyes and Ears discern a Crowd
Of wide-horn'd Oxen, trampling Grass with Lowings loud.
X.
Next Close  feeds many a strutting udder'd Cow;
Hard by, tir'd Cattle draw the Plough,
Whose galled Necks with Toil and Languishment do bow.
XI.
Neer which, in restlesse Stalks, wav'd Grain  promotes
The skipping Grashoppers hoarse Notes;
While round the aery Choristers  distend their Throats.
XII.
Dry Seas, with golden Surges, ebbe and flow;
The ripening Ears  smile as we go,
With Boasts to crack the Barn, so numberless they show.
XIII.
When Sol  to Virgo  Progresse takes, and Fields
With his prolonged Lustre gilds;
When Sirius  chinks the Ground, the Swain  his Hope then builds.
XIV.
Soon as the Sultrie Month  has mellow'd Corn,
Gnats shake their Spears, and winde their Horn;
The Hindes  do sweat through both their Skins, & Shopsters  scorn.
XV.
Their Orchards  with ripe Fruit  impregned be,
Fruit that from Taste of Death is free,
And such as gives Delight with choice Varietie.
XVI.
Yet who in's thriving Minde  improves his State,
And Virtue Steward Makes, his Fate
Transcends; He's rich at an inestimable Rate.
XVII.
He shuns Prolixer Law-suits; nor does wait
At Thoughtful Grandies prouder Gate;
Nor  [...] larming Trumpets him, nor drowning Storms amate.
XVIII.
From costly Bills of greedy Emp'ricks  free,
From Plea of Ambo-dexters  Fee,
From Vicar Any Thing,  the worst of all the Three.
XIX.
He in Himself, Himself to rule, retires;
And can, or blow, or quench his Fires:
All Blessings  up are bound in bounding up Desires. 
XX.
His little World  commands the Great: He there
Rich Mem'ry  has for Treasurer;
The Tongue  is Secretary to his Heart, and Ear.
XXI.
While May-Dayes  London Gallants take a Pride,
Coacht through Hide Park, to eye, be ey'd,
Which Dayes  vain Cost might for the Poor a Yeer  provide;
XXII.
He may to Groves  of Myrrhe  in Triumph pace,
Where Roots of Nature,  Flow'rs of Grace, 
And Fruits of Glory  bud. A Glimps of HEAV'N the Place.
XXIII.
This the Spring-Garden  to spiritual Eyes,
Which fragrant Scent of Gums out-vies;
Three Kings  had thence their triple mystick Sacrifice.
XXIV.
O, happi [...]  Walks,  where CHRIST, and none beside
Is Journeies End, and Way, and Guide!
Where from the humble Plains  are greatest Heights  descry'd.
XXV.
Heav'nward his Gaze.  Here does a Bower display
His Bride-room, and SCRIPTURIA
Her self is Bride;  Each Morn presents his Marriage-Day. 
XXVI.
What Ecstasie's in this delicious Grove! 
Th' unwitnest Witnes of his Love! 
What Pow'r so strongly can as flam'd Affections move!
XXVII.
The Larks,  wing'd Travellers, that trail the Skie,
Unsoyl'd with Lusts, aloft do fly,
Warbling SCRIPTURIA, SCRIPTURIA on high.
XXVIII.
(T' have been affected by a Virgin Heir, 
Rich, young, and chast, wise, good, and fair,
Was once his first Delight, but HEAV'N restrain'd that Care!
XXIX.
Thou, Providence,  dist both their Wills restrain;
Thou mad'st their Losses turn to Gain;
For Thou gav'st Heav'n  to her,  on him  dost Blessings  rain!)
XXX.
But stop, pleas'd Thoughts; A high'r Love's  here design'd;
Fit in each Breast  to be enshrin'd;
Bright Angels  do admit no Sex, nor do's the Minde. 
XXXI.
To all her Lovers  thousand Joyes accrew;
And Comforts, thicker than Mayes Dew,
Shour down on their rapt Souls,  as Infinite as new!
XXXII.
Her Oracles  directing Rules declare,
Unerring Oracles, Truths Square;
Her Soul-informing Light  does Earth for HEAV'N prepare.
XXXIII.
All beatizing Sweets,  as in their Hive,
At her fair Presence  do arrive,
Which are to drooping Spirits  best Restorative.
XXXIV.
To whose Sight  Eagles, paralell'd, are blinde;
Had Argus thousand Eyes, he'd finde
Darknesse, compar'd with her illuminating Minde.
XXXV.
The Sun does glean his Splendor from her Eyes;
Thence burn we' in Sweets, as Phoenix lies
Glowing on Sols Ray-darted Pile of Spiceries.
XXXVI.
From pretious Limbeck sacred Loves  distill
Such Sublimations,  as do fill
Mindes with amazed Raptures  of their Chimick Skill.
XXXVII.
That such Soul-Elevations  still might stay,
We'd bear and do, both vow and pay,
And serve the LORD of Lords by her directive Way!
XXXVIII.
Soon as our Ear drinks in His Command, 
Be't acted by our Heart, and Hand;
Under his Banner  we shall Satans  Darts withstand.
XXXIX.
May He accept the Musick of our Voice,
While on his Goodnesse  we rejoyce,
And while each melting Psalm  makes on His GRACE its Choice.
XL.
On Feast-Dayes  from that Bour  to Church  we haste,
Where HEAV'N dissolves into Repast, 
When we Regalios  of the mystick BANQUET taste.
XLI.
O, Deliccaies,  infinitely pure!
To Souls best Nutriment  and Cure! 
Where Knowledge, Faith, and Love Beatitude  ensure.
XLII.
Poor Solomons  Provision, poor to This, 
Manna,  Heav'n-dewing Banquet, is:
Who reigns in Heav'n  becomes on Earth our Food  and Bliss. 
XLIII.
O, Sacramental Cates,  divinely drest!
GOD the Feast-maker, CHRIST the Feast,
The HOLY GHOST Inviter, and the Soul  the Guest!
XLIV.
All Ioyes  await the blessed Convives,  knit
All Excellencies  are in It, 
This  overcomes our Spirits, overpowr's our Wit!
XLV.
For us, poor Worms, that  [...] lories  SOVERAIGN dy'd!
O, let our fleshly Barks still ride
At Anchor in calm Streams of His  empierced SIDE!
XLVI.
This is Heav'ns Antepast! By Vnion 
He's One to  [...] ll, and All to One
In Loves  intrinsick Mystery to Souls alone!
XLVII.
Ecstatick Raptures  loose our Hearts on high
With Joyes Ineffabilitie!
Exub'rant Sweets  orewhelm, as Torrents, Tongue  & Eye. 
XLVIII.
Such Life-infusing Comforts,  from Above,
Our Souls with inward Motions move,
That totally for GOD we quit all Creature Love!
XLIX.
Should HE condemn us, yet would Love  compell
Him down with us, and we would dwell
Rather than without HIM in Heav'n, with HIM in Hell.
L.
Soul  of my Soul! when I a Ioy  receive
Disjoyn'd from THEE, let my Tongue cleave
To's Palate! Me of All, not of this Feast  bereave!
LI.
Not in the winter Solstice  of my Years,
When shivering Snow surrounds deaf Ears,
And dreary Languishment  Deaths gashly Vizard wears;
LII.
When they shall tremble that the House  defend;
The Columns  which support it bend;
The Grinders  fail, the Watch  through Casements Objects  blend;
LIII.
Then shine, dear LORD! when quivering Winter  Dress
Is icicled with hoary Tresse;
VVhen all Streams frozen are, but Tears,  through Loves Excess;
LIV.
VVhen periwig'd with Snow 's each bald-pate VVood,
Bound in Ice-Chains each strugling  [...] lood;
VVhen North-Seas  bridled are, pris'ning their scaly Brood. 
LV.
Then let those freezing  How're be thaw'd  by Pray'r!
As VVells in VVinter warmer are
By Circumsession of refrigerating Air.
LVI.
That, nipt with Cold,  or parcht with Heat,  resign
We may our Will  in each to THINE,
Be't lesse or more, be't low or high, be't Storm or Shine.
LVII.
After Nights  Soot smears Heav'n, Day  gilds its Face;
Wet April  past, sweet May  takes place;
And Calm Air  smiles, when rufling Winds  have run their Race.
LVIII.
Who hope for Mines,  scorn Dross;  Such only get
Who lose a Game  to win the Set: 
Wordlings,  He's rich  who's  [...] ood; Above 's his Cabinet.
LIX.
To well-tun'd Tempers Things that disagree
Have oft some Likenesse; thus, we see
Winde kindles Fire; Discord makes Concord Harmony. 
LX.
Affliction  tunes the Breast to rise, or fall,
Making the whole Man Musicall;
We may Affliction  Christians second Baptism  call.
LXI.
Who CHRIST for Spouse,  his Cross for Joynture has;
His Hand  supports, where's Rod doth passe:
The LORD of Angels,  He the KING of Suff'rings was.
LXII.
Loves Life took Death, that Death Loves Life might gain!
The Soveraign dy'd that Slaves might reign!
The World can't Books that should be writ of HIM contain.
LXIII.
Those have the greatest Cross, who Cross nere bore;
They'r rich in Want, who GOD adore;
Who do's supply all Emptiness with His  full Store.
LXIV.
Saint Paul,  the Gentiles Doctor, rich 'bove Kings,
And high 'bove Oratories Wings,
Rapt up to HEAV'N, had Nothing, yet possest all Things.
LXV.
The Rav'n of Birds proves Caterer, and feasts
Elijah;  so the Lion of Beasts
Was Samsons  Purveyor; Quails to murm'ring Jews were Guests.
LXVI.
Midst Thorns environ'd, Love  sweet Roses findes;
Steep wayes lie plain t [...] inamor'd Mindes;
Love  gilds all Chains (surpriz'd not thrall'd) wth  Comfort binds.
LXVII.
Then, threaten, World,  a Goal shall bolt me in;
He's free, as Air, who serves not Sin;
VVho's gather'd in Himself, His self  is his own Inne.
LXVI
 [...] I.
Then let fierce Goths  their strongest Chains prepare;
Grim Scythians  me their Slave declare;
My Soul  being free, those Tyrants  in the Face  I'l stare.
LXIX.
Man may confine the Bodie,  but the Minde 
(Like Natures Miracles, the VVinde
And Dreams) do's, though secur'd, a free enjoyment find.
LXX.
Rayes drawn in to'a point more vig'rous beam;
Joyes more to Saints,  engoal'd, did stream;
Linnets  their Cage to be a Grove, Bars Boughs esteem.
LXXI.
Burnisht to Glory from Afflictions Flame,
From Prison to a Scepter [...] came
The lov'd and fear'd ELIZA-Titles vail t'Her Name.
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HAving reformed Religion: established Peace: reduced Coin to the just value: delivered Scotland from the French: revenged domestical Rebellion▪ saved France from headlong Ruine by Civil Warre: supported Belg [...] a: overthrown the Spanish invincible Navie: expelled the Spaniards out of Ireland: received the Irish into Mercie: enriched England by her most prudent Government 45 Years: Elizabeth  a vertuous and triumphant Queen: in the 70th  year of her Age, in most happy and peaceable manner departed this Life: leaving here her mortal parts until by the last Trump she shall rise immortal.
LXXII.
She past the Furnace to be more refin'd;
From Flames drew Purity of Minde,
Not heat of Passion; hence, being try'd, She  brighter shin'd.
LXXIII.
Here wound, here lance me, LORD, thy Austin  cries,
Dissect me here for Paradise! 
The Cross  the Altar  be, so Love  be Sacrifice! 
LXXIV.
Imprint thy LOVE so deep into my Heart,
That neither Hunger, Thirst, nor Smart,
Gain, Losse, nor Thraldom, Life nor Death Us ever part!
LXXV.
Should Foes rip up my Breast  with piercing Blade,
My Soul  would but have Passage made,
Through which to HEAV'N she might in Purple Riv'lets wade.
LXXVI.
Forbid the Banes 'twixt Soul  and Body  joyn'd,
The Corps  but falls to be refin'd,
And re-espous'd unto the Glorifi'd high Minde. 
LXXVII.
Who makes th' ALMIGHTY his Delight, He goes
To Martyrdom,  as to Repose; 
The Red Sea  leads to PALESTINE, where all Ioy  flowes.
LXXVIII.
Steel'd 'gainst Afflictions Anvel, let's become
Proud of the Worlds severest Doom;
No Majestie on Earth is like to Martyrdome. 
LXXIX.
Enter into thy Masters Ioy's so great, 
This Thought  is with such Flames  repleat,
That from th' High Court of Mercy  Souls all Deaths defeat.
LXXX.
Who saith, Fear not,  HIM must we fear alone;
Blest, whom no Fear  makes Faith  be gone;
How many  must they fear, who fear not only ONE!
LXXXI.
We are but once to our Graves Port brought in,
To which from Birth w' have sailing bin,
It matters not what Way, so we scape Rocks of Sin.
LXXXII.
But, hark, 'tis late; the Whislers  knock from Plough;
The droyling Swineheards  Drum beats now;
Maids  have their Cursies  made to th' spungy-teated Cow.
LXXXIII.
Larks  roosted are, the folded Flocks  are pent
In hu [...] dled Grates, the tir'd Ox  sent
In loose Trace home, now Hesper  lights his Torch  [...] Tent.
LXXXIV.
See glimmering Light, the Pharos  of our Cot;
By Innocence  protected, not
By Guards,  we thither tend, where Ev'n-song 's not forgot
LXXXV.
O, Pray'r!  Thou Anchor through the Worldly Sea!
Thou sov'raign Rhet'rick, 'bove the Plea
Of Flesh! that feed'st the fainting Soul, thou art  [...] Key.
LXXXVI.
Blest Season,  when Dayes Eye is clos'd, to win
Our Heart to clear th' Account,  when Sin
Has past the Audit,  Ravishments of Soul begin.
LXXXVII.
Who never wake to meditate, or weep,
Shall  [...] ure be sentenc'd for their Sleep; 
Night to forepassed Day should still strict Centrie keep.
LXXXVIII.
O let them perish midst their flaring Clay,
Who value Treasures  with a Day
Devoutly  spent! FAITH'S the true Gem, the World a Gay.
LXXXIX.
So wastful, Vs [...] rer,  as thy self, there's None,
Who  [...] three true Gems  for one
 [...] ; Thy Rest, Fam [...] , Soul  for ever gone!
XC.
When  [...] Mists our Hemisphear  invade,
Of all the Air when one Blot 's made,
 [...] 
XCI.
Then for an Hour,  (Elixir of Delight!)
We, Heav'n beleag'ring, pray  and write, 
When every Eye is lockt, but those that watch the Night.
XCII.
Saints  fight on bended Knees; their Weapons are
Defensive  Patience, Tears, and  Pray'r;
Their Valour  most, when without Witness, Hell  do's scare.
XCIII.
May whiter Wishes,  wing'd with Zeal,  appear
Lovely unto Thy  purest Ear, 
Where nothing is accepted but what's chast, and clear!
XCIV.
Lifes hectick Fits finde Cordials in Pray'rs  Hive,
Transcendently Restorative,
Which might our Iron  Age to its first Gold  retrive.
XCV.
See, listning Time  runs back to fetch the Age
Of Gold,  when Pray'r  does Heav'n engage;
Devotion is Religions Life-blood; 'tis Gods  Page,
XCVI.
Who brings rich Bliss  by Bills of sure Exchange;
The Blessings  that the Poor arrange
For Alms receiv'd that Day, beatifies our Grange.
XCVII.
Dance, Nabals,  with large Sails on smiling Tides,
Till the black Storm  against you rides,
Whose pitchie Rains interminable Vengeance  guides!
XCVIII.
But, LORD, let Charitie  our Table spread;
Let Vnity  adorn our Bed;
And may soft Love  be Pillow underneath our Head!
XCIX.
Enricht, lets darn up Want; what Fortune  can
Or give, or take away from Man,
We prize not much: HEAV'N payes the good Samaritan. 
C.
Thus, Life,  still blessing, and still blest, we spend;
Thus entertain we Death,  as Friend,
To disapparel us for GLORIES endlesse End.
CI.
Who, thus forgot, in Graces  growes, as Years,
Loves cherisht Pray'r,  unwitnest Tears, 
Rescu'd from monstrous  Men, no other Monster  fears.
CII.
They who their dwelling in Abdera  had,
Did think Democritus  was mad;
He knew twas so of them. The Application 's sad.
CIII.
Knew but the World  what COMFORTS, tiding on,
Flow to such Recollection, 
It would run mad with Envie,  be with Rage  undone.
CIV.
O, Sequestration!  Rich, to Worldlings  Shame;
A Life 's our Object, not a Name: 
Herostratus  did sail, like Witch, i'th' Air of Fame.
CV.
Get long-breath'd Chronicles,  ye need such Alms, 
Sue from Diurnal Breefs  for Palms,
Injurious Grandeur  for its frantick Pride wants Balms.
CVI.
In Aery Flatt'ries Rumour,  not Fame  lies;
Inconstancie,  Times Mistresse, cries
It up, which soon by arguing Time, Truths Parent, dies.
CVII.
Fames  Plant takes Root from Vertue,  grows thereby;
Pure Souls,  though Fortune-trod, stand high,
When mundane shallow-searching Breath  It self shall die.
CVIII.
O, frail Applause of Flesh!  swoln Bubbles passe.
Turf-fire more Smoak  than Splendor  has;
What Bulwark  firm on Sand? What shell for Pearl may passe?
CIX.
But Saints  with an attentive Hope  from High, 
On HEAV'NS Paroll  do live and die;
Passing from Lifes  short Night to Dayes  ETERNITIE.
CX.
Wh [...]  blessedly so breathe,  and leave their Breath, 
Of dying Life  make living Death; 
Each Day, spent like the last, does act a HEAV'N beneath.
CX
 [...] .
Death 's one long Sleep, and humane Life  no more
Than one short Watch an Hour before:
World!  after thy mad Tempest  'tis the landing Shore. 
CXII.
Mid point betwixt the Lives of Losse,  and Gain; 
The Path to boundlesse Ioy,  or Pain; 
Saints  Birth-day, Natures  Dread: GRACE doth this Bandog  chain.
CXIII.
When Moses  from high Pisgahs Top descry'd
Fair Canaan,  Type o'th' HEAV'NLY B [...] IDE,
He breath'd out his Joy-ravisht Soul,  so sweetly dy'd.
CXIV.
To IMMORTALITIE the Grave's a Womb;
We passe into a Glorious Room 
Thorough the gloomie Entry  of a narrow Tomb.
CXV.
LORD, as THOU mad'st (most pow'rful ONE in THREE)
The World  of nothing; so, let me
Make nothing of the World,  but make my All  in THEE!
CXVI.
Pardon the By-steps  that my Soul  has trod,
Most Great, Good, Glorious, Gratious GOD!
Seal THOU the Bill  of my Divorse  to Earths dull clod!
CXVII.
Thy boundlesse Sourse  of GRACE the scarlet Spot
Scour'd white as Wool, that first did blot
Th' Original  in Man,  that was so fairly wrot.
CXVIII.
Check not my Hope,  but spurre my Fear  to THEE,
Virtue  to court, and Vice  to flee!
Love,  lend thou me thy Spurre; Fear,  thou my Bridle  be.
CXIX.
From hence, to run in Heav'nly Paths,  I'l strive;
My slender Pen to th' World I give;
My only [...]  study shall be how to live,  to live. 
CXX.
None Blest,  but Those,  who, when last Trump  shall send
It Summons, finde the JUDGE their Friend.
The End  doth crown  the Work; great  GOD crown  thou my END.
O, ter felicent, fortunatum (que)   quieto
Cui natat in Portu nescia Cymba Metûs!
ODEVS! optato sistant mea Carbasa Coelo!
Omnis ab aethereis Spes sit habenda Plagis.
—Est summus, JESU, tua Gratia Quaestus.
VIvitur exiguo -Facilè assentior sapientissimo Aguri, DEUM  obsecranti ut nec Divitias  sibi, nec Egestatem,  sed tantùm ad degendam Vitam donaret Necessaria. Vita privata,  quàm delectas! Corporis spectem Valetudinem?  Nusquam salubrior Aer. Frugalitatem?  Nusquam minoris vivitur. Quaestum?  Nusquam Lucrum innocentius. Vitae Integritatem?  Nusquam alibi minùs Corruptelae.
Navis es in Portu, tumidae secura Procellae;
Mens  Desideriis hîc vacat alta suis.
Liberiore POLUM contemplor Corde,  quiescit
Hîc Mens tuta, sibi libera, plena DEO.
Quae, sibi multa petit, petit anxia multa, Voluntas; 
Et cui plura dedit Sors,  Mala plura dedit.
Alta cadunt, inflata crepant, cumulata fatiscunt;
Crimine vix (que)   suo plena Crumena  caret.
Celsior immundi Mens  despicit Orgia Mundi,
Indignabundo proterit illa Pede.
Munde,  vale; quid me fallacibus allicis Hamis?
Sophrosynen  sacrâ Sobrietate colo:
Regia sit ramosa Domus, Rivus (que)   Falernum;
Arcta, sed ampla, DEUM si capit, illa Domus.
Florea gemmatâ subrident Pascua  Veste,
Faeta (que)   nativas explicat Arbor  Opes.
Caltha, Rosae, Tulipae, Violae, Thyma, Lilia florent,
Dum gravido Zephyrus  rore maritat Humum.
Frugibus exultant Valles,  Grege Pascua, Rupes 
Fontibus, intonso Crine triumphat Ager; 
[Page 253]   Terra  Famem, levat 
Vnda  Sitim, fugat 
Vmbra  Calorem;
Dat Togam Ovis,  Lignum Sylva,  Focum (que)   Silex.
Quod satìs est Vitae,  satìs est; Praestetur Egenis 
Quod reliquum: Vitae  sat Toga, Panis, Aqua.
Non Mensis  quaecun (que)   Dapes celebrantur in istis
Praegustantis egent; Vite  Venena latent.
Hîc Parasitus  abest, fugit hinc Gnathonica  Pestis;
Cura  nec hîc Animos irrequieta coquit.
Cholica, Spasmus, Hydrops, Vertigo, Podagra recedunt;
Grata Sapore  beat Mensa, Sopore  Thorus.
Pange DEO Laudes, positis Mens libera Curis;
Caetera si desint, NUMINE dives eris.
Sis modico contenta, gravis Nulli; Ipsa Misellis 
Quas impendis Opes, has an habebis? habes.
Quod CHRISTUM decuit, deceat Te.  Noverit uti
Quisquis praesenti Sorte  beatus erit.
Sic Abrahae  gaudebo Sinu; dum, Dives,  in Orco
Aeternùm diro deliciose peris.
Vita beata,  tuas quî possim pangere laudes?
Mille cui Vitas,  si mihi mille, darem!
Da, velut spero, bene, CHRISTE, spirem!
Da, velut credo, bene, CHRISTE, vivam!
Vnus hac qui Spe  fruitur, fruetur
Mortuus  ASTRIS.
Amico
Si lenis tremulâ Quies  in Vmbra
Sit Cordi, huc propera, feras (que)   Tecum
Totum quicquid habes Libentiarum.
THEOPHILAE AMORIS HOSTIA. CANTIO VII. A Domino Jeremiâ Colliero in Versus latiales traducta. Contemplatio. ARGUMENTUM.
Proripit in vastum Lucis se VIRGO Profundum,
Quam nullae exequent Voces,  nec Limite claudant;
Obtundunt Radii Visum,  renovant (que)   Vigorem.
Tristicon 1.
S I Maro  Quis (que)   foret, fierent si qui (que)   Marones 
Praecones sacri, Conventus & Orbis apertus,
Quo scrutarentur Virtus AETERNA  quid esset.
2.
Si vel ab innocuis possent deducere Cunis
Primaevum Tempus,  congesta (que)   Secula  mille
Inferrent Trutinae; tamen haec  sub Pondere justo
3.
Ponentes, norînt tandem non mominis esse
Majoris, frustrà quàm si cum Sole  potenti
Exiles tentent atomos  librare Bilance.
4.
Si Terrae  Molem numeris spectare refertam
Possent, non istis tua  constet Summa  Figuris,
AETERNO  cyphrae comparent qualitèr AEVO! 
5
Si Sabulum flueret, per Saecula mille marinum,
Quando deficeret vacuatis Littus Arenis,
Aequè TE  primò mensum est Clepsammion  illud.
6.
Coelitùs impertita foret Facundia, Linguis
Aligeros  referens, Spatium  tamen haud aequarent,
Est ubi prorsus idem cum fluxis OMNE  futurum.
7.
Tende FIDES  bolidem, brevis at nimìs illa nequibit
Expertis Fundi Maris explorare PROFUNDUM, 
Limite  constricti nullo,  nec Littore cincti.
8.
AETERNA  haud unquam commensurabilis Aetas, 
Nulla TUI  partem poterit describere Penna;
CIRCULUS  es siquidem cui non est Terminus  ullus.
9
Vel cujus Centrum  tam se diffuderit, ipsum
Ambitus ingentis nequeat circundare COELI, 
Exterius poterit quid circumcingere Corpus? 
10.
Vos, quibus Aethereus Vigor  est, num Fine carentem
Finem  exquiratis? num IMMENSUM  extendere fasest?
Claudere UBIQUE  manens? comprêndere & INFINITUM? 
11.
Hujus Zona DEUS  sine puncto, maximus,  Orbis
Ante Mare, et Terras, et quod tegit omnia CO [...] LUM, 
Qui fuit, est,  & erit  cùm cuncta creata peribunt.
12.
Quin contemplemur suprà Sublimia  quae (que)  ,
Vltra quem (que)   Locum, super omnes Luminis Orbes!
Pectus Apostolicum  rapuit Radiatio  trinum.
13.
Circumqua (que)   micans. SOLIUM  Praesigne! supremo
Imperio  constans, & Majestate  verendâ!
Caetera transcendens, quem nullus Fulgor  adaequet!
14.
Cingit utrum (que)   LATUS  vel inenarrabile LUMEN! 
Quod circumfusum tanto SPLENDORE  coruscat,
Aequora Laetitiae superet flammantia mille.
15.
Quod sic EFFULGENS  si conspectare liceret,
Detectâ FACIE  Cherubinis, Lumine tanto
Perculsi, in Nihilum  remearent illicò primum. 
16.
Indue Te Tunicâ, dives Natura,  coruscâ,
Ornamenta tamen, tanto collata decori,
Sunt tua, concretus seu lapsus Nubibus Humor.
17.
Indorum  posses Opibus spoliare Fodinas,
Illos, auratis, Radios (que)   recludere, Cellis,
Qui collucentes cum Phoebi  Lampade certant:
18.
Arcanâ posses reserare peritiùs Arte
Intima cujusvis ditis penetralia Rupis, 
Illinc Thesauros  nec non auferre nitentes:
19.
Errantes, fixas (que)   simul connectere Stellas 
Posses, quae rutilis exornant Aethera  Bullis,
Luminis ut coeant cuncti Orbes Sydus  in unum:
20.
Iungere si posses Gemmas, Auri (que)    Fodinas,
Aethereas (que)   Faces,  radiata Reflectio quarum
Fulgida rivalis superaret Lumina Solis: 
21.
Si Lapides Gemmae,  riguum Mare funderet Aurum, 
Margara  si Pulvis fieret, Chrystallus  & Aer,
Sol  quodvis Sydus, plures Sibi  mille Nitores;
22.
Gemmae illae Silices  essent, Mare parva lacuna, 
Stellae istae Scintilla  forent, Flagratio  Phoebus:
Aurum, Gemma micans, Adamantes, sordida Scruta: 
23.
Si Terrae,  complexa forent, & Lumina COELI, 
Optica & unius peterent Confinia Centri,
Hoc  prius Objectum  vel caecum redderet illud.
24.
Caecum, seu piceae Velamen Noctis opacum,
(Innuitur Sacro  duntaxat Visio Textu) 
Hujus  respectu LUCIS  sunt quaelibet Vmbrae.
25.
O, planè infandam,  summo (que)   Stupore refertam!
Si Nemo nisi qui dignus describere possit,
Hanc  sanè LUCEM  possit describere Nemo.
26.
Selecti Eloquii cujusvis languet Acumen,
Defecit Ingenium,  Verborum hîc curta supellex;
Hanc  Lumen Mentis nullius tranet ABYSSUM. 
27.
Hîc residet tantis circundata GLORIA  Flammis,
Quales confundant Aciem vel maximè acutam,
Huc tendat propiore nimis quae improvida Gressu.
28.
SPLENDOR  dimanat talis  Fulgoribus istis,
Qualis pulveream sublimet in ardua Molem,
Vrnâ quae compôsta secùs remanêret inerti.
29.
NUMINIS  ante Thronum  Summi provolvo meipsum,
Profluit undè Bonum  quodvis ut ab ubere Fonte:
Hoc Decus  ut pandam faveat tua GRATIA  Coeptis.
30.
Magne DEUS,  sine Principio, tamen omnis Origo,
Cujus Naturae telam Manus  inclyta nevit;
Vná qui Virtute  tuà Loca singula comples.
31.
Alme PARENS  rerum; qui fulcis quod (que)   creatum,
Vitam Spiritibus  qui praebes, continuasque,
Ortus es ipse Tibi,  Bonitatis Origo supremae.
32.
Laetitiae SUMMA  es, cujus Sapientia  Abyssus,
Ad quodvis sese tendit tua vasta Potestas, 
Ac cunctos Facies  reddet jucunda beatos.
33.
Aeris expansis puncto dilaberis Alis,
Induis Augustae Te Majestatis  amictu,
TE Nubes velant,  TE stipant  Agmina Coeli.
34.
Omnis Honoris Apex,  Summae es Fastigia  Laudis,
Ad Radios latè sparsos suffusa Pudore
Hymnos  decantat, coelestis Turma,  perennes.
35.
Gemmae  quàm superant vitrum! quàm Sidera  Gemmas!
Sidera quam Phoebus!  quàm Phoebum Gloria Coeli! 
Pur [...] o [...]  ast ipsis longè est tua VISIO COELIS. 
36.
Magna quidem Tellus,  se profert latiùs Aer, 
Planetae  excedunt, Stellarum  Regia major,
Supremi  fines nec habent Tentoria Coeli. 
37.
Mens mea dum Zelo conatur plura referre
Fervida protenso, Pectus, DEUS  alme, repleto
Igne novo, nullum languorem Carmina noscant.
38.
Cum super Aerios tractus, & Sidera Musae
Vrgeo Progressus, uni TIBI  mille videntur
Sphaerae, non secus ac atomi sub Sole minuti
39.
Est Aetas aeterna  tibi seu clepsydra tantum,
Immensum nisi sit Spatium complere valet nil▪
Cujus sex Verbis rerum Natura creata est.
40.
Omnia complectens totius Fabrica Coeli,
Cum Stellis rutilis, Verbo  surgebat ab uno, 
Quomodò mortalis narret Sapientia NOMEN? 
41.
Aetheris, Arbitrio,  Crystalla micantia volvis,
Illis consignat Virtus  tua coelica Metas,
Obliquos horum moderatur Dextera  Currus.
42.
Nullae Te  Zonae, Tropic [...] ve, Pol [...] ve retardent,
Cum sis Sphaeralis Motor  `Primarius Orbis,
Intra, extra, supra, quìn ultrà singula perstans.
43.
Ingentes Pluviae at (que)   Nivis sustentat acervos
Omnipotens  tua sola Manus,  quâ nempè remotâ
Diluvium humanum perdat genus omne secundum.
44.
Hisce ministratur stillatis Copia Terris,
Et confisa  [...] IBI  mortalia Corda replentur,
Flamina Ventorum peragunt tua Jussa  per Orbem;
45.
Haec Tu,  quando voles, caecis inclusa cavernis
Constringis, vilido (que)   sinis prorumpere motu,
Vndè Tremore gravi Tellus concussa dehiscit.
46.
Vndarum furias Vinclis compescis Arenae,
Oceani arcanum vasti scrutare Profundum,
Te memorem pacti monstrat Thaumantias Iris.
47.
Cardinibus Verbi  Tellus innixa potentis,
Aer quam cingit, nec non circumfluus Humor,
Ponderibus librata suis immobilis astat.
48.
Ejus sed Frontem Te corrugante Columnae
Firmatae trepidant, Fremitu Mare Littora plangit,
Solvuntur Silicum Rupes, Montes (que)   vacillant.
49.
Insuper intremuêre Poli,  Centrum (que)   recussum
Terrae, quae Vultûs perculsa Stupore verendi,
Accedit  Montem Sina dum summa  POTESTAS.
50.
Imbutum Vitâ quodvis tua Cura focillat,
Divinis Cursum cujusvis flectis Habenis,
Gratia de Vultu,  de Vultu  Gloria manat.
51.
Non Tibi  sunt Aures, non sunt Tibi  Lumina, verùm
Percipis Auditu quodvis, & cernis acutè;
Te  Locus haud capiat, tamen Ipse  per Omnia praesens.
52.
Optica coelestis dicamus Specla Pronoias,
Arcam, quâ positas Idaeas videris omnes,
Ad quas conceptas formaveris Icona quamvis.
53.
Quippè praeexistunt sic hîc Eventa futura,
Sicut abhinc multo non tempore gesta fuissent;
Cernimus haud dissecta recèns tàm Corpora clarè.
54.
Totus ubi (que)   s [...] mel remanes, Tu semper es idem,
Attamen Arbitrio commutas omnia solo,
Tu complêre remota soles Immobilis Ipse.
55.
Sic interponunt se contingentia Turmis
Sollerti Curae, quae mirè cuncta gubernat,
Ac modò praeteritum, sit praeteritum (que)   futurum.
56.
Arbitrio quamvis malè fint conformia quaedam,
Nil tamen omninò citra hoc procedat in Actum;
Praevia, successura simul manet una Voluntas. 
57.
Te penes ingentis sunt Climata dissita Mundi,
Quamvis nec Tellus, nec Temet  continet Aether,
Obscurum lustrat Praesentia quodlibet-antrum.
58.
Quamvis ab istis quas tu formaveris olim
Mentibus, accedat nil ad Praeconia clara,
Attamen aeternùm celebrabunt munera Amoris.
59.
Praeter Peccatum & Mortem tu cuncta creasti,
Haec sua Stultitiae humanae primordia debent,
Illud Naturam  conspersit Sordibus omnem.
60.
Sed quò curares Peccati Vulnera, Nobis
Donas IMMANUEL,  sibi qui non sumere nostram
Naturam renuit, qui non Praesepe recusat.
61.
O, dulcis noster Mediator!  Munera cujus
Laudis seu rores, AETERNO,  matutini
Sunt celebrata Choro caelesti Cantibus  altis.
62.
Concurrrente,  Deus, genuit  Te Flamine Sancto,
Tu Verbo aeterno  contentus sumere Carnem;
Qualitèr emanas homini fas dicere non est.
63.
Sicut ab Aeterno  fuit Emanatio mira;
Haec sic aeternum mir [...] e durabit in aevum:
Principio Verbum,  monstrat Te cuncta praeisse.
64.
Vnum est esse Tibi, paritèr Tutrinus & unus;
Et duplex Natura Tibi conspirat in unâ,
Ipse trin-unius resides Deitatis  Honore;
65.
De (que)   tuo Radii Solio tot mille refulgent,
Quales Aligerûm  non possint Lumina ferre;
De quibus evolvunt Nil docta Noemata Cleri.
66.
Aetatum, pateat, Monumenta legendo priorum,
Haec sacra quòd nullus potuit Mysteria nobis
Pandere, Virgineo priùs ac sunt edita Partu:
67.
Nido à Se structo fuit hîc exclusa Columba,
Ille Gregem partus fuit hîc qui protegat Agnus, 
Se producentem, Flos, qui formaverat Agrum:
68.
Agmine Coelicolûm Te Concelebrante corusco;
Pectora Pastorum subito trepidâre pavore;
Te, monstrante Magi venerantur Sydere Cursum.
69.
Cùm sis divinâ mirandus Origine tali,
Vilia mortalis pateris Convitia Gentis,
Iratout possis nos conciliare PARENTI. 
70.
Laetus Honoris erat proprii tua Gratia Praeco,
Es tu dignatus sacratum Munus obire,
Ast Aaronis  eras solito de more vocatus.
71.
Ac ut divino constarent singula Verbo,
In te de superis descendit Spiritus auris,
Lenes propter aquas Iordanes, teste Johanne. 
72.
Hinc in Desertum perductus Flamine sacro, 
Daemonis appulsu tentatus, Codice verùm
Hunc superas Scripto, fluit undè Redemptio nostra.
Protinùs egressus—.
73.
Actus Sermones, Oracula mira fuêrunt,
Haec genuêre Fidem, nec non genuêre Timorem,
Erectas Animas ad Te tollamus utris (que)  .
74.
Firmatum claudis gressum tribuisti, Lumina Caecis,
Morbo languentes diro quocun (que)   levabas,
Defunctis Vitam, Mutis dederas (que)   Loquelam.
75.
Defunctis T [...]  Vita, Salus mortalibus aegris,
Tu caecis Lumen, Tu rerum copia egenis,
Thesaurus furtum spernens, sincera Voluptas.
76.
Non ex hoc Mundo Regnum Tibi, RECTOR OLYMPI, 
Nuncia Apostolico procedunt Pectore laeta,
Vttua sit totum Miseratio nota per Orbem.
77.
Mortuus ante Diem conspexit fidus Abraham,
Vota Tibi pariter nato solvebat Isaco,
Antitypum at (que)   Typus, versare per omnia vivus.
78.
Est Evangelicus, Sapiens  Academia, Codex,
Justitiam  vicit Clementia blanda severam,
Sobrius  ut Vitam ducebas, Fortis  obibas.
79.
Es Tu, sacra Domus, Tu purum Altare, Sacerdos,
Tu Vitae Panis, citrà fastidia Festum,
Ex Escis ubi acuta novis exurgit Orexis.
80.
Mortali natus mortalia Crimina deles,
Victima grata foret Tibi quodvis Pectus honestum,
Ob Genus humanum qui velles fundere Vitam.
81.
Non dedignatus, Crucis es tolerare probrosae
Tormina, quò nobis concessus sit Paradisus;
Quò pia Sanctorum Solentur Gaudia Mentes.
82.
Ferrea Tartarei diffringens Claustra Tyranni,
Dira tenebrosi Phlegetontis Monstra coerces:
Sic tua cuncta Tibi subigebat Dextera victrix.
83.
Tu Virtute tuâ solvebas Vincula Mortis,
At (que)   reviviscens superam contendis in Arcem,
Inspirat Vitam Laethatis Spiritus Oris.
84.
Te, Pater, electis ut signet Dona Salutis
SHIRITUS ALME,  dedit NATO  (sic Trinus in Vno)
Sanctificas Omnes propriè, non solus at Omnes.
85.
PATRIS  Amor, nec non NATI,  coeleste Sigillum,
Praesidium Sanctis, felix Pietatis Origo,
Alta salutiferae pandas Mysteria Linguae.
86.
O Iubar immensum Radiis insigne coruscis,
Omnis ab aspectu Sophiae Radiatio clara,
Non collata potest minui tua Copia cunctis.
87.
Gaudia sunt Comites, Clementia, Pacis Amor (que)  ;
Quorum pacatum perturbant nulla Tenorem
Tristia; Quem Mundus, nec Mors, nec destruat Orcus.
88.
Festum  ex selectis quod constet talibus Escis,
Qualitèr haud acris possit consumere Orexis,
Dives Odor  quem non dispergat Ventus in Auram:
89.
LUX  Oculos fugiens, tamen Ipse per Omnia splendes,
Tu Sonus  es qualem non Musicus explicet ullus,
Arctus es Amplexus,  quem Tempora nulla resolvant.
90.
Exindè irrefluo volvuntur Gaudia Cursu,
Qualia inexhaustis soleas praebere Culullis,
Cordibus, a foedá Peccati Labe remotis.
81.
Ecstaticum hoc Vinum quod tradit SPIRITUS ALMUS, 
Sidereum motas extollit ad Aethera Mentes;
Terrenis orbas Coeli Solatia mulcent.
82.
O quàm sacrati connectit Gluten Amoris!
Ros fluit Ambrosiae divino qualis ab Ore!
Sunt tua quae solùm faciunt Commercia Caelum.
93.
Illustres Animae, succensae hoc Lumine summo,
Quando tuos Vultus radiantes Luce tuentur,
Quod (que)   Decus reputant obscurae Noctis adinstar.
94.
Sublimis nostros superans Infusio S [...] nsus,
Tu stupor Eloquii Nomen mereare profundi,
Aequet hyperbolicus quem nullus Sermo superbus.
95.
Sacrosancta TRIAS,  complecteris Omnia solùm,
Exuperans quodcun (que)   Bonum, super Omnia Felix,
Nos haustura, tamen vivo hoc in Fonte natamus:
96.
Imperio REX  magne tuo par nulla Potestas,
Augusto cujus Majestas provenit Ore,
Pulchrâes perpetui praecinctus Veste Decoris.
97.
Iustitia est Sceptrum, Solium miseratio Mitis,
Regna perimmensos extendunt coelica Tractus,
Gloria permansura, Tibi, per Sêcla Corona.
98.
Pax Intellectûs tua quodvis praestat Acumen,
Obsisti poterit tua vasta Potentia frustrà,
NUMEN  es Ipse sacrum, Sacro purgatius omni.
99.
Ore fluit Verum, Sapientia Pectore manat,
Ante tuam excubias agit Omnipotentia Turrim,
Aligeri  peragunt tua Iussa verenda Ministri. 
100.
Perspicit Obtutu vel cuncta Scientia primo,
Thesauro frueris per Te sine Fine beato,
Tempus es Aeternum;  Quae me demergat ABYSSUS! 
SUmmas TIBI agit Grates, maxime Coelorum PRAESES, aeternùm (que)   adorandum NUMEN, Servus tuus humillimus, quem post tot varias mundanarum Sollicitudinum Procellas, vastos (que)   Curarum Fluctus, cùm olim Hollandiam, Brabantiam, Artesiam, Germaniam, Austriam, Hungariam, Styriam, Carinthiam,  partem Italiae,  nec non Galliae  incolumem in Patriam  reduxisti. Quàm gratum enim mihi placidum, post tot periculosas inter peregrinandum Agitationes, Quietis Pacis (que)   Intervallum, ut devotae LEGUM tuarum Observationi totus exindè vacem! Tu, benigne  DEUS, dulcissimum hoc mihi Otium concedis, quo TIBI Soli prompto libenti (que)   Animo inservire statui: sicut per TE vivo, sic TIBI viverem, & quicquid a Gratiâ  acceperim, in Honorem  refunderem! Haec ergò Laudi  & Gloriae  solius sapientis & immortalis DEI submissè consecrentur.
CONDITOR Omnipotens Coeli (que)   Soli (que)  !  supremum
Cujus ad Arbitrium  cuncta creata fluunt;
Clementèr Finem lassis imponito Rebus,
Nec plùs terrenis Mens  operosa vacet:
Omnia solertèr sub utro (que)   jacent [...] ia Phoebo 
Perpendens, tandem non nisi vana  scio.
Quà sese bifido Scaldis  discriminat Alveo
Vidi, Te (que)   tuâ, Rhene  palustris, Aqua:
Non iter excelsae remoratae Nubibus Alpes, 
Quae nec in aeriis Nix sedet alta Jugis;
Vidimus oppositos vario sub Climate  Mores;
Vidimus innnmeras quas vehit Ister  Aquas:
[Page 268]  Diverso didici diversa 
Idiomata  Tractu,
Quae (que)   Observatu  sunt bene digna, scio:
Gallica  Mobilitas, Fraus Itala,  Fastus Iberi, 
Teutonica  Ebrietas nota fuere nimis.
Quamlibet in Partem Regina Pecunia  Mundum
Flectit, acerba Meum  Bella Tuum (que)    gerunt.
Me conservanti per mille Pericula,  Grates
Quî possim meritas solvere, CHRISTE, Tibi!
Cerno, detestans Vitium, lassus (que)   Tumultu,
Quod, non Vita▪  prior Vita, sed Error  erat.
Velle Meum,  sit velle Tuum,  REGNATOR Olympi!
CUI soli Grates  Mens agit, egit, aget.
Si plures mihi Vita  futura superstet in Annos,
Huic sit juncta piâ Sedulitate Fides! 
Nam nil contulerim benè docto sanus Amico, 
Spiritus  ut sano Corpore  sanus agat.
Nosse, & amare DEUM; Promissis credere CHRISTI,
Consulere Afflictis  edocuisse Rudes, 
Accumulare Bonis Inopes,  succurrere Lapsis, 
Obnixè Votis Ista  petenda meis.
Vertam Bodleias,  congesta Volumina, Gazas,
Quae Vaticano  proxima, Roma,  tuo:
Nocturnâ versanda tamen, versanda diurnâ,
Prae cunctis aliis BIBLIA SACRA Manu:
Undè, ut Apis  sese sustentat Mectare Cellae;
Sic vivam lectis Floribus hisce piis.
Talia fac, vives, Lector;  Quicun (que)   beatus 
Esse cupis, tali Vita sit acta modo.
Me Vitam,  at (que)   Necem  tibi proposuisse memento:
Elige  [...] ivè velis vivere,   [...] ivè mori. 
FINIS.