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But though I Fame's great book sha!l open now, Nine hasty centuries are now fulfill'd,
Expect a while, till she that decad reads,

Since opticks first were known to Astragon; Which does this Juke's eternal story show, By wbom the moderns are become so skilla, And aged Olfin cites for special deeds.

They dream of seeing to the maker's throne. Where friendship is renown'd in Ulfinore; And wisely Astragon, thus busie grew, Where th' ancient musick of delightful verse,

To seek the stars' remote societies; Does it no less in Goltho's breast adore,

And judge the walks of th' old, hy finding new; And th’union of their equal hearts rehearse. For Nature's law, in correspondence lies. These weary victors the descending Sun

Man's pride (grown to religion) be abates, Led hither, where swift night did them surprise; By moving our lov't Earth; which we think And where, for valiant toiles, wise Astragon, Think all to it, and it to none relates; fix'd;

With sweet rewards of sleep, did fill their eyes. With others motion scorn to have it mix'd; When to the needy world day did appear,

As if 'twere great and stately to stand still And freely op'd her treasury of light,

Whilst other orbes dance on; or else think an His house (where Art and Nature tennants were) Those vaste bright globes (to show God's needless The pleasure grew, and bus’ness of their sight.

skill)

Were made but to attend our little ball. Where Ulfin (who an old domestick seems,

And rules as master in the owner's breast) Now near a sever'd building they discern'd Leads Goltho to adınire what he esteems;

(Which seem'd, as in a pleasant shade, retir'd) And thus, what he had long observd, exprest. A throng, by whose glad diligence they learn'd, " Here Art by such a diligence is serv'd,

'They came from toyles which their own choice

desir'd : As does th' unwearied planets imitate; Whose motion (life of Nature) has preserv'd This they approach, and as they enter it The world, which God vouchsaf'd but to create. Their eyes were stay'd, by reading o'er the gate,

GREAT XATURE'S OFFICE, in large letters writ; “ Those heights, which else dwarf life could never

And next, they mark'd who there in office sate. reach, Here, by the wings of diligence they climbe; Old busie men, yet much for wisdom fam'd; Truth (skar'd with terms from canting schools)

Hasty to know, though not by haste beguil'd; they teach;

These fitly, Nature's Registers were nam'd; And buy it with they best sav'd treasure, time,

The throng were their Intelligencers stil'd: " Here all men seem recov'rers of time past;

Who stop by snares, and by their chase o’retake

All hidden beasts the closer forrest yields;
As busie as intentive emmets are;
As alarni'd armies that intrench in haste,

All that by secret sence their rescue make,
Or cities, whom unloor’d-for sieges skare.

Or trost their force, or swiftness in the fields,

And of this throrg, some their imployment have Much it delights the wise observer's eye,

In Qeeting rivers, some fix'd lakes beset; That all these toiles direct to sev'ral skills;

Where Nature's self, by shifts, can nothing save Some from the mine to the hot furnace hie,

From triping angles, or the swal'wing net. And some from flowry fields to weeping stills.

Some, in the spacious ayre, their prey o'retake, " The first to hopefull chymicks matter bring,

Cous'ning, with hunger, falcons of their wings; Where med'cine they extract for instant cure; Whilst all their patient observations make, These bear the sweeter burthens of the spring;

Which each to Nature's Office duely brings. Whose vertues (longer known) though slow, are

And there of ev'ry fish, and foule, and beast,

The wiles these learned Registers record, " See there wet divers from Fossone sent !

Courage, and feares, their motion and their rest; Whọ of the sea's deep dwellers knowledge give;

Which they prepare for their more learned lord. Which (more unquiet than their element)

From hence to NATURL'S NURSERY they goe; By hungry war, upod each other live.

Where seems to grow all that in Eden grew; Pearl to their lord, and cordial coral these And more (if Art ber mingled species show)

Present; which must in sharpest liquids melt; Than th' Hebrew king, Nature's historian, knew. He with nigella cures that dull disease They get, who long with stupid fish have dwelt. Impatient simplers climbe for blossomes here;

Wben dewes (Heav'n's secret milk) in unseen “ Others through quarries dig, deeply below

show'rs Where desart rivers, cold, and private run; First feed the early childhood of the year; Where bodies' conservation best they know,

And in ripe summer, stoop for hearbs and And mines' long growth, and how their veines

flow'rs. begun."

In autumn, seeds and berries they provide; He showes them now tow'rs of prodigious height, Where Nature a remaining force preserves;

Where Nature's friends, philosophers remain In winter digg for roots, where she does hide To censure meteors in their cause and fight,

That stock, which if consum'd, the next spring And watch the wind's authority on rain.

sterves. Others with optick tubes the Moon's scant face From henoe (fresh Nature's Aourishing estate!)

(Vaste tubes, which like long cedars mounted They to her wither'd receptacle come ; Attract through glasses to so near a space, [lie) Where she appears the loathsome slave of fate;

As if they came not to survey, but prie. 1 For here her various dead possess the room.

sure.

This dismall gall’ry, lofty, long, and wide; But here, the soul's chief book did all precede; Was hung with skelitons of ev'ry kinde;

Our map tow'rds Heav'n; to common crowds Homane, and all that learned humane pride

deny'd; Thinks made t obey man's high immortal Who proudly aim to teach, ere they can read; minde.

And all must stray, where each will be a guide. Yet on that wall hangs he too, who so thought; About this sacred little book did stand And she dry'd by him, whom that he obey'd;

Unweildly volumes, and in number great; By ber an el'phant that with heards had fought,

And long it was since any reader's hand Of which the smallest beast made her afraid.

Had reach'd them from their unfrequented seat. Next it, a whale is high in cables tyd, (troul ; Whose strepgth might heards of elephants con

For a deep dust (which 'Time does softly shed, Then all (in payres of ev'ry kinde) they spy'd

Where only Time does come) their covers beare ; Which death's wrack leaves, of fishes, beasts,

On which grave spyders, streets of webbs had and fowl.

spread;

Subtle, and slight, as the grave writers were. These Astragon (to watch with curious eye The diff'rent tenements of living breath)

In these, Heav'n's holy fire does vainly burn; Collects, with what far travailers supply;

Nor warıns, nor lights, but is ia sparkies spent; And this was callid, THE CABINET OF DEATH.

Where froward authors, with disputes, have torn Which some the monument of bodies, name;

The garment seamless as the firmament. The arke, which saves from graves all dying These are the old polenricks, long since read, kindes;

And shut by Astragon; who thought it just, This to a structure led, lang known to fame, They, like the authors (truth's tormentors) dead,

And call’d, THE MONUMENT OP VANISH'D MINDES. Should lie unvisited, and lost in dust. Where, when they thought they saw in well sought Here the Arabian's gospel open lay, books,

(Men injure truth, who fiction nicely hide) Th' assembled soules of all that men held wise,

Where they the monk's audacious stealths survey, • It bred such awfull rev'rence in their looks,

From the world's first, and greater second guide. · As if they saw the bury'd writers rise. Such heaps of written thoughts (gold of the dead,

The curious much perus'd this, then, new book ; Which Time does still disperse, but not devour) For straying from the old, men newer look,

As if some secret wayes to Heav'n it taught; Made them presume all was from deluge free'd, Which long-liv'd authors writ ere Noah's show'r.

And prise the found, not finding those they

sought. They saw Egyptian roles which vastly great, Did like faln pillars lie, and did display

We, in tradition (Hear'n's dark mapp) descrie The tale of Nature's life, from her first heat,

Heav'n worse, than ancient mapps farr India Till by the food o'er-cool'd she felt decay.

shou;

[lie;

Therefore in new, we search where Heav'n does And large as these (for pens were pencils then)

The mind's sought ophir, which we long to Others that Egypt's chiefest science show'd;

know. Whose river fore'd geometry on men,

Which did distinguish what the Nylè o’re-Aow'd. Or as a planter, though good land he spies, Near them, in piles, Chaldean cous'ners lie;

Seeks new, and when no more so good he findes, Who the hid bus'ness of the : 'ars relate;

Doubly esteems the first; so truth men prise; Who make a trade of worship'd prophesie;

Truth, the discov'ry made by trav'ling mindes. And seem to pick the cabinet of Fate.

And this false book, till truly understood
There Persian Magi stand; for wisdom prais'd; By Astragon was openly display'd;
Long since wise statesmen, now magicians As counterfeit; false princes, rather shou'd
tollgit:

Be shown abroad, than in close prison lay'd. Altars and arts are soon to fiction rais'd,

Now to the old philosophers they come; And both would have, that miracles are wrought.

Who follow'd Nature with such just despaire, In a dark text, these states-men left their mindes;

As some do kings farr off; and when at home, For well they knew, that monarch's mistery Like conrtiers, boast, that they deep secrets (like that of priests) but little rev'rence findes,

share. When they the curtain ope to ev'ry eye. Behinde this throng, the talking Greeks had place; Near them are grave dull moralists, who give

Counsell to such, as still in publick dweli; Who Nature turn to art, and truth disguise,

At sea, in courts, in camps, and citties live; As skill does native beauty oft deface;

And scorn experience from th' unpractis'd cell, With termes they charm the weak, and pose the wise.

Esop with these stands high, and they below; Now they the Hebrew, Greek and Roman spie ;

His pleasant wisdome mocks their gravity; Who for the peoples ease, yoak'd them with law; Who vertue like a tedious matron show, Whom else, ungovern'd lusts would drive awry;

He dresses Nature to invite the eye. And each his own way frowardly would draw. High skill their ethicks seemes, whilst he stoops In little tomes these grave first lawyers lie,

down In volumes their interpreters below;

To make the people wise; their learned pride Who first mad- law an art, then misterie; Makes all obscure, that men may prise the gown;

So cleerest springs, when troubled, clowdy grow, With case he teaches, what with pain they hide.

And next (as if their bus'ness rul'd mankinde) “He who this building's builder did create,

Historians stand, bigg as their living looks; Has an apartment here triangular; who thought, swift Time they could in fetters Where Astragon, three fanes did dedicate, binde;

To dayes of praise, of penitence, and pray't. Till his confessions they had ta'ne in books:

“To thesc, from diff'rent motives, all proceed, But Time oft scap'd them in the shades of night;

For when discov'ries they on Nature gain, And was iu princes' closets oft conceal'd,

They praise high Hear'n which makes their work And bid in battels' smoke; so what they write

succeed, Of courts and camps, is oft by guess reveal'd,

But when it fails, in penitence complain.
Near these, physitians stood; who but reprieve
Like life a judge, whom greater pow'r does awe;

“If after praise, new blessings are not gir'n, And cannot an almighty pardon give;

Nor mourning Penitence can ills repair, So much yields subject Art to Nature's law.

Like practis'd beggers, they solicite Hear'ı, And not weak Art, but Nature we upbraid,

And will prevail by violence of pray'r. When our frail essence proudly we take ill;

“The temple built for pray'r, can neither boast Think we are robb’d, when first we are decay'd.

The builder's curious art, nor does declare, And those were murder'd whom her law did kill. By choice materials be intended cost; (pray'r. Now they refresh, after this long survey,

To show, that nought should need to tempt to With pleasant poets, who the soul sublime; No bells are here! unhing'd are all the gates! Fame's heraulds, in whose triumphs they make way; all lies so op'e that none for entrance waites;

Since craving in distress is naturall, And place all those whom honour helps to climbe.

And those whom faith invites, can need no call And he who seem'd to lead this ravish'd race, " The great have by distinction here no name;

Was Heav'n's lov'd laureat, that in Jewry writ; For all so cover'd come, in grave disguise, Whose harp approach'd God's ear, though none (To show pone come for decency or fame) his face

That all are strangers to each other's eyes. Durst see, and first made inspiration, wit.

“ But penitence appears unnaturall; And his attendants, such blest poets are,

For we repent what Nature did perswade;
As make unblemish'd love, courts' best delight; And we lamenting man's continu'd fall,
And sing the prosp'rous battels of jast warre; Accuse what Nature necessary made.

By these the loving, love, and valiant, fight.
O hireless science! and of all alone

“ Since the requir'd extream of penitence

Seems so severe, this temple was design'd,
The liberal; meanly the rest each state
In pension treats, but this depends on none;

Solemn and strange without, to catch the sense,

And dismal show'd within, to awe the mind. Whose worth they rev'rendly forbear to rate,

“ Of sad black marble was the outward frame,

(A mourning monument to distant sight) But by the largeness when you near it came,

It seem'd the palace of eternal night.
GONDIBERT.

“ Black beauty (which black Meroens had prais'd

Above their own) sadly adorn'd each part;
In stone, from Nyle's hard quarries, slowly rais'd,

And slowly'er polish'd by Numidian art.
“ Hither a loud bell's tole, rather commands,

Than seems t'invite the persecuted eare; How Astragon to Heav'ı his duty pays

A summons Nature hardly understands; In pray'r, and penitence, but most in praise :

For few, and slow are those who enter here, To these he sev'ral temples dedicates; And Ulfin their distinguish'd use relates. “ Within, a dismall majesty they find! "Religion's rites, seem here, in reasons sway; All gloomy, great, all silent does appear! Though reason must religion's laws obey. As Chaos was, ere th' elements were design'd;

Man's evil fate seems hid and fashion'd here.

" Here all the ornament is rer'rend black; Tue noble youths (reclaiın'd by what they saw)

Here, the check'd Sun his universal face Would here unquiet war, as pride, forsake;

Stops bashfully, and will no entrance make; And study quiet Nature's pleasant law; (make.

As if he spy'd Night naked through the glass. Which schools, through pride, by art uneasie But now a sudden shout their thoughts diverts ! “ Black curtains hide the glass; whilst from on

high So cheerfull, general, and loud it was,

A winking lamp, still threatens all the room; As pass'd through all their ears, and fill'd their hearts;

[cause.

As if the lazy flame just now would die: Which lik'd the joy, before they knew the

Such will the Sun's last light appcar at doon! This Ulfin, by his long domestick skill

“ This lamp was all, that here inform'd all eyes; Does thus explain. “ The wise ( here observe, And by reflex, did on a picture gain are wise tow'rds God; in whose great service still, Some few false beames, that then from Sodome More than in that of kings, themselves they

(rain Where pencils feigne the fire which Heav'n did

CANTO THE SIXTH.

TUB ARGUMENT.

rise;

serve

“ This on another tablet did reflect,

Religion then (whose age this world upbraids, Where twice was drawn the am'rous Magdaline; As scorn'd deformitie) will thither steer; Whilst beauty was her care, then her neglect; Serv'd at fit distance by the arts, her maids; And brightest through her tears she seem'd to Which grow too bold, when they attend too neer. shine.

“ And some, whom traffick thither tempts, shall “ Near her, seem'd crucifi’d, that Incky thief

thence

(shrines, (In Heav'n's dark lot'ry prosp'rous, more than

In her exchange (though they did grudge her wise)

And poorly banish'd her to save expence) (mines. Who groap'd at last, by chance, for Heav'o's re Bring home the idol, gold, from new found lief,

(prise.

“ Till then, sad pilots must be often lost, And throngs undoes with hope, by one drawn

-Whilst from the ocean's dreaded face they “ In many figures by reflex were sent,

shrink; Through this black vault (instructive to the

And seeking safety near the cous'ning coast, That early, and this tardy penitent;

minde)

With windes surpris'd, by rocky ambush sink. For with Obsidian stone 'twas chiedy lin'd, “ Or if success rewards, what they endure, “ The seats were made of Ethiopian wood,

'The world's chief jewel, time, they then engage The polish'd ebony, but thinly fill'd;

And forfeit (trusting long the Cynosure) [age. For none this place by Nature understood;

To bring home nought but wretched gold, and And practise, when unpleasant, makes few skill'd. “ Yet when this plague of ignorance shall end, “ Yet these, whom Heav'n's misterious choice

(Dire ignorance, with which God plagues us most ; fetch'd in,

Whilst we not feeling it, bim most offend) Quickly attain devotion's utmost scope;

Then lower'd sayles no more shall tide the coast. For having softly mourn'd away their sin,

“ They with new tops to formasts and the main, They grow so certain, as to need no bope.

And misens new, shall th' ocean's breast invade; “ At a low door they enter, but depart

Stretch new sayles out, as armes to entertain

Those windes, of which their fathers were afraid. Through a large gate, and to fair fields proceed; Where Astragon makes Nature last by art, • Then (sure of either pole) they will with pride, And such long summers shows, as ask no seed." Ja ev'ry storm, salute this constant stone!

And scora that star, which ev'ry cloud could hide; Whilst Ulfin this black temple thus exprest

The seamen's spark! which soon, as seen, is To these kind youths, whom equal soul endeers;

gone! (Goltho, and Ulfinore, in friendship blest) A second gen'ral shout salutes their eares.

'Tis sung, the ocean shall bis bonds untie,

And earth in half a globe be pent no more; To the glad house of praise this shout does call! Typhis shall saile, till Thule he descry, “ To pray'r,” (said he) no summons us in.

But a domestick step to distant shore! vites, Because distress does thither summon all;

“ This Astragon had read; and what the Greek,

Old Cretias, in Egyptian books had found; As the loud tole to penitence excites.

By which, his travail'd soul, new worlds did seek, " But since, dull men to gratitude are slow; And div'd to find the old Atlantis droun’d.” And joy'd consent of hearts is high Heaven's

Grave Ulqin thus discours'd; and now he brings choice; To this of praise, shouts summon us to goe:

The youths to view the temple built for Praise;

Where olive, for th’ Olympian victor springs; Of hearts assembled, the unfeigned voice.

Mirtle, for love's; and for war's triumph, bayes. " And since, wise Astragon, with due applause,

These, as rewards of praise, about it grew;
Kinde Heav'n, for his success, on Nature payes;
This day victorious art has giv'n him cause,

For lib'rall praise, from an abundant minde,

Does even the conqueror of Fate subdue; Much to augment Heav'n's lov'd reward of

Since Heav'n's good king is captive to the kinde. praise. " For this effectuall day his art reveald,

Dark are all thrones, to what this temple seem'd;

Whose marble veines out-shin'd Heav'n's various What has so oft made Nature's spies to pine, The loadstone's mistick use, so long conceal'd

And would (eclipsing all proud Rome esteem'd) In close allyance with the courser mine.

To northern eyes, like eastern mornings, show. “ And this, in sleepy vision, he was bid

From Paros isle, was brought the milkie white; To register in characters unknown; Which Heav'n will have from navigators bid,

From Sparta, came the green, which cheers the

From Araby, the blushing onychite, Till Saturne's walk be twenty circaits grown.

(view;

And from the Misnian hills, the deeper blew. " Por as religion (in the warın east bred)

The arched front did on vaste pillars fall; And arts (which next to it most needfull were) Where all harmonious instruments they spie From vices sprung from their corruption, fied;

Drawn out in bosse'; which from the astrigall And thence vouchsaf'd a cold plantation here;

To the lat frise, in apt resemblance lie. “So when they here again corrupted be,

Toss'd cymballs (which the sullen Jewes admir'd) (For man can even bis antidotes infect)

Were figur'd here, with all of ancient choice Heav'n's reserv'd world they in the west shall see; That joy did ere invent, or breath inspir'd,

To which this stone's hid vertue will direot. Or fying fingers, touch'd into a voice.

bow;

In statute o're the gate, God's fav'rite-king From thence breaks lov'ly forth, the world's first (The author of celestial praise) did stand ;

maid; His quire (that did his sonnets set and sing)

Her breast, Love's cradle, where Love quiet lies; In niches rang'd, attended either hand. Nought yet bad seen so foule, to grow afraid,

Nor gay, to make it cry with longing eyes. From these, old Greeks sweet musick did improve;

The solemn Dorian did in temples charm, And thence, from stupid sleep, her monarch steals ; The softer Lyslian sooth'd to bridal love,

She wonders, till so vain his wonder growes, And warlike Phrygian did to battel warm ! That it his feeble sov'raignty reveales;

Her beauty then, his manhood does depose. They enter now, and with glad rev'rence saw Glory, too solid great to taste of pride;

Deep into shades the painter leads them now; So sacred pleasant, as preserves an awe;

To hide their future deeds; then stormes does Though jealous priests, it neither praise nor hide.

raise

(grow

O're Heav'n's smooth face, because their life does Tapers and lamps are not admitted here;

Too black a story for the house of Praise. Those, but with shaddowes, give false beauty And this victorious glory can appear [grace; | A noble painted vision next appears : (waste: Unvayl'd before the Sun's meridian face:

Where all Heav'n's frowns in distant prospect Whose eastern lustre rashly enters now;

And nought remains, but a short showre of tears, Where it his own mean infancy displays;

Shed, by its pity, for revenges past. Where it does man's chief obligation show,

The world's one ship, from th old to a new world i In what does most adorn the house of Praise ;

bound; The great creation by bold pencils drawn;

Freighted with life (chief of uncertain trades !)

After five moons at drift, lies now a ground; Where a feign'd curtain does our eyes forbid, Till the Sun's parent, Light, first seems to dawn

Where her frail stowage, she in haste unlades. From quiet Chaos, which that curtain hid. On Persian Caucasus the eight descend ; Then this all-rev'renc'd Sun (God's hasty spark

And seem their trivial beings to deplore; Struck out of Chaos, when he first struck light) | Grier'd to begin this world in th'other's end; Flies to the sphears, where first he found all dark,

And to behold wrack'd nations on the shore, And kindled there th' unkindled lamps of night. Each humbled thus, his beasts led from aboard, Then motion, Nature's great preservative,

As fellow passengers, and heirs to breath; Tun'd order in this world, life's restless inn;

Joyut tennants to the world, he not their lord ; Gave tydes to seas, and caus'd stretch'd plants to

Such likeness have we in the glass of death.

[bin. Yet this humility begets their joy; (reys) Else plants but seeds, and seas but lakes had And taught, that Heav'n (which fully sin surBut this fourth fiat, warming what was made,

Was partial where it did not quite destroy ; (For light ne'r warm'd, till it did motion get)

So made the whole world's dirge their song of The picture fills the world with woody shade;

praise. To show how Nature thrives by inotion's heat. This first redemption to another led, Then to those woods the next quick fiat brings

Kinder in deeds, and nobler in effects; The feather'd kinde; where merrily they fed,

That but a few did respit from the dead, As if their hearts were lighter than their wings;

This all the dead, from second death protects. For yet no cage was fran'd, nor net was spred. And know, lost Nature! this resemblance was The same fifth voice does seas and rivers store;

Thy franke Redeemer, in ascension shown; Then into rivers brooks the painter powres,

When Hell he conquer'd ja thy desp’rate cause; And rivers into seas; which (rich before)

Hell, which before, man's common grave was Return their gifts, to both, exbald in show'rs.

grown. This voice (whose swift dispatch in all it wrought,

By pencils this was exquisitely wrought; Seems to denote the speaker was in haste,

Rounded in all the curious would behold; As if more worlds were framing in his thought)

Where life came out, and met the painter's Adds to this world one fiat, as the last.

thought;

[bold.

The force was tender, though the strokes were Then strait an universal herd appearss First gazing on each other in the shade;

The holy mourners, who this Lord of life Wondring with lerell's eyes, and lifted eares,

Ascending saw, did seem with him to rise; Then play, whilst yet their tyrant is unmade.

So well the painter drew their passions' strife,

To follow him with bodies, as with eyes.
And man, the painter now presents to view;
Haughty without, and busie still within ;

This was the chief which in this temple did,
Whom, when his furr'd and horned subjects knew,

By pencil's rhetorique, to praise perswade; Their sport is ended, and their fears begin.

Yet to the living here, compar'd, seems hid;

Who shine all painted glory into shade.
But here (to cure this tyrant's sullenness)
The painter has a new false curtain drawn,

Lord Astragon a purple mantic wore,
Where, beauty's hid creation to express;

Where Nature's story was in colours wrought; From thence, harmless as light, he makes it And though her ancient text seem'd dark before, dawno

'Tis in this pleasant comment clearly taught.

live;

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