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There too the armjes angelic devow'd
Seeined to at man had them devoured all, Their former rage, and all to Mercy bow'd, Whom to devour the beasts did make pretence ; Their broken weapons at her feet they gladly ut him their salvage thirst did nought appal, strow'd.
Though weapons none he bad for his defence :
What arms for innocence, but innocence? Bring, bring, ye Graces, all your silver flaskets,
For when they saw their Lord's bright cognizance Painted with every choicest flow'r that grows,
Shine in his face, soon did they disadvance,
And some unto him kneel, and some about him
dance. Let whatsve'er he treads on be a rose.”'
So down she let her eyelids fall, tu shine Down fell the lord!y lion's angry mood,
Upon the rivers of bright Palestine, (wine. And he himself foll down in congies low ;
Sornetime he kist the grass where he did go,
With fawning tongue he likt away the dust,
And every one would nearest to him thrust,
Unminilful of bimself, to mind his Lord,
As thongh between them they had made accord, Christ brought into the place of combat, the wil
And on the lion's back the goat did ride, derness, among the wild beasts, Mark i. 13. Forgetful of the roughness of the hisle. ver. 1. Described by his proper attribute, the
If he stood still, their eyes upon him ba'ted, merey of God, ver. 2, 3. ; whom the creatures If walkt, they all in order on bin wait:d, cannot but adore, ver. 4, 5. By his unity with and when he slept, they as his watch themselves the Godhead, ver. 6.
conceited. His proper place, ver. 7. The beanty of his body, Cant. v. 11. Psal. xlv. Wonder doth call me up to sce: O no, 2. Gen. xlix. 12. Cant. v. 10. and Isai, lij. 2.
I cannot see, and therefore siuk in wonder, ver. 8-13. By preparing himself to the com The man that shines as bright as God, not so, bat with his adversary, that seemed what he For God he is himself, that close lies under was not, ver. 14, 15. Some devout essence,
That man, so close, that no time can dissunder ver. 18-19. (Closely tempting bim to despair That band; yet not so close, but from him break of God's providence, and provide for himself) Such beams, 'as mortal eyes are all too weak ver. 20.
But was what he seemeth uot, Satan, Such sight to see, or it, if they should see, to speak. and would fain bave led bim, Ist, To desperation; charactered by his place, countenance, Upon a grassy billock he was laid, apparel, horrible apparitions, &c. ver. 21–30. With woody primroses befreckled": 23, To Presumption; charactered by her place, | Over his head the wanton shadows played attendants, &c. ver. 31 -- 36.; and by her Of a wild olive, that her boughs so spread, temptation, 37.; to rain glory, ver. 38. ;
As with her leaves she seem'd to crown his head, poetically described from the place where her And her green arms t'embrace the Prince of
Peace: court stood ; a garden, ver. 39-49.; from her court, and courtiers, ver. 50.; pleasure in The Sun so near, needs must the winter cease, drioking, ver. 51. ; in luxury, ver. 52. 2d, The Sun so near, another spring seem'd to increase. Avarice. ver. 53–55. 3d, Ambitious honour, His hair was black, and in small curls did twine, ver. 56.; from her throne, and from her
As though it were the shadow of some light, temptation, ver. 57–59. The effect of this
And underneath his face, as day, did shine; victory in Satan, ver. 60. ; the angels, ver. 61.;
But sure the day shined not half so bright, the creatures, ver. 62.
Nor the Sun's shadow made so dark a night,
L'nder his lovely locks her head to shroud,
Did make Humility herself grow proud: THERE, all alone, she spy'd, alas, the while !
Hither, to light their lamps, did all the Graces
crowd. In shady darkness, a poor desolate, That now had measur'd many a weary mile, One of ten thousand souls I am, and more, Through a waste desert, whither beav'nly fate, That of his eyes, and their sweet wounds, coinplain; And his own will, him brought : he praying sat, Sweet are the wounds of Love, never so sore, And him to prey, as he to pray began,
Ah, might be often slay me so again! The citizens of the wild forest ran, [man. He never lives, that thus is never slain. And all with open throat would swallow whole the What boots it watch? Those eyes, for all my art, Soon did the lady to her Graces cry,
Mine own eyes looking on, have stole my heart: And on their wings herself did nimbly strow.
In them Love bends his bow, and dips his burning
dart. After ber coach a thousand Loves did fly, So down into the wilderness they throw :
As when the Son, caught in an adrerse cloud, Where she, and all her train, that with her flow Flies cross the world, and there anew begets
Tborongh the ajry wave, with sails so gay, The watry picture of his beauty proud,
Sioking into his breast that weary lay, [away. Throws all abroad his sparkeling spanglets, Made shipwreck of themselves, and vanish'd quite and the whole world in dire amazement sets,
To see two days abroad at once, and all,
“ Ay me," quoth he, “how many years hare Doubt wliether now he rise, or now wisi fail :
been, So fam'd the godly desh, proud of his heav'nly Since these old eyes the Sun of Heav'n hare seen! thrall.
Certes the Son of Heav'n they now behold, I ween. His cheeks, as snowy apples sopt in wine, Had their red roses quencht with lilies white,
“ Ah! mote my humble cell so blessed he And like to garden strawberries did shine,
As tleav'n to welcome in bis lowly roof, Washt in a bowl of milk, or rose-buds bright,
And be the temple for thy deity ! Unbosoming their breasts against the light. (made 10, how my cottage worships thee aloof, Here love-sick souls did eat, there drank, and
That under ground bath hid his head, in proof Sweet smelling posies, that could never fade,
It doth adore thee wiih the cirling low, But worldly eyes him thought more like some living the boughs a bed of leares upon thee shall bestow.
Here hovey, milk, and chesnuts, wild do grow, shade. For laughter never look'd upon his brow,
“ But oh!” he said, and therewith sigh'd full deep, Though in his face all smiling joys did bide: “ 'The Heav'ns alas ! too envious are grown, No silken banners did about him flow,
Because our fields thy presence from them keep; Pools made their fetters ensigns of their pride: For stones do grow where corn was lately sown :" He was best cloth'd when naked was his side. (So stooping down, he gather'd up a stone)
A Lamb he was, and woollen fleece he bore, “But thou with corn canst make this stone to ear.
Wove with one tbread, his feet low sandals wore : What needen we the angry Heav'ns to fear? But bared were his legs, so weni the times of yore. Let thein envy us still, so we enjoy thee here." As two white marble pillars that uphold God's holy place where he in glory sets,
Thus on they wandred; but these holy weeds And rise with goodly grace and courage bold,
A monstrous serpent, and no man, did cover. To bear his temple on their ample jets,
So under greenest herbs the adder feeds; Vein'd every where with azure rivalets,
And round about that stinking corps did hover Whom all the people, on some holy morn,
The dismal prince of gloomy night, and over With boughs and flowry garlands do adorn:
His ever-damned bead the shadows err'd Of such, though fairer far, this temple was upborne. | And all the tyrant fcars, and all the tyrant fear'd.
Of thousand peccant ghosts, unseen, unheard, Twice had Diana bent her golden bow, And shot from Heav'n her silver shafts, to rouse He was the son of blackest Acheron, The sluggish salvages, that den below,
Where many frozen souls do chatt'ring lie, And all the day in lazy covert drouse,
And ruld the burning waves of Phlegethon, Since him the silent wilderness did house :
Where many more in Naming sulphur fry. The Heav'n bis roof, and arbour barbour was, At once coinpellid to live, and forc'd to die,
The ground his bed, and bis moist pillow grass: Where nothing can be heard for the lond cry But fruit there aone did grow, nor rivers none did Of “Oh!” and “Ah!” and “Out, alas ! that I pass.
Or once again might live, or once at length might At length an agerl sire far off he saw
die !" Come slowly footing, every step he guest One of his feet be from the grave did draw.
Ere long they came near to a baleful bower,
Much like the mouth of that infernal cave,
That gaping stood all comers to devour,
Dark, doleful, dreary, like a greedy grave,
That still for carrion carcases doth crave.
The ground no herbs, but venomous, did bear,
Nor ragged trees did leave; but every where A good old hermit he might seem to be,
Dead bones and skulls were cast, and bodies hanged That for devotion had the world forsaken,
were. And now was travelling soune saint to see, Since to his beads he had hiinself betaken,
l'pon the roof the bird of sorrow sat, Where all his former sins he misht awaken, Elouging joyful day with her sad note,
And tliem might wash away with dropping brine, and through the shady air the fluitering bat
And alms, and fasts, and church's discipline; Did wave her leather sails, and blindly foat, And dead, might rest lois bones under the boly While with her wings the fatal screech owl smote shrine.
Th' unblessed house: there on a craggy stone But when he nearer came, he lowted low
Celeno hung, and made his direful moan, With prone obeisance, and with curtsey kind, And all about the murdered ghosts did snriek and That at his feet his head he seem'd to throw :
groan. What needs him now another sajut to find ?
Like cloudy moonshine in some shadowy grove, Affections are the sails, and faith the wind, That to this Saint a thousand souls convey
Such was the light in which Despair did dwell; Each hour: O happy pilgrins, thither stray!
But he himself with night for darkness strore. What caren they for beasts, or for tlie weary way
His black uncombed locks dishevell’d fell ?
About his face; through which, as brands of Hell, Soon the old palmer his devotions sung,
Sunk in his skull, bis staring eyes did glow, Like pleasing anthems modelled in time;
'That made him deadly look, their glimpse did For well that aged sire could tip his tongue
show With colden foil of eloquence, and line,
Like cockatrice's eyes, that sparks of poison throc. And lick his rugged speech with phrases prime.
His clothes were ragged clouts, with thorns piun'd | Her tent with sunny clouds was ciel'd aloft,
That Heav'n itself to her it seemed oft,
Heav'n without clouds to her deluded sight; Skips to the brain, and phansies to the sight Bul clouis wibouten Heav'n it was aright: Some winged fury, straight the hasty fuul,
And as her house was built, so did her brain Eager to tv, cannot pluck up his root:
Build castles in the air, with idle pain, The voice dies in the tongue, and mouth gapes But heart she never bad in all her body vain. without boot.
Like as a ship, in which no balance lies, Now he would dream that he from Heaven fell, Without a pilot on the sleeping waves, And then would snatch the air, afraid to fall; Fairly along with wind and water flies, And now he thought he sinking was to Hell, And painted masts with silken sails embraves, And then would grasp the earth, and now his stall That Neptune's self the bragging vessel saves, Hiin seemed Hell, and then he out would craul : To laugh a while at her so proud array ;
And ever, as he crept, would squint aside, Her waving streamers loosely she lets play,
Lest hiin, perhaps, some fury had espied, And Aagging colours shine as bright as smiling day: And then, alas! he should in chains for ever bide.
But all so soon as Heav'n bis brous doth bend, Therefore he softly shrunk, and stole away, Sbe veils her banners, and pulls in her beams, He ever durst to draw his breath for fear,
The empty bark tlie raging billows send
Up to thi Olympic waves, and Argus seems
Right so Presumption did herself behave,
Tossed about with every stormy wave,
(brave. Out fain he would have leapt abroad, but then And in white lawn she went, most like an angel The Heav'n, as Hell, he fear'd, that punish guilty
Gently our Saviour she began to shrive,
Whether he were the Son of God, or no; Within the gloomy hole of this palc wight For any other she disdain'd to wife: The serpent woo'd him with bis charms to inn, And if he were, she bid him fearless throw There he migbt bait the day, and rest the night: Himself to ground, and therewithal did show But under tbat same bait a fearful grin
A flight of little angels, that did wait Was ready to entangle him in sin,
Upon their glittering wings, to latch him straight; But he upon ambrosia daily fed,
And longed on their backs to feel his glorious That grew in Eden, thus be answered :
weight. So both away were caught, and to the temple fied.
But when she saw her specch prevailed noughty Well knew our Saviour this the serpent was, Herself she tumbled headlong to the floor : And the old serpent knew our Saviour well; But him the angels on their feathers caught, Never did any this in falsehood pass,
And to an airy mountain nimbly bore, Never did any him in truth excell:
Whose snowy shoulders, like some chalky shore, With him we fy to Heav'n, from Heav'n we fell Restless Olympus seem'd to rest upon
With him: but now they both together met With all his swimming globes: so, both are gone, Upon the sacred pinnacles, that threat,
The Dragon with the Lamb. Ah, unmeet paragon! With their aspiring tops, Astræa's starry seat.
All suddenly the bill his snow devours, Here did Presumption her pavilion spread In lieu whereof a good!y garden grew, Over the temple, the bright stars among,
As if the snow had melted into flow'rs, (Ah, that her foot should trample on the head Which their sweet breath in subtie rapours threw : Of that most reverend place !) and a lewd throng That all about perfumed spirits flew. Of wanton boys sung ber a pleasant song
For whatsoever might aggrate the sense, Of love, long life, of mercy, and of grace, In all the world, or please the appetence, And every one her dearly did embrace,
Here it was poured out in lavish alluence. And she herself enamour'd was of her own face.
Not lovely Ida might with this compare, A painted face, belied with vermeyl store,
Thongh many streams his banks besilvered, Which light Euëlpis every day did trim,
Though Xanthus with his golden sands he bare : That in one hand a gilded anchor wore,
Nor Hybla, though his thyme depastured, Not fixed on the rock, but on the brim
As fast again with honey blossomed : Of the wide air, she let it loosely swim!
No Phodope, no Tempe's flow'ry plain : Her other hand a sprinkle carried,
Adonis' garden was to this but vain, And ever when her lady warered,
Though Plato on bis Leds a food of praise did rain. Court holy-water all upon her sprinkled.
For in all these some one thing most did grow, Poor fool! she thought herself in wondrous prioe
But in this one grew all things else beside ;
For sweet Variety herself did throw
To every bank, here all the ground she dide
In lily white, there pinh thiszed white, But him she, like some ghastly fien'i, did fear.
And damask all the earth ; ant bere she shed And therefore as that wretch hew'd out his cell
Blue violets, and there came roses red : Under the bowels, in the heart of Hell, [dwell
. And every sight the yielding sense as captive led. So she above the Moon, amid the stars, would
The garden like a lady fair was cut,
Through this false Eden, to bis leman's bow'r, That lay as if she slumber'd in delight,
(Whom thousand souls devoutly idolize) And to i he open skies her eyes did shut;
Our first destroyer led our Saviour, The azure Belds of Heav'u were 'sembled right There in the lorer room, in solemn wise, In a large round, set with the flow'rs of light: They danc'd a round, and pour'd their sacrifice
The flow'rs-de-luce, an the round sparks of dew, To plump Lyæus, and among the rest,
That hung upon their azure leaves, did show 'The jolly priest, in ivy garlands drest, Like twinkling stars, that sparkle in the evening Chanted wild orgjals, in honour of the feast. blue.
Others within their arbours swilling sat, Upon a billy bank her head she cast,
(Por all the room about was arboured) on which the bower of Vain-delight was built. With laughing Bacchus, that was grown so fat, White and red roses for her face were plac't, That stand he could not, but was carried, And for her tresses marigolds were spilt :
And every evening freshly watered,
Till in the occan the glad dav were drown'd: Small cocks bruke through the wall, and sallied
out And with green fillets in their pretty cauls them Flaggons of wine, to set on fire that spuing rout. bound.
This their inhumed souls esteem'd their wealths, What should I here depaint her lily hand, To crown the bonsing can from day to night, Her veins of violets, her ermine breast,
And siek to drink themselves with drinking healths, Which there in orient colours living stand: Some vomiting, all drunken with delight, Or how her gown with silken leaves is drest, Hence to a loft, carv'd all in ivory white, Or how her watchman, arm'd with boughy cret, They came, where whiter ladies naked went, A wall of prim hid in his bushes bears,
Melted in pleasure and soft languishment, Shaking at every wind their leavy spears, And souk in beds of roses, amorous glances sent. While she supinely sleeps ne to be waked fears?
Fly, fiy, thou holy Child, that wanton room, Over the hedge depends the graping elm,
And thou, my chasier Muse, those harlots shun, Whose greener head, empurpuled in wine,
And with him to a bigher story come, Seemed to wonder at his bloody helm,
Where mounts of gold and floods of silver run, And half suspect the bunches of the vine,
The while the owners, with their wealth undone, Lest they, perhaps, his wit should undermine, Starre in their store, and in their plenty pine,
For well he knew such fruit he never bore : Tumbling themselves upon their heaps of mine, But her weak arms embraced him the more,
Glutting their famish'd souls with the deceitful And her with ruby grapes laugh'd at her paramour.
shine. Under the shadow of these drunken elms
Ah! who was he such precious berils found ?
How strongly Nature did her treasures hide, A fountain rose, where Pan loretta uses
And threw upon them mountains of thick ground, (When her some food of fancy overwhelms,
To dark their ory lustre! but quaint Pride And one of all her favourites she chooses)
Hath taught her sons to wound their mother's side, To bathe besself, whom she in lust abuses,
Ard gage the depth, to search for faring shells, And from his wanton boily sucks his soul, Which, drowu'd in pleasure in that shallow'lowl,
In whose bright bosom spumny Bacchus swells, And swimming in delight, duth amorously roll.
That neither Heaven por Earth henceforth in safety
dwells. The font of silver was, and so his showers
O sacred lager of the greely eye, In silver fell, only the gilded bowls
Whose need hath end, but no end covetise, (Like to a furnace, that the min'ral powers)
Empty in fuln«ss, rich in poverty, Seem'd to have mol't it in their shining holes :
That baving all things, nothing can suffice, And on the water, like to burning coals,
How thou befansiest the men inost wise ! On liquid silver leaves of roses lay:
The poor inan would be rich, the rich man great, But when Panglory bere diri list to play,
The great man king, the king in God's own seat Rose-water then it ran, and ini!k it raiu'd, they si y. l Enthron d, with nortal arm dares flames, and The roof thick clouds did paint, from which three thunder threat. boys
Therefore above the rest Ambition sate, Three gaping mermaids with their ewers did feed, His court with glitterant pearl was all-inwallid, Whose breasts let fall ihe strears, with sleepy noise, and round about be wall, io chairs of state, To lions' mouths, from whence it leapt with speed, And most majestic splendour, were installid And in the rosy laver seem'd to bleed,
A hundred kings, whose temples were impallid The naked boys unto the water's fall,
In golden diadems, set here and there Their stony nightingales had taught to call, With diamonds, and gemmed every where, When Zephyr breath'd into their wat'ry interail. And of their golden virges noce disceptred were. And all about, embayed in soft sleep,
High over all, Panglory's blazing throne, A herd of charmeri beasts a-ground were spread, In her bright turret, all of crystal wrought, Which the fair witch in golden chains did keep, Like Phobus' lamp, in midst of Heaven, shone : And them in willing bondage fettered :
Whose starry top, with price infernal franght, Once men they liv’d, but now the men were dead, Self-arching columrs to uphold were taught :
And tura'd to beasts, so fabled Homer old, lo which her image still reflected was
That Circe with her potion, chari'd in gold, By the smooth crystal, that, most like her glass, Us'd manly soula ia beasily bodies to immould. lo beauty and in frailty did all others pass.
A silver wand the sorceress did sway,
So with her sire to Hell she took her fight, And, for a crown of gold, her hair she wore; (The starting air few from the damned spright) Only a garland of rose-buds did play
Where deeply both aggriev'd, plunged themselves About her locks, and in her hand she bore
in night. A hollow globe of glass, that long before She full of emptiness had bladdered,
But to their Lord, now musing in his thought, And all the world therein depictured :
A heavenly volley of light angels flew, Whose colours, like the rainbow, ever vanished.
And from his Father him a banquet brought,
Through the fine element; for well they knew, Such watry orbicles young boys do blow
After his Lenten fast, be hungry grew : Out from their soapy shells, and much admire And, as he fed, the holy quires combine The swimming world, which tenderly they row To sing a hymna of the celestial Trine; With easy breath till it be waved higher:
All thought to pass, and each was past all thought But if they chance but roughly once aspire,
divine. The painted bubble instantly doth fall. Here when she came, she 'gan for music call,
The birds sweet notrs, to sonnet out their joys, And sung this wooing song, to welcome him withal : And to the birds the winds attune their noise ;
Attempèrd to the lays angelical ; “ Love is the blossom where there blows And to the winds the waters hoarsely call, Every thing that lives or grows :
And echo back again revoiced all; Love doth make the Heav'ns to move,
That the whole valley rung with victory. And the San doth burn in love:
But now our Lord to rest doth homewards fly: Love the strong and weak doth yoke,
See how the night comes stealing from the mounAnd makes the ivy climb the oak ;
CHRIST'S TRIUMPII OVER DEATH.
Christ's triumph over death on the cross, exSweet birds, for love, that sing and play:
pressed, 1st, In general by his joy to undergo And of all love's joyful flame,
it ; singing before he went to the garden, ver. 1, I the bud and blossom am.
2, 3. Mat. 26. 30; by his grief in the underOnly bend thy knee to me,
going it, ver. 4 -6.; by the obscure fables of Thy wooing shall thy winning be.
the Gentiles typing it, ver. 7, 8.; by the cause
of it in him, his love, ver. 9.; by the effect it “ See, see the lowers that below,
should have in us, ver. 10- 12., by the instruNow as fresh as morning blow,
ment, the cursed tree, ver. 15. 2d, Expressed And of all, the virgin rose,
in particular ; 1st, by his fore - passion in the That as bright Aurora shows :
garden, ver. 14--25.; by his passion itself, How they all unleaved die,
amplified, ist, From the general causes, ver. Losing their virginity;
26, 27. ; parts, and effects of it, ver. 28, 29. Like unto a summer-shade,
2d, Proin the particular causes, ver. 30, 31. ; But now born, and now they fade.
parts, and effects of it in Heaven, ver. 3256; Every thing doth pass away,
in the heavenly spirits, ver. 37; in the creatures There is danger in delay :
subcelestial, ver. 38; in the wicked Jews, ver. Come, come gather then the rose,
39; in Judas, ver. 40-51; in the blessed Gather it, or it you lose.
saints, Joseph, &c. ver. 52-67.
So Jown the silver streams of Eridan,
On either side bank't with a lily wall, Is gladly bruis'd to make me wine,
Whiter than both, rides the triumphant swan, While ten thousand kings, as proud,
And sings his dirge, and prophecies his fall, To carry up my train have bow'd,
Diving into his watry funeral! . And a world of ladies send me
But Eridan to Cedron must submit In my chambers to attend me.
His flowery shore; nor can he envy it, All the stars in Heav'n that shine,
If, when Apollo sings, his swans do silent sit. And ten thousand more, are mine : Only bend thy knee to me,
That heav'nly voice I more delight to hear,
Than gentle airs to breathe, or swelling waves Thy wooing shall thy winning be.”
Against the sounding rocks their bosoms tear, Thus sought the dire enchauntress in his mind Or whistling reeds, that rutty Jordan laves, Her guileful hait to bave embosoined:
And with their verdure his wbite head embraves, But he her charms dispersed into wind,
To chide the winds, or hiving bees, that Ay And her of insolence admonished,
About the laughing blossoms of sallowy, And all her optic glasses shattered
Rocking asleep the idle grooins that lazy ly.