HEaring the Seed's fore cryes, my heart did think,
How bitter is the Cup given thee to drink?
And pond'ring well, mine Eye did plainly see,
That, like spread-nets, sorrows have compast thee.
Whilst in the shallow waters I did wait,
Like as the least, I saw thee made the bait,
The little Dolphin's spaun, in ev'ry hour
Pursu'd by Fishes, which would thee devour.
And whilst I waited, the Deeps did me cover,
Wherein I saw, where thou swim'st swift to hover,
The Whale, the Shark, the Porpos, and the Hake
In scools do chase thee fierce, a prey to make:
Holes then in Rocks thou mak'st thy hiding-place,
To save thy Life from their most cruel chase.
Thou swim'st in Deeps the longest course of fears,
There's not another which such Suff'ring bears.
When unto shore I came with lift-up head,
Thy many Woes on Earth I plainly read;
And then in secret said, Sure few do wey
Thy Suff'rings great; hunted as for the prey
Of Wolf, Fox, Lion, Tigar, and of Bear,
Which houl and roar thy Lamb-like flesh to tear.
Wild-Asses snuff up Wind, fed-horses rush
All against thee; Bashan's black Bulls do push
With all their force and might, with strong-set horns,
Pointed like Spears, as sharp as pricking thorns.
The Cockatrice hid in a secret place,
His Jaws hold venom, to spit in thy face.
The Crockadile, with Man's voice feigns his cry
To slay thy life, he weeps in subtilty;
If that in pity thou shouldst haste to see,
What should the cause of such sore mourning be.
Thus, as a snare, in secret he doth watch,
Thy tender Life, his deadly mind to catch.
[Page 6]Whilst
standing still, and lifting up
mine eye, Flocks of devouring Birds I did espy,
In th' Air, with watching eyes, soaring aloft.
At which I suddenly conceiv'd the thought,
And in the secret closet of my mind,
I said, They seek the little Wren to find,
Which in much fear in Thickets hid doth lie,
Whilst Hawks and Vultures over thee do fly;
Their Bills and Tallants all prepared are,
Watching thy rising, at thy Life to sparre:
The Eagle flyeth with a fixed will,
To tear thy tender flesh with her strong Bill:
The Ostrich great, which Iron can digest,
Prepares her appetite on thee to feast:
The cruel Dragon of the Wilderness,
Pursues thee fierce in time of thy distress,
With clashing wings and scales, flying most swift,
As if to find thee, Heaven and Earth would sift;
He spues out deadly venom, as a fluction;
Restless in life, whilst seeking thy destruction.
The fiery-flying Serpent's flaming breath
Spreads burning in the Earth, seeking thy Death,
Many a subtil twist with tayl, and wrench
With head and body, he works to entrench
Upon the borders of thy Liberties,
Thereby to catch thee as a prey and prize:
He stretches Wings in Elements most high,
Burning in flames, as he his course doth fly
Aloft, ascending, shining in the Air,
As if he were a blazing-star most fair;
And as the Polisher of Hell's wombs snares
In sort most subtile sets his blocks and bars,
Thy pure path to pervert, and cause to stumble
Thee unto losse of Life, thou sweet and humble.
Mine Eye reverted to the Earth again,
I saw the ground, in which thou long hast lain:
The sight was sad, a pure Lilly-seed
Compast with ev'ry noisom hurtful Weed;
[Page 7] Thistles and
Brambles over thee
aspires, With choaking Thorns, and destructive Bryars.
Through cloven Mountains things I clearly did
Behold, which in Earth's womb in Deeps lay hid,
A Treasure vast of Silver and of Gold
Of price uncounted, never by man told.
Though sad to cite the shape in which it lay,
Like ragged Rocks in Oar, in hue like Clay;
Absconding Virtue, whilst not separate
From the corrupted dross and Reprobate,
Wanting its splendor illustrious and bright,
Which purg'd, is seen by ev'ry open sight.
Beneath the Oceans, which the Earth doth measure,
Mud, Sands, and Craggy Rocks conceal a Treasure;
The Carbuncle, and ev'ry precious Gem;
The Saphir, Pearl, and the Diadem,
The Rubie, Emerauld, and Onix-stone,
With what's unnam'd, and unto man unknown:
Besides, in her dark womb I saw reveal'd
A smother'd substance, in whose bowels seal'd,
Is all fulness of Virtue and Perfection;
But what avails? Death's chains hold in subjection.
Have I not therefore all day long to cry,
Oh! Sorrows, Woes, Oh! immense Misery?
Verily, since these things I've seen and felt,
My heart within me like as Wax doth melt:
Oh! Pressures, Pressures, Bleedings, Sorrows, Cryes!
Remembring Jacob, tears run down mine Eyes;
My Bed's sore pangs, my Cup holds Woes, deep measure;
I wrap my soul in care, despising pleasure.
Thou Drop, Thy Channel's more than many Brooks,
On Thy Grief's Streams my mourning spirit looks;
Yea, for thy sake my Bowels are a River,
Pour'd on the ground's, my Reins, my Heart and Liver.
Whilst carnal, did I then a thought retain,
That Man so bruitish was in his disdain?
Was it conceived by me in the least,
His Nature more Oppressive than the Beast?
[Page 8]Nay: 'twas not clear in
substance comprehended,
That he from Nature's bonds was thus descended;
Instead of Perseverance, vile Regression,
Disjoyn'd from Mercy, united to Oppression.
Standing a little still, I heard, as read,
A Voice ascending out of Deeps in dread.
My Int'rogations quickly had an end,
The Word responsive did me comprehend;
Things sealed up in Eternal Decree
From Ages past, in great fear compast me;
So dreadful was the Word, which oft did make
Me in my motion stagger, reel and quake.
Thus said the Lord, Hear Man, and I'l demand,
VVho round the swelling Seas hath fixt dry Land?
VVho's he that maketh ev'ry Fish's way?
And, who doth bar the Night, and open Day?
VVho hath created Wonders in the Deep?
And who feeds Worms which in her bottoms creep?
Where's he who by his Wisdoms words or wishes,
That's able t'answer me among the Fishes?
The Lempits spaun, what Man hath seen to tell?
And how gain'd she her Cov'ring of a Shell?
VVho gave her strength fast to the Rock to cleave,
That no Fish else of life can her bereave?
Can Man this secret unseal and unlock,
Whether another substance than the Rock
Doth she feed on? let him in Wisdom speak,
What Instrument hath she the Rock to break?
VVho knows the Spaun which Cockles & Musles shed,
And what's the substance wherewith it is fed?
VVho knows the time of their Natures conception,
And when's the moment brought unto perfection?
VVho leads the Wrinckles over Mountains high
Of craggy Rocks, which in the Oceans lye?
VVho built the House which she bears on her back,
Wherein she's hid, as in a sealed Sack?
Her one Scale opens and shuts; it's her Door,
Wherewith she seals salt moysture up in store,
That when the Ebb her Lodge to Air doth give,
Till Flood returns she hath enough to live.
VVas it by Art of wise Princes or Kings,
Or, who gave to the flying Fish her wings?
[Page 11]VVhich when pursu'd by other
Fishes great,
That would her Life destroy, and Body eat,
Therewith in ev'ry Chase, Life to defend,
Doth out of Natures Element ascend.
Who gave the Dolphin her dear tender Love,
And made her swiftest which in Seas do move?
Who made two Fishes Weapons for to wear,
Whereby they swim, dreadful with Sword and Spear;
Though being little, and in substance small,
Yet are a Terrour to the mighty Whale?
VVho makes the Oyster gape with ardent heat
In Summer-time, as if she wanted meat?
And whilst yet thus her shells stand open wide,
Who taught the Crab-fish to draw near her side,
And with his claw a Stone therein to put,
Whereby to save her life, she cannot shut?
And thus is made the other Fishes Bait,
Which for the same takes time to watch and wait.
VVho gave some Fishes fins, others walking leggs,
And makes some spaun, and others to lay Eggs?
VVho hatches Tortles Eggs hid in the Sand,
And who sustains their Life by Sea and Land?
VVho of a Seed hath made thee flesh and bone,
And whereof made I every precious Stone?
Of what's compos'd Earth, Trees and ev'ry Plant?
And which was first, LIGHT, or the ADAMANT?
Who answers? What, can Man reveal to me
The substance whereof I compos'd the Bee?
Who knows his Art which makes the Honey-comb?
And, who made Man before a Woman's Womb?
VVhat's the Infusion, who can it resemble,
Which at the Cock's-Crow makes the Lyon tremble?
The same which fills the Elephant with fear,
When that a Mouse before him doth appear.
VVho taught Jack-halls to hunt the Lyon's prey,
And Pilot-fish, to lead the Shark her way?
One knows the thing, which to all flesh seems strange,
How that Camelion her self doth change
[Page 12]Into
all Colours, perfect
White excepted,
Which by the Law for Man's meat is rejected.
I bend th'exalted flames of Phoebus low,
Autumn to usher Winter's birth of Snow,
Her Travel, as a Vest, on Earth doth spread,
Wherein the Night-steps of Wild-beasts are read;
VVhich though the girdings of the Night conceals
Day dawned, printed Lines to Man reveals.
Though Lions roar, and Wolves do howl and bark,
Panther, with them I sent to Noah's Ark;
A golden thrid I've given with clear sight,
To measure the blind Bats and Screech-Owls flight,
The Moles dark paths, a Laborynth obscure,
Yet scrutal Worm doth comprehend it sure.
He which hath Mose's Rod in Shiloh's Day,
Over a Rock can trace a Serpent's way.
I built the Seas on each hand as a Wall,
Which sav'd a Seed, and on an Host did fall.
Remains there yet another doubtful thing,
Which He that made all, cannot to light bring?
WORM, where wert thou ere Adam saw a Day?
Or, who hath counsel'd me in mine own way?
Did I choose Compounds, what man can me tell,
To make a simple, Poyson to expel?
Or, chose I Drugs, beneath Lifes proper seal,
To make a Salve all Sores and Wounds to heal?
Sought I mixt Medicines the Plague to cure,
Or Lethargy, which loaths Purgation pure?
Logicians, Lawyers, Chymists and Star-gazers,
Make Smoak in Tophet, they of Men amazers.
Arts painted Image with Apology,
Is but the Wash-pot of Theology,
Which tracks out Hirelings in their subtil traces,
And spreads with Dung Baals Diviners faces;
VVhilst Light reveals, a shovel is their tongue,
Which in the Bride-groom's room heaps noisom dung
So dung for dung, repaid's their equal way,
Till their work's up, and wrath cuts down their stay.
[Page 13]In number of the
Just they shall not rise;
As the tree falls, it so consuming lies.
For Mammon's sake they have the Just opprest,
The Simple to deceive, my Law they wrest.
They rob the Poor, and raven Widdows bread,
With Joy of Orphants spoils they crown their head.
Wherefore's I live, I'll fill their Cup with Woe,
Th' effects of Vengeance shall their banks o'reflow.
And he which slips the Day giv'n to repent,
In Judgment's hour from hope of Life, I'll rent.
Where's the Philosopher? what hath he found,
Raking up Rubbish of black Egypt's ground?
The cause of courses natural, which move
With all effects, spring from a root of Love,
VVhich Wisdom swaddles with a golden band,
He builds not Babel, nor trusts Art of hand.
VVheels out of frame do make the whole work jar,
Fractions pursue whilst Man's bound in a snare,
Through what his Love unnatural compounds
Of Roots, Stones, Oare, and Dirt of divers grounds.
It's but one simple Virtue doth unfold,
VVhich touching Mettals makes all pure Gold.
VVho studies Wisdom? there's at each man's stall
Teaching a Seed, he which hath one hath all;
But Man whose Wisdom doth exalt his thought,
VVithout the Key of Rocks, his All is nought;
His Rule, Progression is; his own Reduction,
His Joy and Pleasure prints his own Destruction.
VVho answers me among the Fowls of Heaven,
Which in the Ark were sav'd by numbers seven?
Since Noah's day, who all their encrease took,
And registred their numbers in a Book?
Who couples them in season, as yoak't even?
I'l yet demand of Man concerning seven.
Who gave the Wren her treble Voice to sing,
Consorting Musick with the Timbrel string;
And in much Joy, sav'd from an evil chance,
Makes her in Summer in Vine branches dance?
[Page 14]The
Red-breast's shril Notes singing on a
Rock, Sounds as a Shepherd piping to his Flock;
VVho gave the love which she bears in her breast,
And Innocency for a seat of rest?
VVho makes the Thrush in Spring-time to rejoyce,
And gifted her with a loud chanting Voice?
VVho gave the Hand her quavering Keys to feel,
And guides the same, which turns her Cymbal-wheel?
VVho Black-birds whistle, which makes Woods to ring?
Sweet Valleys eccho whilst yet she doth sing,
In Deserts; who from under shadows mute
Raiseth her Voice to sing unto the Lute?
VVho fills the Nightingale with Harmony,
Her Tune transcending all in Air that fly?
VVho strain'd her seven strings unto perfect tryal?
Which makes the Musick on her well set Vyal;
VVho makes the Lark ascend with out-stretcht wing,
A Song of Melody on high to sing?
Who hath her Organ unto sweet Notes bound,
And blows the Bellows for her Pipe to sound?
And who hath given unto the Turtle-Dove
Her mind of Chastity and pure Love,
And made her of her Mate so dear a Lover,
That chusing ONE, she'l never chuse Another?
Th'united Harmony let it be penn'd;
Musical Consort never shall have end,
Who hastes these seven in flight with wide-spread wings
In Orion's house to feast on flesh of Kings?
Sit silent Sodom, for it's Sion's Seed,
Which in the seven-seal'd Roll do run and read.
I gave my servant Moses a pure measure,
But now to Shiloh a more glorious Treasure;
VVhose Day shall give an Holy Seed to see,
Unto him gather'd multitudes to be.
Can Man yet answer Me in open fields,
Amongst the tender Plants which the Earth yeelds?
Who makes the Grass to grow, and Plant to spring,
The Lilly seed, and ev'ry fragrant thing?
[Page 15]Can he by all his
Wisdom, Will, or
Power, VVith all his Compounds, new, create one Flower,
VVhich of Earth's substance shall partake and feed,
And flourish, yeelding perfect seeding Seed?
Can he the nature of the Lilly's Seed,
Change into an offensive hurtful Weed?
Or else the Virtue of the Primrose-plant,
And Violet by all his Wisdom, scant?
How knows he when the virtu's more or less?
Hath he to Curse, and have not I to BLESS?
Knows he that Plant which grows in Woods obscure,
Whose root of Pestilence is perfect cure?
I've seen Physicians, Herbals large, which want
Description of that fragrant Root and Plant:
Doth he know which of ev'ry Seed shall grow,
Whilst yet in hope he spreads his hand to sow?
Or when in blade sprang up new-shot in ear,
Is he assur'd which Reed shall encrease bear?
Who dwells in Deeps, where Virtues life reposes,
Hid in the Root, which odours gives to Roses?
VVho knows where Pleiades hath built his Bowre
Of Spices, deck't with ev'ry fragrant Flower?
VVho in the Earth hath digg'd so deep to see
Him cloath'd with Sap of ev'ry fruitful Tree?
VVho spreads the Vine-leaf as a Summer-shade,
And as with Jewels, doth her branches lade?
She prospers pleasant in the Valleys low,
In Vintage making Fats to overflow.
Can Man, whose Study's but as mudled mire,
Make Plants in Eden spring of sparks of fire?
Whilst vertuous Shiloh, which in flames reposes,
Of burning Coals makes sprout forth Damask Roses,
Which Mortals know not with which hand to handle,
Whose Light's thick Darkness, spread by Shiloh's Candle:
To whom all souls must come by Transformation,
To know the Work mysterious of Salvation,
He's full possest, which in his right hand reads
His Line of Life unto Perfection leads;
[Page 16]Which
seals the
doom of his most
woful state, Whom death cuts off, in sin's chains captivate.
Who answers me in word of Visitation,
Which perfect tryal brings on ev'ry Nation?
Who can set bars by strength of his right hand
To bolt out famine, sent to smite a Land?
Where is that King which on the Earth doth reign,
Which fire, sword, and plague can bind and chain?
And who can say, but those, and many more
My Judgements, yet a little held in store
Shall quickly sweep the earth, and in this wise
Cut off all lovers of their lusts and lies?
VVho numbred hath the arrows of my quiver,
Prepar'd for battle, Jacob to deliver?
Have I not said, there is for him a day
At hand, and am I yet to seek the way
In which mine own unsearchable Decree
In all earth's compass perfected shall be?
Can man's frail life and strength on his back bear
The weight of my sheild, buckler, sword, and spear?
Let vain man answer in his pride and lust,
VVho made all Nations in ONE of the dust?
Or, who gave Counsel, or materials brought,
To assist me in all that I have wrought?
VVill he not understand amid'st his joy,
That he which made, can ALL at once destroy?
Kings, Princes, Nations, all degenerated,
Have they more strength than what's of dust created?
To David's sling, what is Goliah's spear?
If I strike Dread, who's he that shall not fear?
I could yet question man, time without end,
VVhilst, in a word, all things I comprehend;
But that in folly he himself may know,
I'll sum up all in ONE of what's below.
Can man whose contract in death's-day stands dated,
Create a work of what's not yet created?
VVorm, where wert thou before the sun ascended?
Or e're that I my first days work had ended?
[Page 17]Or,
where when the first
fixed Stars did sing
A joyful Song of Praise to their high King?
Moreover, I demand vain man to prove,
Can he yet answer me in Heav'ns above?
Can man the Storms rebuke? or, can he check
The moving Winds? are Whirlewinds at his beck?
Can He the Heavens Influences sweet
Turn back, and cause that in the season meet,
Nor Heat, nor Cold, times tepid, Dews nor Rain
Shall be in all succeeding dayes again?
Can Man Heav'ns bright Clouds in his weak hand hold?
Or, all the moving Constellations fold,
And roul up in a secret place to hide
Them, where they never more shall be espied?
Or, is He such a Powerful Commander,
That at his beck all fixed Stars shall wander?
Can mortal Man in his corrupted will
Stop the Moon's course, or, make the Sun stand still?
Can he the Morning spot, or the Sun stain?
Or, can he Thunders bind, or Lightnings chain?
Can Man his hand to the third Heav'ns streatch,
And therewith violently make a breach
Through bars of Brass, which bolt fast doors of Steel,
Much more in substance than Earth's Orb or Wheel,
And so lay waste in his fond will and pleasure,
What's there contain'd of Jacob's certain treasure?
Could he do all these, still I'm far above
The Heav'n of Heav'ns, where nought besides doth move,
Can Man cut off Strong-fire-all's renting Claws?
Or draw his Teeth out of his burning Jaws?
Doth Man's Eye make him tremble with a look?
Or, can he tear his heart out with a hook?
Each of his Joynts are as an Iron hill,
His Teeth grinds Carcasses, as in a Mill;
His Nostrils flames seeth in his Cauldron Whales,
And fryes the flesh of Kings in his cast Scales:
He gapes like Gulphs, as if he hungry were,
Thirsting for Blood, he roars the Prey to tear;
[Page 18]His
Furnace fire in
Brain-pan of his
head, Boyls Cauls and Blood of every heart, fat fed.
Can Man his brazen skin rent as a rag?
Or joynt his tayl, which Ocean's deeps do drag?
He waves his Wings over his Steel-barr'd Cage,
And Storms impetuous move in roaring rage;
The foaming Seas, like Mountains full of breaches,
His Motion turbulent, her Womb's deeps reaches;
His glazed sparkling Eyes appear most fierce;
Nor Shot, nor Weapon can his Body pierce;
Steel, Brass and Iron unto him are straws,
Their strength sev'n times compos'd's not like his Claws,
He shakes his Back, which makes his Scales to rattle,
Like shouts and clashings of a dreadful Battle:
Hath Man yet seen the measure of his Bow,
And Arrows length? Or, how came he to know
His Golden Shrouds, Six over ev'ry shade,
The Seventh shuts in the Mould that he hath made?
He walks in secret in the deepest dark,
And leaves his Relique, it's a fiery spark;
He marks his Path out by a Line obscure,
If two would walk therein, one's snar'd most sure.
Can he whose Fame spreads as Ahithophel,
Reach round that Sphear which is his lowest Cell?
All's mean to me, which in thine Ear I sound;
Heights reach not me, nor Deeps the most profound.
VVorm, where wert thou before Time did commence,
And, what stood then against me as defence?
VVho then was with me counselling in decree?
Or, what, doth Man think Time hath alter'd Me?
Man's mighty Mountain's now to me no more
Than 'twas ere Light past through Heav'ns open dore.
I see the Counsels, Leagues, and Pow'rs of Hell,
Satan and his Angels in that black Cell:
The Divil had time with him that first did sin,
And before that his reign did not begin.
VVho yet, as Prince in Earth and Air doth reign,
But is appointed unto Seal and Chain.
[Page 19] Death and
Hell's Leagues, I'le
disanul and
save Jacob, from her wide Jaws and loathsom Cave;
It's One which all performs, who will not scant
The just fulfilling of his Covenant.
I'm He in Judgment and Truth, changing never,
Yesterday the same, this day, and for ever.
And the Lord answered me through the Clouds of the Morning Dewes, in a clear serene Day of the early Spring.
THou Son of Man, lift up thine head and hear,
Thou naked art, therefore I say, draw near.
Like as a broken Bow thou shalt not start
From my Testimony, written in thy heart;
But with thy strength, enclin'd in pure fear
And dread, thou shalt witness of my NAME bear.
Moreover, Son of Man, give ear to me,
And I will make thee Counsels deep to see:
Behold the Drop of Blood which in the Earth doth lye,
Hath from her drowning Deeps raised a Cry,
Which like as Lightning's arrows most swift are,
It hath ascended above ev'ry Star;
And pierc'd Heav'ns barrs, and mov'd me in my Throne,
In Righteousness to weigh the Cry and Groan:
But I the LORD which Counsel do reveal,
Do charge thee that the Secrets thou dost seal,
From ev'ry unclean, corrupt, vult'rous eye,
For whom's the WO and Dregs of misery;
How it shall be say not; dwell thou in Me,
Who hath a Sword and Scale giv'n thee to see,
With many other Instruments of praise,
Held in one hand that Drop of Blood to raise;
But thus thou may'st prophesie and dispense,
A Drop of Blood shall be a Sea immense;
A little Stone shall be an open Fountain,
And a dry bone shall be a mighty Mountain.
Moreover, in a day it comes to passe,
A Diamond spark shall cut an Earth of Brasse,
And all the Waters under Heav'ns divide
That open passage be from side to side
Of every Island, and all firm Lands,
A mighty Host to march in Troops and Bands,
[Page 21]Rais'd of a
Root, Earth's
Globe to compass round,
To seek the Lost until that it be found;
And in that Day shall be a dreadful Wonder,
A panting Worm shall be a Voice of Thunder;
The lower cloudy Heav'n's compos'd of Steel,
Which bands Earth's brazen Circle like a Wheel,
That Orb also, with what encrease it yeelds
In fenced Gardens, or in open Fields,
In a moment shall melt away like Wax,
As with the sudden flames of burning Flax,
Kindl'd by motion and glance of a spark,
Which Dust and Ashes cover in the dark;
Yet in the fiery flames there shall remain.
As unconsum'd, a little simple grain,
But all in Earth besides shall burn as Tow,
And perish, as the Sun dissolves the Snow.
Preach this to proud flesh which doth vainly boast,
A Mustard seed shall be a mighty Host,
Which shall a Standard pitch, and Ensign spread,
VVherein Conquest in Battels shall be read;
And then the Worm which hath crept maim'd and halt
In Ages past, I highly will exalt;
VVhich I've anointed as King of Salom,
To reign for ever in Jerusalom;
To him that ent'reth then within her Gate
I'll give to see the thing that I create,
A Lion fierce, a Lamb, a Lamb, a Lion
VVhich shall roar out of the Mountain Sion;
VVhose sound shall be as Trumps unto the Battle,
VVhich in the four winds shall ring and rattle;
So dreadful shall the Ecchoes then rebound,
That all the Dead shall hear, buried in ground;
The Sea shall give up what lies in her Womb,
With Death, and ev'ry Sepulchre and Tomb;
Then He shall judge all which do Judgment wrest,
Perverting Truth, which have the Poor opprest:
And as I live, I'll spread his face and brow
Seven-fold more wide than are the Heav'ns now;
[Page 22]And ev'ry
Eye shall see what they have
hated, A Worm, Innocent, mine own created:
His frown shall be the World's WO and DREAD,
Yea, ev'ry soul to Him shall bow the head;
His Eye shall pierce the secrets of all hearts,
And in the Guilty shall fix wounding darts;
VVhich no flesh living shall at all remove,
The Recompence of their despite of love.
His breath as Lightnings, piercing as a Lance,
In dreadful flames on ev'ry soul shall glance,
Fulfilling Vengeance in the Wicked's heart,
Ev'rlasting burnings, never to depart.
Yea, with his breath all pure Gold shall melt,
Which in Heav'ns Treasure shall be seen and felt;
And pure Silver shall run down as streams,
With th'ardour of his Rayes and burning beams:
Lift up thine head, the DAY draws very nigh
In which this WORM I will exalt on high;
And I the JEALOUS mov'd for his relief,
Do charge thee wait in content and belief;
In th'Ark of the New-Testament abide,
And in its secret desk see that thou hide
The written Rolls of Fire and pure Gold,
Until the Word shall be, Thou maist unfold:
The Sum of all thus seal'd up in thy breast,
Lye down in Peace in the Lamb's Endless Rest.