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But yet what I admir'd, not strange doth seeme,

When as I heare (0 Heavens should such bave

That there be men (if men we may esteeme

Trunkes that are void of soules, soules void of faith,) THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IV DGEMENT.

Who all this world the worke of fortune deeme,
Not hoping mercy, nor yet fearing wrath,
There is no God, fooles in their hearts doe say,
Yet make their hearts their gods, and them obey.



The stately Heavens which glory doth array, THE ARGUMENT.

Are mirrours of God's admirable might; (the day, God by his workes demonstratively provid;

There, whence forth spreads the night, forth springs

He fix'd the fountaines of this temporall light, His providence (impugning Atheisme) urg'd; The divels from Heaven, from Eden man removid; All sparks of his great power (though small yet

Where stately stars enstall’d, some stand, some stray, Of guilty guests the world by water purg'd; Who never sinn'd to dye for sinne behov'd;

bright.) Those who him scourg'd in God's great wrath are

By what none utter can, no, not conceive, scourg'd;

All of his greatnesse, shadowes may perceive.

(past, Some temporali plagues and fearefull judgements What glorious ligkts through christall lanternes Are cited here as figures of the last.

(As alwaies burning with their Maker's love)

Spheares keepe one musicke, they one measure Trou, of whose power(not reach'd

by reason’sheight) And all by order led, not drawne by chance,

Like influence below, like course above, [dance, The sea a drop, we th' earth a mote may call: And for whose trophees, stately to the sight,

With majestie (as still in triumph) move. The azure arke was rear'd (although too small)

And (liberall of their store) seeme shouting thus; And from the lampe of whose most glorious light

“ Looke up all soules, and gaze on God through us." The Sun (a sparke) weake, for weake eyes did fall, Breath thou a heavenly fury in my brest: This pond'rousmasse (though oft deform'd) still faire, I sing the sabbath of eternall rest.

Great in our sight, yet then a starre more small,

Is ballanc'd (as a mote) amid'st the agre; Though every where discern'd, no where confin'd, None knowes what way, yet to no side doth fall, O thou, whose feet the clouds (as dust) afford, And yearely springs, growes ripe, fades, falles, rich, Whose royce the thunder, and whose breath the

bare, winde,

[thy word, Men's mother first, still mistresse, yet their thrall. Whose foot-stoole th’ Earth, seate Heaven, works of

It centers Heavens, Heavens compasse it, both be Guards, hosts of angels moving by thy minde, Bookes where God's pow'r the ignorant may see. Whose weapons, famine, tempest, pest, and sword; My cloudy knowledge by thy wisdome cleare, And by my weakenesse make thy power appeare.

What ebbes, flowes, swels, and sinks, who firme doth


Whil'st flouds from th' earth burst in abundance out, Loe, ravish'd (Lord) with pleasure of thy love,

As she her brood did wash, or for them weepe: I feele my soule enflam'd with sacred fires, Thy judgements, and thy mercies, whil'st I move,

Who(having life)what dead things prove,dare doubt;

Who first did found the dungeons of the deepe? To celebrate, my Muse with zeale aspires; Lord, by thy helpe this enterprise approve,

But one in all, ore all, above, about:

The fouds for our delight, first calme were set, That successe so may second my desires, Make Sathan's race to tremble at my lines,

But storme and roare, since men did God forget. And thine rejoyce while as thy glory shines.

Who parts the swelling spouts that sift the raine? Ye blinded soules, who even in frailty trust,

Who reines the winds, the waters doth empale? By moment's pleasures earning endlesse paine,

Whofrownes in stormes, then smiles in calmes againe, Whil'st charg‘d with heavy chaines, vileslaves to lust, And doth dispense the treasures of the haile?" Of earth, and earthly, till en-earth'd againe;

Whose bow doth bended in the clouds remaine? Heare, hold, and weigh my words, for once ye inust

Whose darts (dread thunder-bolts) make men look The strange effects of what I tell sustaine :

pale? i goe to sing (or thunder) in your eares,

Even thus these things to show his power aspire, A Heaven of comfort, or a Hell of feares.

As shadowes doe the Sunne, as smoke doth fire. All my transported thoughts at randome flye, God visibly invisible who raignes, And where to fixe, no solid ground can finde, Soule of all soules, whose light each light directs, Whil'st silent wondring makes a setled eye, All first did freely make, and still maintaines, What hugeamazement hath o'rewhelm'd my minde? The greatest rules, the meanest not neglects; How some dare scorne (as if a fabulous lye) Fore-kpowes the end of all that he ordaines, That they should rise whom death to dust doth binde, His will cach cause, each cause breeds fit effects, And like to beasts, a beastly life they leade, Who did make all, all thus could onely leade, Who nought attend save death when they are dead. None could make all, but who was never made.

Vile dogge, who wouldst the ground of truth ore- That when th’Earth is his prospect from the skies, throw,

As men on beasts, on men he casts his eyes.
Thy selfe to marke thy darkened judgement leade.
For (if thy selfe) thou must thy Maker know,

No, high in Heaven from whence he bindes,and frees, Who all thy members providently made,

He in voluptuous ease not wallowing lyes; Thy feet tread th' earth (to be contemn'a) laid low, What was, what is, what shall be, all he sees, To looke on Heaven exalted was thy head.

Weighs every worke, each beart in secret tryes, That therethou might'st the stately mansion see, [be. Doth all record, then daily by degrees From whence thou art, where thou should'st seeke to Gives, or abstracts his grace, cause, end, both spies.

His contemplation farre transcends our reach, The world in soules, God's image cleare may see,

Yet what fits us to know, his word doth teach. Though mirrours brus’d when falne, sparks dim'd Then to confirme what was affirm'd before, far flowne,

That no God is, or God doth not regard, They in strict bounds, strict bonds, kept captive be, Who doe blaspheme (say fooles) or who adore, Yet walke ore all this all, and know not known;

This oft due vengeance wants, and that reward, Yea soare to Heaven, as from their burden free,

Then godly men the wicked prosper more, And there see things which cannot well be showne. Who seeme at freedome, and the others snar'd. None can conceive, all must admire his might, Of whom each atome gives so great a light.

Sach(as they thinke)feele paine,and dreame but joy,

Whil'st they what can be wish'd, doe all enjoy. When troubled conscience reads accusing scroules, The Sunne in all like comfort doth infuse, Which witness'd are even by the breast's own brood; The raine to all by equall portions parts, O what a terrour wounds remording soules, Heaven's treasures all alike both have, and use, Who poyson finde what seem'd a pleasant food! Which God to all (as lov'd alike) imparts; A secret pow'r their wand'ring thoughts controules, Each ininde's free state like passions doe abuse, And (damning evill) an author proves of good. Each burd'nous body by like sicknesse smarts. Thus here some mindes a map of Hell doe lend, Thus all alive alike all fortunes try, To show what horrours damped soules attend. And as the bad, even so the best doe dye. To grant a God, the Divel may make men wise,

O men most simple, and yet more then mad, Whose apparitions atheists must upbraid,

Whose foolish hearts sinne wholy hath subdu'd, Who borrowing bodies, doth himselfe disguise,

Whil'st good men now are griev'd, thougb you be glad, Lest some his uglinesse might make afraid :

They weake, (yet pure) you strong, (yet stain'd, and Yet oft in monstrous formes doth roaring rise,

Huge are the oddes betwixt the best and bad [lewd) Till even (as charm'd) the charmer stands dismaid.

Which darkely here, hence shall be cleerely view'd. He bellowing forth abhominable lyes,

When of God's wrath the winde sifts soules at last, Bloud in his mouth, and terrour in his eyes.

They shall abide, you vanish at a blast. Who saves the world lest that it ruin'd be

God's benefits though like to both design'd, By him whose thoughts (as arrowes) ayme at ill,

Whil'st judgement doth upon weake sight depend, Save one that rules the world by his decree;

Yet th' inward eyes a mighty difference finde, Who makes his power not equall with his will?

To ballance them whil'st spirituall thoughts ascend, Of which (pot left to plague at pleasure free)

The gift is one, but not the giver's minde, He (forc'd) affords a testimony still.

The use is one, but not the user's end. From every thing thus springs to God some praise, Those take themselves to please, they him to praise.

God so would clogge the one, the other raise, Men, angels, divels, all must his glory raise.

The godly ill, the wicked good may have, Though trusting more, yet some transgresse as much And both may be whilst here, pleas’d, or annoy'd: As those who unto God draw never neare: For what the first not see, the last not touch,

But as they are, all make what they receive,

Not real of it selfe, but as imploy'd; Thones' eyes are blinde, the others' are not cleare: Those temporall treasures monuments doe leave, Their mindes (false mirrours) frame a god, for such As waters straight things crooked make appeare.

As by a blessing, or a curse convoy'd. Their faith is never firme, their love not bright,

But this is sure, what ever God doth send, As ankers without holds, fires without light.

To good men's good, to evill men's ill doth tend.

God, soules to cure, doth divers balmes apply, Their judgements fond, by frailty all confinde, Wbil'st his intent the successe stili doth crowne ; Whose sonle (as water) vanity devoures ;

Some are press'd downe, lest they should swell too Doe faine in God what in themselves they finde,


(downe: And by their weaknesse judge the pow'r of pow'rs; Some are rais'd high, lest that they should sinke Then (the unbounded bounding by their minde) Some must have wealth, their charity to try, Would staine Heaven's garden with terrestriall Some poverty, their patience to renowne. “Men still imagine others as they are, [Aowres. “ He who made all, knowes all, and as they neede And measure all things by corruption's square." Not as they wish, makes things with his succeed."; They thinke that God soft pleasure doth affect, Since worldly things, God makes both sorts possesse, And jocund, lofty, lull'd in ease, as great,

Whose use in them a gratefulnesse should move: Doth scorne, contemne, or at the least neglect Let us seeke greater things (though seeming lesse), Man's fiekle, abject, and laborious state,

Which for one sort doe onely proper prove, That he disdaines to guerdon, or correct

That heavenly grace,whose power none can expresse, Man's good or euill, as free from love, or hate. Whose fruits are vertue, zeale, faith, hope, and love.


" The godly may the wicked's treasures gaine, Let not the godly men affliction feare, But theirs the wicked never can attaine."

God wrestle may with some, but none orethroves,

Who gives the burden, gives the strength to beare; Ah, why should soules for senselesse riches care! And best reward the greatest service owes, They mercy neede, it is a way to wrath :

Those who would reape, they at the first must eare ; The first man he was made, the rest borne bare; God's love, his faith, a good man's trouble showes. Those floting treasures come, and goe with breath. “ Those whom God tryes, he gives them power to Not mortals' goods, no, mortalls' evils they are,

stand, Which (since but dead) can nothing give save death. He lacob toss'd, and help'd, both by one hand." Their seed base eare, their fruit is torturing paine, A losse when found, oft lost, the looser's gaine.

Loe, since first chusd ere made, much more ere

Th'elected are not lost when as the stray, (prov'd, The greatest good that by such wealth is sought,

And let none aske wbat so to doe God mov'd: Are dattering pleasures, which (whilst fawning) His will his word, his word our will should sway; stayne,

He hated Esau, and he lacob lov'd, A smoke, a shadow, froth, a dreame, a thought,

Hath not the potter power to use the clay? Light, sliding, fraile, abusing, fond, all vame;

And though his vesselscould, why should they plead, Which (whil'st they last, but showes) to end soon

If to dishonour, or to honour made? Of bravest thougbts, the liberty restraine. [brought, As of Heaven's beauties, clouds would make us doubt, Through mists of mindes, the sprite peeps faintly out. Some dare tempt God, presutning of his grace,

And proudly sinne, (as sav'd assur'd to be) That king (of men admir'd, of God belov’d,) Nor care not much what course they doe imbrace, Whom such none did preceede, nor yet succeede, Since nought (they say) can change God's first deWho wisedome's minion, virtue's patterne prov'd,

[trace: Did show what heighth of blisse this Earth could No, none findes Heaven, but heavenly wayes must breed,

The badge the bearer showes, the fruits the tree. Whose minde and fortune in like measure mov'd, Who doubt, doe good, as those who would deserve, Whil'st wealth and wit striv'd which should most Wbo trust, be thankefull, both God better serve.

exceed, Even he was cross'd alive, and scorn'd when dead, with gifts fit for their state, all are endu'd; By too much happinesse, unhappy made.

Grace mercy still, wrath justice doth convoy ; Her store, franke Nature prodigally spent,

God cleares their sight of whom he will be view'd, To make that prince more than a prince esteem'd,

And blindes them here, whom hence he will destroy; Whilst Art to emulate her mistresse bent, (seem a, Those whom he did elect, them he renew'd, [joy: Though borrowing strength from her, yet stronger Such live like beasts, but worse (when dead) re

Those whom he leaves, they sinne, and sinne with He nothing lack’d, which might a minde content, What once he wish'd, or but to wish was deem'd.


(paine: For, thoughts of thousands rested on his will,

Beasts dead, lose sense, death gives them sense with “ Great fortunes finde obsequious followers still.” With God the Father, he who did conferre,

This froward race that to confusion runnes, And of the sonne plac'd for a figure stood,

Through selfe-presumption, or distrust of God, He to God's law did his vilę lust preferre,

Shall once disgorge the surfet of their sinnes, His lust as boundlesse as a raging floud;

Whilst what seems light, then proves a burd'nous Who would have thought he could so grosly erre,


With them in judgement once when God beginnes Even to serve idols, scorne a God so good ?

To beat, to bruise them with an iron rod : “ The strong in faith (when destitute of grace)

“ Whilst aiery pleasures, leaden anguish bring, Like men disarm’d, fall faintly from their place,"

Exhausted honey leaves a bitter sting.”
God's way cannot be found, his course not knowne,
As hearts he did enlarge, or else restraine,

Yet wicked men, whom foule affections blinde, Some were made saints, who saints had once ore

Dare say (O now that Heaven not brimstone raynes!) throwne,

Let us alive have what contents the minde, Some once thought holy, turn'd to be prophane,

And dread (when dead) threats of imagin'd paines; To mocke meu's judgement, justifie his owne,

The debt we sweet, the interest easie finde, Whil'st God by both did magnifi'd remaine.

At least the payment long deferr'd remaines : Let none presume, nor yet all hope despise;

Whoshadowes feare whilst they the substance keepe, When standing, feare, when falne, still strive to rise. But start at dreames, when they securely sleepe. Through Hell to Heaven since our Redeemer past, Thinke that all pleasure purchas'd is with paine, Ah, filthy wretch, more high thy fancies lift, Though the first death, none shall the second taste, (That doth encroach which thou would'st thus delay) Who are with God eternally to raigne;

Then eagle, arrow, shippe, or winde, more swift, Chus'd, call'd, made holy, just and glorious last, (Match'd onely by it selfe) time posts away, "Twixt Heaven and Earth they have a spirituall Straight of all soules, God shall the secrets sift, chaine,

And private thoughts, with publike shouts display, Whose fastening faith, whose linkes are all of love, Then when time's glasse (not to be turn'd) is runne, Through clouds by God's own hand stretch'd from Their griefe still growes, whose joyes were scarce above.


Whilist rais'd in haste, when soules from him rebell, When them he view'd, whose power nought can exBy inundations of impetuous sinne,

presse, The flouds of God's deep indignation swell, To whose least nod the greatest things are thrall, Till torment's torrents furiously come in,

Although his word, bis looke, his thought, or lesse, Dampation's mirrours, models of the Hell,

Might them have made dust, ayre, or what more To show what hence not ends, may here beginne.

small, Then let me sing some of God's judgements past, Yet he (their pride though purpos'd to represse) That who them heare, may tremble at the last. Grac'd by a blow, disdain'd to let them fall,

But them reserv'd for more opprobridus stripes, That glorious angell bearer of the light,

As first of sinne, still of his judgement types.
The morning's eye, the messenger of day,
Of all the bands above esteer'd most bright,

Those scorned rivals, God would judge, not fight, (As is amongst the rest the inonth of May) He whom those gifts should humbled have of right, and then themselves none else, more fit could finde,

Brands for his rage, (whil'st flaming at the height) Did (swolne with pride) from him who gave them And sought (a traitour) to usurpe his seate, (stray, To cleare their knowledge it with terrour shind; Yea worse (if worse may be) did prove ingrate.

Whose guilty weakenesse match'd with his pure

Did at an instant vanish like a winde. [might, Their starry tailes the pompous peacocks spreade,

" Their conscience fir'd, who doe from God rebell, As of all birds the basenesse thus to prove,

Hell first is plac'd in them, then they in Hell.” So Lucifer who did Hell's legions leade, Was with himselfe preposterously in love ; That damned crue, God having spy'd a space, But better angels, scorning such a head,

First, lightning lookes, then thundred forth those No flattering hope to leave their Lord could move.

words, " Those who grow proud, presuming of their state, “ Baites for my wrath, that have abus'd my grace, They others doe contemne, them others hate.”

As once of light, of darkenesse now be lords, 'The Divell to all an easie way affords,

Where order is, since forfeiting your place, That strife which, one devis’d, all did conclude,

Passe where confusion every thing affords. Their armour malice, blasphemy their swords,

Apd use your spight to pine, and to be pin'd, Darts sharp'd by envy, onely aym'd at good:

Not angels, no, doe evils as divels design'd.” They when they met, did need to use no words, The thoughts of others, who soone understood. If we great things with small things may compare, By bodies grosse when they no hindrance have, Or with their Maker, things that have been made, Pure sprites (at freedome) all things may conceive. Marke when the falcon fierce soares through the ayre,

The little feathered flockes fall downe as dead; As where uncleannesse is, the ravens repaire,

As darkenesse flyes, Heaven (like a bride) lookes The spotted band swarm'd where he spu'd his gall,

faire, Who fondly durst with God (foule foole) compare, When Phæbus forth doth fiery coursers leade, And his apostasie applauded all;

Like some bride-groome bent for his wedding place, Then to usurpe Heaven's throne did bend their care,

Or like a mighty man to runne his race.
So hasting on the horrour of their fall, [strayes)
Whose trayterous head made (like a whore that
His flaming beauties prodigall of rayes.

Even so as lightning (Alashing from the sky)

Doth dye as it desceuds, scarce seen when gone, Whilst vainely puft up with preposterous aymes,

More fast then follow could a thought, or eye, He even from God his treasure striv'd to steale,

Heaven's banish'd rebels fell downe every one; The angels good (those not deserving names) Then abject runnagates over all did flye, With sacred ardour, boldly did appeale; [íames, As seeking deserts where to howle and moane. Their eyes shot lightning, and their breath smok'd what a deadly storme did then begin, As ravish'd with God's love, burnt up with zeale.

When Heaven rain'd divels to drown the world with All lifted up their Aight, their voyce, their hands,

sin! Then sang God's praise, rebuk'd rebellious bands.

That forge of fraud, evils centre, spheare of pride, This mutiny a monstrous tumult bred,

From blisse above, whbin God's owne breath had The place of peace all plenish'd thus with armes;

blowne; Bright Michael forth a glorious squadron led, He, who his strength in Heaven in vaine had try'd, Which forc'd the fiends to apprehend their harmes, (As dogs bite stones for him who hath them throwne) The lights of Heaven look'd pale, clouds (thundring) Did hunt God's image, when in Adam spy'd, sbed,

And (grudging at his state) despis'd his owne: Winds (roaring trumpets) bellow'd loud alarmes :

It never ended yet, which then began,
Thinke what was fain'd to be Phlegra bounds,

His hate to God, bis envy unto man.
Of this a shadow, ecchoes but of sounds.
O damned dog, who in a happy state,

Ere tainted first with that most fatall crime,
Could not thyselfe, would not have others bide : Then Adam liv'd more blest then can be thought:
Of sinne, death, Hell, thou open didst the gate,

Babe, infant, childe, youth, man, all at one time, Ambition's bellowes, fountaine of all pride; Form'd in perfection, having need of nought, Who force in Heaven, in Paradice deceit,

To Paradice preferr'd from abject slime, On earth us'd both, a traitour alwaies try'd. A graine of th' earth to rule it all was brought. O first the ground, still guilty of all evils, [divels. With him whom to content, all did.contend, Since whom God angels made, thou mad'st them God walk’d, and talk'd, as a familiar friend. VOL. y.



Then of his pleasures to heape up the store, Tbus good and evill they learu'd to know by this, God Evah did create with beauties rare,

But ah, the good was gone, the evill to be; Such as no women had since; none before, Thus monstrously when having done amisse, Thinke what it is to be divinely faire,

They cloathing sought, (of bondage a decree) And then imagine her a great deale more;

“ Loe, the first fraits of mortals knowledge is, She, principall, the rest but copies arei

Their nakednesse, and hard estate to see: No height of words can her perfections hit, Thus curiousnesse to knowledge is the guide, The worke was matchlesse, as the workeman's wit. And it to misery, all toiles when tryde.”

Marke Adam's answer when his Maker cravid, The world's first father what great joyes did fill, If that bis will had beene by bim transgress'd; Whilst prince of Paradice from trouble free,

“ The woman (Lord) whom I from thee receiv'd, The fairest creature 'entertain'd him still;

Did make me eate, as who my soule possess'd :" No rivall was, he could not jealous be,

The woman said, “ the serpent me deceiv'd:" But wretched prov'd, in having all his will,

Both burden'd others, none the fault confess'd. And yet discharg'd the tasting of one tree.

Which custome still their faulty race doth use, “ Let one haye all things good, abstract some toy, “ All first doe runne to hide, next to excuse." That want more grieves, then all he hath gives joy."

But he who tryes the reynes, and views the heart, Through Eden's garden, stately Évah stray'd, (As through the clouds) doth through fraile bodies Where beauteous flowers her beauties backe re

And is not mock'd by men's ridiculous art, (see, By nature's selfe, and not by art array'd, (glanc'd By which their crimes encreast, more odious be: Which pure (not blushing) boldly were advanc'd;

Who proudly sinne, they must submissely smart, With dangling haires the wanton Zephyres play'd, Loe, God craves count of what he did decree. And in rich rings their floting gold enhaunc'd.

And those who joyn’d in sinne, are punish'd all, All things concurr'd, which pleasure could incite, All Adam's partners crush'd were with his fall. So that she seem'd the centre of delight.

Thus God first damn'd the fountaine of deceit,

O most accurst of all the beasts which breed, Then could she not well thinke, who now can tell

Still wallowing in the dust (a loathsome state) What banquetted her sight with objects rare? Birds striv'd for her whose songs should most excell, The woman thee, thou shalt the woman hate.

Drawn on thy belly basely shalt thou feed; 'The odoriferous flowres perfum'd the ayre:

Which hatred still inherit shall her seed. Yet did her breath of all most sweetly smell,

Whose fierce effects both mutually shall feele, Not then distemper'd with intemperate fare.

Whil'st he shall breake thy head, thout brúise his No mixtures strange compos'd corrupting food,

heele. All naturally was sweet, all simply good.

“ And woman weake, whose thought each fancy But ah! when she the apples faire did spy,

blowes, Which (since reserv'd) were thought to be the best; I will encrease thy griefe, thy joyes restraine, Their fained pretiousnesse enflam'd to try,

And since thy judgement doth depend on showes, Because discharg'd, she look'd where they did rest, Thou to thy husband subject shalt remaine: Luxuriously abandon'd to the eye,

And (bringing forth thy brood with bitter throwes) Swolne, languishing (like them upon her brest.) What was thy pleasure sown, shalt reape with paine. “ Ah curiousnesse, first cause of all our ill,

Those beauties now which mustred are with pride, And yet the plague which most torments us still !" In withered wrinckles, ruinous age shall hide.

" Fond Adam, thou (obeying thus thy wife) On them she (doubtfull) earnestly did gaze, What I commanded violate that durst: The hand oft times advanc'd, and oft drawne backe, Cares shall exhaust thy dayes, paines end thy life, Whil'st Sathan cunningly her parts did praise, Whil'st for thy cause the earth becomes accurst, And in a serpent thus his course did take:

With thornes and thistles, guerdoning thy strife, “ Your state is high, you may more high it raise, Who sweating for thy food, art like to barst. And may (with ease) your selves immortall make. And looke no more for rest, for toile thou must, This precious fruit God yon forbids to eate, Till whence first com'd, thou be turn'd back to dust." Lest (knowing good and evill) you match his state.”

By angels arm'd barr'd from the pleasant place,

When wretched Adam's pilgrimage was past, Those fatall fruits which poison'd were with sinne, The tree of sinne o’re-shadowing all his race, She (having tasted) made her husband prove;

They from their minds all love of God did cast, What could not words of such a Sirene winne?

Them to reclaime who did contemne his grace, O woe to man, that woman thus can more!

Who weary was with striving at the last, He him to hide (his fall's first marke) did rinne',

And of the world a barvest made by raine, Whom knowledge now had learn'd to loath and Did straight resolve to try new seede againe. love.

Death from that tree did shoot through shadowes Yet since that Noah uprightly had liv'd,
His rest an apple, beauty was his marke,

He and his race stood safe on horrour's height,
And when all creatures' ruine was contriv'd,

Did live secure the forty-day-long night: ' A Scotiscism for run, which frequently occurs To make the world repent, that good man strird, in these poems. C.

His swelling engine building in their sight.

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