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That scorn'd diviner is with them expos'd, Or since by him so benefited once,
(Fooles who fore-know, not for their fate provide) That land ingrate to frustrate of his bones.
Who by his wife, when lurking was disclos'd,
And whom at last the earth did as strangely hide, The third time then some live, from tombes rais'd
And that the cave which burn'd might so be clos'd, (Their resurrection represented else) (twice,
He as Roine's best who under ground did ride: Whom death (it seem'd) did but a while disguise,
There greedy to doe good, or fame to give, For acting wonders which amazement tels;
That where his body dyed, his name might live. When wak'd by force, as who did drousie rise,

They drawne from Lethe, or oblivion's cels:
Some feaver strange, when surfeits seeme to move, Straight with the place all priviledge did leare,
Those of the earth, who in the entrails dwell, Made as who dream'd, or in high feavers rave.
Whil'st it (though trembling)raging seemes to prove,
If it may drinke the world, and spue forth Hell, Till soar'd from hence, where they so long bare
They from the dust as quickly shall remove,

striv'd, As those by powder, who in powder fell :

Still charg'd with flesh, all soules infirme remaine; By tyrants fierce whilst pin'd, no, freed from paine, And with their burdens those who were revir'd, Who falne on th' earth, or toss'd through th' ayre Their former frailties did resume againe ; remain.

So that unknowing where a space they liv'd,

Maym'd memory was bounded by the braine : Now Orpheus shall not need (as poets faine) Through earthly organs spectacles impure, To charm the Furies with harmonious sounds, Soules

reach but objects, such as they prveure. Nor Hercules by violence in vaine, To force the dungeons of the shadowy bounds, Some fondly curious, would have then enquir’d, The guests below shall once turne backe againe, What lodgings last those both-world-guests did leare, To see (what they have lost) superior rounds: Which (if remembred) reverenc'd, and admir'd, The prince of darknesse will be pleas'd with this, They would not wrong by words what none conSince sure to have them judg'd for ever his.

ceive;

Great Paul (whose selfe could not tell bow) retir'd, The Earth ber entrails quickly shall discharge, Whom the third Heaven (when ravisb’d) did receive: That God at once all who had soules may see, He what he saw return'd, could not relate, All prisoners at last, death must enlarge,

Past mortals' senses, to immortals great. At that great iubily, as once set free, Who were so long in passing Charon's barge, Such soules when last to their first tents turn'dbacke, Soone from oblivion's floud, brought backe shall be: Their toiles thereby, and others' glory grew, (make, Ere Cerberus can barke, all shall be gone,

Whilst to the world that way, God cleare would And ere they can be miss'd, turn'd every one. That faith (when firme) might death it selfe subdae;

But then they flesh as when first left did take, Those whom soft Egypt, alwaies slave to lust, Which now at last the Lord will all renue, By spices, oyntments, balmes, and odours rare,

Their resurection when no time confines, . [signes. To scorne corruption, and to mocke the dust,

Whil'st rais'd, ripe fruits, of what they first were Did keep (when lost) with a ridiculous care, And us'd as pledges oft to purchase trust, Thus the great Tisbit strangely did restore, Their bones worth nought when clad, worth lesse (That none might trouble have who gave him rest) when bare,

Hersonne whose victuals did when waste, grow niore; Their vailes renu'd, no sooner they resume, Like to the like, when in like state distrest, Then whom at first corruption did consume. That prophet did, who cray'd his sprit in store, Those pyramides whose points seem'd (threatning Not to be press'd by such a second guest, [sleep, Not solitary tombes, but courted thrones ; (Heaven) Whose grave wak'd one, that there he might not The huge Mausoleum, one of wonders seaven;

Where he (when dead) a quickening power did That obeliske, which grac'd Augustus' bones;

keep Late monuments those æmulous to eaven, Of marble, porphyr, iaspe, and precious stones :

The blest Bethanian highly shall rejoyce, None hides his guest from this great Iudge's sight, When next he cals who show'd such tender lore. Nor yet him sends more gorgeous to the light.

As even to weep for him, as a chiefe choice,

Till he was brought (free from white bands) above, Of place the distance, distant time not breeds, The first who in the grave did heare that voice, Some who a field impurpled by their fall,

Which from all graves must make their guests Whose entrails straight another mansion needs, Lest else corruption might encroach on all, And greater power when glorified may show, Their bodies, friends (as oft for pompe succeeds) Then from fraile flesh, when but breath'd forth Not seeme (farre borne) to burie, but enstall :

below. But though each part a severall kingdome takes, A sudden union now one moment makes.

Those soone start up, who quickly come to light,

As to applaud what was accomplish't knowne, That dreame-diviner by two tribés call'd Syre, Christ's acting sufferings (when most low) at height, (Though by them lost) who did his brothers save, That the last part on this world's stage was sboxne; His dust from Goshen quickly shall retire,

Else to upbraid, as a prodigious sight, And with the rest, a second Hymen have,

Them who did haste what bent to have ore-throwne. Where though long dead, as faith did first inspire, And others all thus rais’d, more glad doe rise, llis bones for his, possession did receive:

Of soules birth once, then of their bodies thrice.

remove:

There come those two from whence no flesh can know, | The just they first, the reprobate last move,
Yet not more soone then whom fraile eyes saw dead, which sink below, whilst th' others fie above.
Of which as types one to each world did show,
That mortals might be straight immortall made, Those temples then which not dissolv'd still stay,
Grosse bodies mount, and some death not orethrow, (A mystery difficult to conceive)
A labyrinth whence nature none can leade : All debt of death (not dying) shall defray,
In most evill times most good to be mark'd so, The other life straight com'd, ere this them leave,
Those did from hence man's common way not goe. The bodies then (all frailty buru'd away)

Well quiptessenc'd, new qualities receive, (dead,
That godly man, by God judg'd just to be, Which though still quicke, yet in their sinnes quite
Translated was, that he might not see death, Ere mortall prov'd, shall be immortall made.
Şince it kill'd him, his Lord despis'd to see,
Whilst poyson'd with vile men's blasphemous breath; If oft to gaze a multitude remaines,
Or else at last from pangs and horrours free, To hold his court whilst it some prince attends ;
He priviledg'd from all the signes of wrath, When being met with many stately traines,
Did part, not dye, from sinne, not life estrang'd; He makes a musters of imagin'd friends :
“ Soules must remove, else have their lodging (As by small brooks a floud swolne when it raines)
chang'd.”

Till that on him it seemes the world depends.

Thąt pompe to all a reverent awe imparts, Whil'st him, save God, who ought disdain'd to feare, And strikes with terrour malefactors' hearts. Vile Baal's scourge, of kings who scorn'd the ire, With flaming steeds a burning coach did beare, Thinke with what glory Christ his course doth runne, The winde made wagoner, an angell squire, Whilst thundring terrour, and yet lightning grace, Twixt this grosse globe, and the celestiall sphere,

He might come clad with starres, crown’d with the Zeale triumph did, even as it fought, with fire:

Sunne, That Heaven and Earth both might his glory know, But to his brightnesse such (as base) give place: As earst his toiles, when but contemn'd below. His court at first of heavenly hosts begun,

From hence enlarg'd is in a little space. As where he lives or lyes, to turne, or stay, O what strange noise doth all the world rebound, To dispute easie is, hard to conclude;

Whilst angels sing, saints shout, and trumpets sound. The Lord perchance committed him to clay, As one with whom he on Mount Tabor stood : My ravish'd soule (transcending reason's reach) Else not dissolu'd, but chang'd when borne away, So earnest is to surfet on this sigbt, And (some thinke) kept a part yet to doe good That it disdaines what may high thoughts impeach, For without all, no saints perfected be,

Whil'st mounting up to contemplation's height; The maid-borne body so Heavens onely see. Which flight so farre doth passe the power of speecli,

That onely silence can pursue it right. A loud alarme, still doubling from above,

And that my sprit may be refresh'd that way, (The word eternall may make breath abound) It must a space amid'st dumbe pleasures stray. All this vast circuit doth a trumpet prove, Whose concave wastes not, but maintains the sound, At the first blast, nought else save it did move, As driry silence had prepar'd the ground ; But till all ears be fill'd it higher swels,

DOOMES-DAY;
A horrid echo roaring from the Hells.

OR,
Those guilty soules what further comfort shields,
From sleepe whose conscience with the body starts,

THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGMENT.
Even when they see (as grasse) ov'r all the fields,
Men grow about them? O what frozen hearts !
Earth labour'd long, a monstrous harvest yeelds,
Which straight Heaven's husband, loe, grinds, sifts,
and parts:

THE ARGUMENT.
Who can but thinke how such endure this sight?
And yet what they attend, makes it seeme light. A great assembly doth with state begin,

And of some soules the processe is surveigh'd, He who them bates when God the just doth grace, So more to tax the Iews', and Christians' singe, Both griefe and envy torture him at once,

Here in the balance is before them layd, Of two who rest companions in one place,

Each Ethnick's part to be compar'd, brought in Th’one pleas'd, is glad, the other desp'rate, mones; In judgment now, their errours to upbraid: Tb'one parts as pointed for eternall peace,

Yet all excuses, which such can revolve, The other sign’d for paine,stayes, howls, and groanes. Do damne but others, not themselves absolve. Thus of the godlie's good the first degree, Is, from the wicked that they parted be. Those creatures who by death did never fall, O what strange sight! what monstrous' meeting That fatall summons do no sooner heare,

One moment musters' all the ages gone;

(now? Then those whom it forth from the dust doth call, Borne, flown, driv'n, or drawn up, I wot not how, Where they bad slept even many a hundred yeare, Large is that crowne which compasses the throne; Soules' lodgings thus which had been ruin'd all, All for each time whom Nature did allow, Straight builded then, first perfect do appeare. What numbers must they make when joynd in one?

DOOMI

THE PIFTH HOURE.

Whil'st I do looke about, below, on high,

Though some whose greatnesse thousands had oreStill clouds of people do confine mine eye.

thrown,

So that their fame (trac'd by amazement) Ayes, Oft thousands were in populous squadrons set,

Are here scarce mark'd, till for confusion shown, Whilst haughty monarehs others empires sought, When all their deeds the Heaven's great Censor But nor men now, mure nations last are met,

tryes; Who once in all, but differ then in nought,

Yet others are then earst made better known, No severall customes, usuall censures get,

Who whil'st alive deluded credulous eyes,
As when some civile, some are barbarous thought,

And seem'd in show, as angels once of light,
No garments mark'd, nor signe of hand, nor head: But are the children of eternall night.
All naked judg'd, as they at first were made.

Worstat that time, these trembling troupes endore,
What store of tongues oft hungry eares have fed? Who know, yet not performe their master's will,
Since men from one, did more at Babel take, Though judgements threaten, promises allure,
And these (licentious) many bastards bred,

To follow what is good, and Age from ill, Which (mixt like mules) did strange conjunctions Whose senses false against their soules conjure, make;

That sprituall power which God inspires to kill : But now at last all by one language led,

Who doe neglect, I, and despise that grace, (Confusion's curse removid) as first turne backe,

Which even with angels purchase might a place. At least the judge none to interpret needs, No heart from him hides thoughts, the tongue lesse with high disdaine of soules the soveraigne mor'd, deeds.

A kindled count'nance, flames forth terrour then,

At them who seem'd religion to bave lov'd, The spatious world at first could scarce containe Vile hypocrites, curst excrements of men, Them whom one age by common course brought And their vast hearts (the cosening maske remov'd) forth,

Show each thing that they thought, both where, Though both by sea and land more ground to gaine,

and when : With colonies disper'st, east, west, south, north, Till much to wonder, godly men are brought, Who all their wits for wayes to live did strayne, Who mark them monsters, whom they saints bad Yet, dreaming glory, vaunted showes of worth :

thought. Th’ Earth whil'st her entrails every one did teare, Was forc'd to bury whom she could not beare. That troupe on Sathan's coat God's badge which

beares, Death walkes so slowly with bis sleepy pace,

Who hatching mischiefe, bolinesse pretend, (Though last not look'd for oft times be arrive)

With whoorish sighs, and with adulterous teares, That even to haste man's never resting race,

Their actions all to court opinion teod; Both warre and sicknesse violently strive;

Weigh'd words, school'd looks, squar'd steps, fain'd What Nature's selfe would bound in little space,

griefes, and fears, Art to precipitate doth meanes contrive:

As others' earst betray themselves in end : Else th Earth surchargʻd would starve her pursling Do see things as they were, not as they seem'd.”

“All judgements then from errour's maze redeemid, soon, Too populous mankinde by it selfe undone.

Can any minde conceive their great distresse, But loe all these who had beene guests below,

Who (whilst ambition at vaine ends doth ayme) Since first an angell Eden came to guard,

As wit rul'd all, or that all went by guesse, This huge assembly join'd in one, doth show, So for their course á faction strong to frame, From whence none can escape, nor can be spard,

Have no religion, any do professe, Yet now no ground, no, not no grave they owe,

A lump of wax, a show, an idle name; No strife for marches, lands alike are shar'd:

They then shall finde though once not trusting it, None for old claimes then doth another cite, Slight craft but folly, simple goodnesse wit. But even of them all memory would quite.

Some (too secure) do ballance justice light, No kinsman, friend, nor old acquaintance here, And some with dreames (whil'st desp'rate) mercies Though long disjoyn'd, and soone perchance to part,

range, Doe meet as men by mutuall duties deare, But such disseinblers mounting mischiefe's height, With pleasant count'nance, and affecting heart; Then both these two bred blasphemie more strange: That fatall doome to be pronounc'd so deere, They mock God's wisedome, providence, and might, (Which joy or griefe for erer must impart) As who not knows, not cares, or may not venge: With racking cares doth so distract the minde, Christ of the worst the worst sort to define, That then no other thought a place can finde. Their portion did with bypocrites assigne. No tyrant here (attended by his thralles)

As colours (when compard) best knowne appeare, Doth terrour give, no, but doth it receive,

The truth of all exactly to disclose, And now imperiously no master calls,

So some may make (when they are matched here) A humble servant, nor a fawning slave,

On more sure grounds the judgement to repose : That height of minde a present feare appalles, We see God doth (that things may be made cleare) And breakes that swelling which made many rave: To persons persons, sinne to sinne oppose, (gree, Though now great difference be of mortals made, That crimes found monstrous though of lesse de “ All shall meet equals, but must first be dead." May make the more abhominable be.

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That queene whose name Heaven's register still | His scholar dext for vertue's treasure lov'd, beares,

By all the world divine was justly calld: What king they had the Hebrews so to teach, Whilst nought by faith, by nature too much mova, Who came from farre (neglecting vulgar feares) The third (his master who all Asia thrall’d) A mortal's sight, and temporall ends to reach, Who thought of God, much said, but little prov'd, And as most happy envy did their eares,

For all his knowledge, said as quite appallid, » Who might enjoy the treasures of his speech, With paine he ranne, with doubt did end his race,

She (whil'st wit's wonders did her minde amaze) Then did the thing of things entreat for grace. Damn'd liberall fame as niggard of his praise.

By speculation of a pregnant minde, She may that day be parallelld with some, With Nature wrestling, though by her ore-throwne, When humaniz'd our Saviour did remaine,

Those did of force by dumbe perswasions finde Who one (more great then Solomon) at home, A power supreame, by speaking works oft showne; Not sought, not heard, but did when found disdaine: Whom they (though thus in time and state borne What monstrous madnesse did their minds ore

blinde) come,

Did seek not callid, did reverence though not kuowne: Who had, like swine, such pearles expos’d in vaine? Not seeking Heaven, the way to it they trac'd, An Ethnicke thus may damne the Hebrews then, And (faithlesse trusting) what not reach'd, embrac'd. A stranger natives, and a woman men,

May not such mén damne many thousands now; Wo to Bethsaida, and Corazin burst,

Who fall confounded in so great a light? Whom Tyrus straight, and Sidon may appall; Though learn'd in all which reason coth allow, They (had they seene thy sights no more accarst) They have God's will, Heaven's way, directed right; In dust with sackcloth had lamented all;

Yet worse then these that to base idols bow, : And Capernaum, who mock mercy durst,

What grip't not feele, not see what is in sight, Thougb high as Heaven, low downe to Hell sball fall: But atheists vile abhominable die, That which thou saw'st had filthy Sodom seene, Whose hearts, whose deeds the Deity do deny. It long a city crown'd with bayes had beene.

These excrements of th' Earth, the Heaven's refuse, That stately towne whence fame at first did sound, Of mankinde monsters, Nature's utter staine, Whose greatnesse once all nations did admire, Who do religion as a garment use, When her the Lord had threatned to confound, And think both Heaven and Hell names which some Straight prostrated to pacifie his ire,

faine, All (wrapt in sackcloth) grovelings on the ground, O when they finde (who now of this doth muse?) Who humbled soone a pardon did acquire. A court, a judge, a devill, a place of paine ; She may condemne a number of this age,

Since neither faith, nor arguments could move, Who, when rebuk'd for sinne, not grieve but rage. The demonstration terrible shall prove.

Those who of old without the law did live,

The soules of such impiety more spoils, And to themselves a law) lov'd good, loath'd ill; Then following idols Laban who did stray ; May for more blisse, at least lesse torment strive, Then fugitives who (fled from sundry soils) With those who had it; yet contemn’d it still: Their gods as goods did beare with them away; For them fraile glory, or plaine good, did drive, Then that sackt towne whose foe (to mock their Where these a hop'à reward, paine fear'd, knowne

foils) will:

Said, “ Let their angry gods with them still stay." Then muse some of the Gentile's deeds burst forth, Sach superstitions, atheists are prophane, Till Christians blush who come behinde in worth. They grant no God, and these too many faine.

Though God, nor what he crav'd was then not The idol's prelats who long earnest stood, knowne,

Bath'd th' earth with teares, did th' aire with sighs Yet of religion a degener'd seed,

condense; Industrious Nature in each heart had sowen, And call’d on Baal all deform'd with blood, Which fruits (though wilde) did in abundance breed, As like their idols having lost all sense : And their great zeale which was to idols showen, They may upbraid a troupe of Levie's brood, Shall damne their coldnesse who the scriptures Who (wanting zeale) with ought but paines disreade:

pense : They left, did stray, who call'd were, truth neglect, Then whil'st (though vow'd to Heaven) they Earth These foolish are, they wicked in effect.

embrace :

But for meere forme do coldly use their place.
Learn’d Athen's glory, wisedome-lovers light,
Did utter things which angels tougues might deck, You who of God the will reveal'd neglect,
Though sure to scape God's scourge, each creature's And do his'law not labour to fulfill,
sight,

Mark how the Ethnicks idols did affect,
Yet, he would vice (loath'd for it selfe) reject, sp dangerous times depending on their will,
And as his dæmon did direct him right;

And did of them the answers much respect,
Last, when accus'd, a martyr in effect,

Though ænigmatick, and ambiguous still. Life's race well runne, glad innocent to dye, In th’ end whose fraud, or ignorance appear’d, Did (idols damn'd) all Gods (save one) deny. Which save th' events no commentary cleard.

What trust from men had that horn'd devill procurd, For Phrigian warre the Grecian generall bent,
Whose oracle (renown'd through many lands) By windes adverse whil'st stay'd on Aulis' cost,
- By labour huge, paine, heat, and thirst endur'd, (As bis advice the rigorous augur lent)
Made many haunt bis solitary sands,

To expiate his crime, and free the host,
And ere his barme by him could be procurd, He (in a sacrifice) before he went,
Did quite confound Cambyses and bis bands; To get a whore his virgin-daughter lost,
Whom he ador'd who that king's kingdome reft, And did (in show) as much to scape a storme,
Whom Cato scorn'd, and unconsulted left.

As Abraham aym'd or Ipthee did performe. Who hath not heard by fame strange tales oft told, No man can think, and not for borrour start, Of him to whom at Delphos troups did throng, What sacrifice some barbarous Indians us'd, Who finely could æquivocate of old,

Whil'st oft of men bow'd back on stones by art, Abhomination of all nations long,

(A meanes to bend the breast, and belly chus'd) Whom to accuse the Lydian king was bold The smoking entrails, and the panting heart, As false, ingrate, and having done him wrong: They in their zeale most barbarously abus'd. Though he them all deceiv'd who him ador'd, Whose ugly priest his lord resembled right, Yet was bis temple with rich treasures stor'd. In colour, forme, and minde, a monstrous sight. To smooth those mindes which were of light depriv'd, Religion's reverence when in soules iofus'd, Them through all parts who (still triumphing) went, (Though with false grounds) doth absolutely sway, (Whil'st Hell's black hosts to guard their altars Rome's second king for this a nymphe's name usid, striv'd)

(and rent, And Africk's victor oft alone did stay; Storms, thunders, earth-quakes, swallow'd, bruis'd Long with bis hind Sertorius troups abus'd, And them (as theirs) to Stygian darknesse driv'd, And Mahomet his Dove did trust betray: Who good design'd, but of an ill intent:

Where shows prepost'rous did prevaile so much, “ Thus sacriledge is plagu'd as worst of evils, What would the truth reveal'd have done with such? Let none rob churches, though they be the Devil's."

That for his glory which God did direct, Not onely these two celebrated be, [gave, Who do deny, abstract, or who impaires, To whom strange shapes, and names, as soils, they And his adopted day (prophane) neglect, (theirs, But from a number what Heaven did decree, Who made all dayes, wrought six, and numbers The simple people credulous did crave:

Then unto them he justly may object, Who did not trust the Dodonæan tree,

How Gentiles long with superstitious cares And how that Apis food did take, or leave? Their idols' feasts solemnly did observe, Though Plutoe's name po oracle would chuse, And though in forine, not in intent did swerve. Till at Christ's birth all fail'd, he all did use.

What thousands did to love's Olympicks throng, The famous Sibylls (admirable thought)

Which (kept precisely) time's great count did found; By times and places which distinguish'd were, The Pythian sports their patron prais'd as strong, of which one's books twice scorn'd, thrice valu’d, who the great serpent, did a lesse confound: Rone strictly kept with a religious care. [bought, Old Saturn (Sathan) he was honour'd long, From which her fates she long with reveçence sought, where slaves like lords, both did like beasts abound; As all charactred mystically there.

His feast was grac'd by mutuall gifts and gaines, The great regard which to their books was borne, Who had two faces, and so many names. May justly damne them who the Scriptures scorne.

The Isthmian playes which Theseus first began, These sonnes of Rechab who did wine contemne,

To honour Neptune numbers did afford; So to obey their earthly father still,

naked troups the Lupercalianes ranne If that obedience (eminent in them)

With leathern thongs for beating others stor'd; Check'd who despis'd their sprituall parent's will; With mysteries which commons could not scanne, May not they once the stubbornnesse condemne,

(For Dis a dowry) Ceres was ador'd, Of carelesse Christians prone to nought save ill ? And Rome's good goddesse, author of much ill, -Who not like them fraile pleasures do forbeare,

Though Clodius was disclos'd, did cloake such still. But even Christ's easie yoke do irke to beare? They who did trust all that which was divin'd,

With old Silenus staggering in a trance, By raving'augures drunk with sacred boules,

For Thebes great drunkard feasts they did decree, Each circumstavce commenting to their minde,

Whilst first a victor, then a god by chance, Of eatings, entrails, cryes, and Aights of fowls:

His fierie breeding never quench'd could be; Ecclipses, thundrings, meteors of each kinde,

Troups of all sorts transported in a dance, As sure presages thought, poore simple soules,

At his strange orgies howling went to see. Their testimony may a number grieve,

With ivie darts of women madding still, Who what great prophets told would not beleeve.

One her own sonne, a band did Clio's kill. Some Gentiles once whose knowledge was not cleare, You who with slack desires not hot, nor cold, Who to religion blindly did aspire, [deare, Each sacred thought when scarce conceir'd do kill, By treasures, toils, and what they thought most Mark them who were to their owne fancies sold, Of idols sought to pacifie the ire:

How that their zeale (though blinde) was fervent And lesse then naturall, heavenly to appeare, Whose altars, feasts, and oracles of old, (still: Did offer up their children in the fire:

They reverenc'd more then you the great God's will. Thus as we should (though in the ground they errd) Their augurs they observ'd with much respect, What they thought God to all things they preferr'd. You prophets and evangelists neglect.

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