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TIIR TENTI MOURE
This stately isle which still for worth excell'd, Such (as their doctrine) were reputed pure;
Thrice happy those, who now in time beginne,
And can no more be turn'd, repent, repent. Straight (boldly building on so solid ground)
That fatall serjeant, Death, spares no degree, From Bohem two for glory are design'd,
And Heavens straight hast to give their last decree. With learned Hierome, holy Hus renown'd, A second Stephen, first martyr of one kinde; He for that faith which in himselfe was found, And want in others whom no faith could binde, Por too much goodnesse prov'd a guilty man,
DOOMES-DAY; Though calPd a goose, succeeded by a swanne.
OR, Salvation's worke performing as fore-told,
THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGEMENT. Our great Redeemer offred up his bloud; And with like inke their blisse doth rest eorold, To nourish soules with a celestiall food, Who (when grown strong) the truth so to unfold, Could but by death make their profession good : Thus cruelty the foes of Christ doth prove,
THE ARGUMENT. And sufiring is their badge whom he doth love,
To this great court, all come from every land, Their severall parts wbat volume could containe,
T' attend the sentence of their joy or paine, Whom (whilst they guiltlesse scorn'd for feare to flie) And straight the blessed and the damned band, French massacres, and Mary's bloudy raigne,
Are here to part, no more to meet againe ; As Christ for them, for Christ did make to dye;
But first the wicked and the Divell doe stand, And in all states which did the truth restraine,
Against Christ's justice grudging to complaine : The faith of numbers raging flames did try.
Till both are straight transported unto Hell, Yet naming some, lest silence others wrong,
Where they together must for ever dwell. As now in Heaven, Muse, joyne them in my song. And martyrs you who bravely march'd before, Whilst match'd with moderns do not wrath conceive; Heaven's Monarch with great majesty doth sit, When press'd by Pagans idols to adore,
His count'nance flaming from a stately throne; You chus'd to dye, ere quite your Lord to leave; This processe doth no deputy admit, These suffred have as much, and aym'd at more, But he himselfe is judge of every one ; Who (though they might themselves as Christians Due reverence fore'd with circumstances fit, save)
Whil'st murmuring guiltipesse doth sadly grone, Did dye ere that they would Christ's will transgresse, The bookes of conscience open doe remaine, In substance, forme, or any way made lesse. And all accuse of that which they containe. The Levites long a darknesse huge endur'd, Some seeme not apt to heare by distance made, Till that those books which did God's will containe, (Much place possess'd) when all the world are met, When found, and read, a publicke griefe procur’d, O! but his voyce (which they even heard when dead) Each soule from sinne divorcing with disdaine; May to their eares who live soone passage get; Even so the truth (which ignorance obscur’d) And some would thinke their noyse for frare who lames (like losias) did divulge againe :
fade, But priests of purpose would the gospell hide, Should all Heaven's circuit with confusion set: Where priests were glad to get the law for guide. If from his court each judge can tumult take,
Who order'd order may an order make.
Where starres would be but staines, and terrours
There God in person his chiefe court doth hold. A number, loe, I riew made happy here, Who by their travell, sprituall gold refind, This mighty Jadge that comes downe from above, And mysteries, which donbtfull were, made cleere, No end at all in any sort can sway; Instructing all, confirming many minde,
No intercession can his judgeroept move, Not aym'd to others till themselves were neere, No advocates defend, no, not delay, Did leade their fockes, not driv'd, yet stay'd be No witnesse wants, nor circumstance to prove, hinde:
Time so to gaine, as something were away:
Hence none appeales, nor can revoke when done; The minde a fury, and the thoughts turn'd snakes, A dome eternall is concluded soone.
To sting the soule, Hell's ugly monster shakes. Large is the count of life (though short) when gone, Those brests like earth-quakes, which rebounding The parting violent, the passage short,
[spaire, The judgement bitter, terrible the throne, Which even from saints a terrour must extort;
Charg'd with a monstrous weight, press'd by deHuge are the faults, weake the discharge, else none, Where of Hell's horrours, many thousands share :
To driry dungeons would with haste be gone,
It grieves the griev'd to stand, where any one,
Much more where numbers joyfull doe repaire: Or with the divels for ever in the Hell.
Whil'st mock'd by divels, whose slight no more The harvest's Lord straight takes his fanne in hand,
them blindes, And fines the fine, thence the refuse doth chase; Their state no helpe, no, nor yet pitty findes. The guilty goates are gathered in one band, The sheepe (as pretious) take apart their place;
As theeves, the object of contempt and shame, The godly all are rang'd at his right hand,
Though others prove, and they their crime confesse, And all the wicked wrap'd in blacke disgrace:
Must stand till some their sentence doe proclaime, Then from the wheate, the darnell he removes,
That righted rigour have lawe's power to presse, A separation which eternall proves.
So those stain'd troupes whom sinne's black scroules
That devills them thence to execution leade.
feare) Men, angels, divels, not onely them accuse, And would themselves even willingly destroy, But God against themselves, themselves doth use. The bands design'd for blisse their courage reare All those who are for endlesse wrath prepar'd,
Farre from each thought that can the soule annoy, With, and within themselves (poore wretches) bring with shouts burst forth the height of heavenly joy ;
And (like bright starres triumphing in their spheare) Those witnesses, by which should be declar'd, All ends, or aymes, each thought, or acted thing,
Not as made happie, or from trouble free, That (ere examin'd) damned, since despair'd,
But ravish'd with delight their Lord to see. Their guilty soules a thousand serpents sting: Breasts then transparent, hearts are clearely knowne, Though sometime foil'd, those still did fight with
Whilst pilgrimes here amidst affliction's field, And what was bid, to all the world is showne.
And had of faith a diamantine shield, (sinne, That which is elear'd, and by such sure records, Which oft was bruis'd, but never entred in; None can impagne, nor controvert in ought ; Their forts they (forc'd) but for a time did yeeld, It were a folly to contest in words, [thought; | To death by covenant, life so to beginne; (Where deeds doe damne) with him who knowes each Then marching hence with all that was their owne, Then wit, nor power, no power to purge affords, Left earth to th'earth, remov'd, but not orethrowne. All science else to joyne with conscience brought: Sinne's deeps long smooth'd (when stirrd) do ugly At that last conflict confidently bold, grow,
Besides the earnest which they had before, And toss'd by monsters of themselves ore-flow. Then satisfi'd, their surety rests enroll'd,
Free from defects, not to be question's more, The hoasts of darkenesse with accustom'd gall,
And (by good angels naughty sprits contrould, Mindes which they long have smooth'd to tosse be- Who seeke their shipwrack, when almost at shoare) And (as their partners) privy unto all, [ginne, They with the world all worldly troubles leave: Cite every circumstance that proves the sinne,
Ere the earth their bodies, Heavens their soules reThen urge, and aggravate each forme of fall, (Since damn'd themselves) so to draw others in : What refuge (ah) can guilty caitives chuse,
Thus (farre from feare of any further ill) Within whilst conscience, divels without accuse?
Sweet quiristers enstalld in state above, Ere Time, dismiss'd, surrender up his charge,
With troupes of angels keeping concord still, To cleare old reck’nings, cited at this throne,
As then their life, so infinite their love; Of all earst fayn'd to passe the fatall barge,
Now that his worke their maker may fulfill, He (still a witnesse) tels each action gone,
Those come rebodied where they first did move; And like a scroule wrapt up, (which had beene large) Not to be judg’d, no, but to be made cleere, Past, present, future, all contract'd in one,
And that in them God's goodnesse may appeare Straight (so united) straines his dying light, Else stayes accomplish'd ever all in sight.
And he who most affects the fruits of grace,
Ere forc'd to punish, franke to give reliefe, Vaine mortalls' sinnes, in which they pleasure take, Whose clemency of justice takes the place, Like mountaines them to crush remembred be, As, even for Heaven, held of all vertues chiefe, Which swallow'd sweet, but bitter when spu'd backe, He did afford, and doth confirme their peace, Breed burning agues, pests of high degree ; To wicked men the first degree of griefe; So foule a forme, not Styx it selfe could make, Who marke by them what happinesse they misse, As in minde's glasse the gazing soule doth see : And weigh their torments by upbrayding blisee
Christ lightning love surveighes that joyfull band, Those if not gorgeous who do garments scorne,
Though as of wormes they have the entrails worde,
How many (money) hast thou made to fall! But absolutely doth absolve them all,
The generall jewell, of all things the price, And from their bondage to a kingdome call. To vertue sparing, lavish unto vice. “ You whom my Father bless'd (noe more dismai'd) The foole that is unfortupately rich, Come, and enjoy that boundlesse kingdom pow, His goods perchance doth from the poore extort, Which ere the world's foundations first were laid, Yet leaves his brother dying in a ditch, By Heaven's decree hath beene prepar'd for you, Whom one excesse (if spard) would well support, With raies more bright then are the sunne's arrai'd, And (whil'st the love of gold doth him bewitch) Before the throne you shall with reverence bow; This miser's misery gives others sport; The height of pleasure which you should possesse, “ The prodigall God's creatures doth abuse, No tongue of man is able to expresse.
And them the wretch not necessar'ly use." “ When press'd by famine you me friendly fed, Those roving thoughts which did at randome soare, And did with drinke my scorching thirst allay; And (though they had conveniently to live) You with your garments mee (when naked) clad, Would never look behinde, but farre before, Wbose kindely visits sickenesse could not stay; And (scorning goodnesse) to be great did strive; No, even in prison, they mee comfort bred,
For (still projecting how to purchase more) Thus (charity extended every way)
Thus (bent to get) they could not dreame to give. Your treasures (kept in Heaven) for intrest gaine, “Such mindes whom envy hath fill’d up with grudge, That you enrich'd eternally remaine."
Have left no roome, where charity may lodge." With sprituall joy each one transported sings, Ah! who of those can well expresse the griefe, And (lifted up) to Heaven in haste would fie, Whom once this Earth did for most happy hold? But yet this speech so great amazement brings, Of all their neighbours still esteem'd the chiefe, That modestly they (as with doubt) replie; Whslist strai'd opinion ballanc'd worth by gold; “Unbounded Lord, when didst thou lack such things, That which to thousands might have given relief, That there was cause our willingnesse to try ? Wrong spent, or spar'd, is for their ruine told; Who nothing had but what thou gav'st to us; Thus pleasures past, what anguish now doth even? How couldst thou need, or we afford it thus?"
We see how hardly rich men go to Heaven. " That which was given (as now I do reveale) That speech pronounc'd to the elected band, Unto the least of those whom I held deare, May make the wicked apprehend their part, (Saith Christ) deep grav'd with an eternall seale, Whose black accounts, ere them the ludge demand, As due by me, I do acknowledge here;
Strict conscience offers, summ'd in every heart: Those were the objects prompted for your zeale, Thus (freez'd with horrour) they dejected stand, By which your goodnesse onely could appeare; Not hoping help by power, nor yet from art: * Best magazines for wealth the poore did prove, And whil'st their souls are swallowd up by feare, Where, when laid up, no thiefe could it remove'." This fatall sentence thunders in each eare. Thus helpfull almes, the off'ring most esteemid, “ You souls accurst, who have provok'd mine ire, Doth men on th'Earth, the Lord in Heaven content, (Detested crue) not worthy of my sight, How many are (if time might be redeem'd) Go, get you hence to Hell's tormenting fire, Who wisb they thus their revenues had spent ? Which hath of heat, that which it lacks of light; If this on th’ Earth so profitable seem'd,
Where (with his angels) Satan must retire, What usurer would for others gaines be bent ? To be entomb'd in an eternall night: But would the poore with plenty oft supply, This as their due was first for them prepar'd, Though they themselves for want were like to die. But (since their mates) it must with you be shar'd. Those who (affecting vaine ambition's end) " When I was hungry, you refus'd me meat; To gaine opinion muster all in show,
When I was thirsty, would afford no drink; And (prodigall) superäuously spend
When I was naked, cloth'd me not of late; All what they have, or able are to owe,
When I was sick, did of no kindenesse think, For pleasures fraile whil'st straying fancies tend, And when a stranger, held me at the gate ; As Paradise could yet be found below:
Then when in prison, quite away did shrink: Still pamp'ring flesh with all that th’Earth can give, Thus as compassion never mov'd your minde, No happinesse more seek but here to live, You from henceforth shall no compassion finde.
Though grier'd to look upon his faming face, Thus long ere borne our processe did begin, They thus dare tempt, yet without hope to move; When so made weake, and apt for further simile. * When saw we thee (O Lord!) in'any place,
“ That roaring tyrant who still loath'd the light, Where qur support might have procur'd thy love? Who had not wish'd that he bimselfe might grace, Then would have mov'd thee from a temple's height,
Did first tempt thee to have made bread of stones, By helping one descended from above ?
By falling headlong to bave crush'd thy bones; If such can here be found, damn'd may they be, Who would not lodge, feed, clothe, and visit thee.” The world's great kingdomes offred all at once;
Last, on a mountaine (mounted out of sight) * With fortune's trifles confidently proud,
He durst demand that thou should'st him adore, \nd puffed up with an applauding noise,
Then judge by these if his assaults were sore., You for the poore (saith Christ) no share allow'd, Yet choak'd your owne desires with pleasure's choice, Not onely of himselfe he aym'd at all,
“ Still compassing the Earth, his prey to spie, Whilst at your feet they (fainting) humbly bow'd, But by direction did some persons plie, Though heard in Heaven, you scorn'd to beare their who were given ore to his invasion thrall;
voice; These men thus us’d, who were my members pris’d, And train'd him forth where as ordain'd to fall;
As when he made proud Achab's propbets lye, Even me in them you likewise then despis’d.”
What mortall strength could scape to be subdu'd; The sentenc'd squadron sunk below despaire, When warranted by God, the Devill pursu'd ? At first ore-wbelm'd (as if distract'd) remaine; :
“ Thus left by thee, and by him courted still, And have their breasts all torne with stormy care, Thy grace with-drawn, his favours mustred faire, Both for their losse, and for th’approaching paine, How could poore wretches wrestling with selfe-will
, yet mindes perverse their course doth still declare, But soone be catch'd by such a subtle snare ? Who, when condemn'd, do straight accuse and We but through weaknesse, not in spite, wrought ill,
plaine: Not that they seek to have the truth be seene,
Kept from repentance onely by despaire:
Then let not rigour take up mercie's place, No, hate and envy do provoke their spleene.
Thy greatest glory is in giving grace.” " That which thou hast decreed obey we must, Nor will we seek (say they) the same to breake,
All tendernesse by justice quite exil'd, Yet since as judge most great, so be most just,
Whilst this their grudge doth indignation move,
That Lambe of God who still hath beene so milde, Ere damn'd for ever, beare us once to speake;
Of luda's tribe doth then the lyon prove, Ah! abject creatures fetter'd in the dust,
And marking them whom filthie sinnes defild, In minde and body every way too weake: Though huge our sinnes, and scarce to be excus’d, At their repining taking just offence,
Like abject swine not looking up above: To make us fall too many wayes were us’d.
Perchance his answer may import this sense. << Each seed must grow as by the labourer sowen,
“ O faulty fathers, execrable race, Though earthen vessels, vessels of thy hand,
Though by your birth you but of death could boast, We were expos'd (to make thy justice known) What forfeitures have I restor'd by grace ? Where sinne was strong, a weake neglected band,
You might have gain'd more then your parents lust, And those whom thou selected for thine owne,
Some (forcing Heaven) with zeale did me embrace, (As mercie's objects) strengthned were to stand;
Who now triumph as a victorious hoast; Thus as at first made fit for wrath, or grace, To do the like they oft did you exhort, How could thy creatures but direct their race?
Whom I (if sought) was ready to support. “ How could we scape where dangers were so rife, « For frivolous toyes (if with true joyes compard) Of thy support whom thou did'st quite deprive? You rebels first, then obstinate did prove, Since those whom thou appointed had'st for life, And drunk with vanity, by pleasures snard, By thy protection did securely live;
Still (mocking mercy) did contemne my love; And thou wast still when they succumb'd in strife, Whil'st glu'd to th' Earth, you for no further card, As first to helpe, straight ready to forgive: But how things fraile by pleasure to improve: And oft in them who have beene guarded thus, And working mischiefe more then words can eren, Thou pardou'd more then punish'd is in us. Rais'd mounts of sinne to barre your selves from
Heaven. What way could we, fraile fortresses, defend, Against Hell's lord with legions bent for ill, “ Though long ere done, your faults were knowne to Who eren in Heaven so proudly durst contend, For which in vaine selfe-love excuses frames, [me, Whil'st Aying armies shining fields did fill ? I them discern'd, but never did decree; And though he fail'd in compassing his end, No time nor place could bound the deitie's beames; Yet here below was refractory still ;
In contemplation of what was to be, Though by this meanes unto confusion brought, I from life's books excluded had your names : Whil'st bold to vaunt, that once with God he fought. And did foresee, but not fore-doome your parts,
My mercies were more ready then your hearts. << Our earth-bred parents, when they seem'd most sure,
“ For many wrongs which Israel had indurd, With vigorous souls, both strong, and free from staine, The Lord their safety, Pharaoh's ruine sought, These monsters straight their ruine did procure, As surgeons for their practise have procur'd And made them lose what they themselves not gaine, An executed corps, when odious thought, Even Paradise where we had liv'd secure,
His heart (pass'd hope) of purpose was obdur'd, Were not for others' faults whiat we sustaine: That for our glory wonders might be wrought :
Thus mcanes were us'd exempling such a one, Yet (Heaven exchang'd for toyes wbich th' Eart That Achab might by bloud fall from his throne. Were but deluded by ambiguous words. [affords) “ Your wayes were crossd by many a stumbling Those with much passion bitterly declare block,
How they the Devill (by him seduc'd) adord, Þut you gave care to every whispered charme, Who, storm'd by sea, and thundred in the aire, Whil'st waving pleasures plastred ruine's rock, (As he affirm'd) of all the world sole lord; Where Satan's ambush lay to do you harme; That they with him should (when dissolr'd) repaire, Nor shall that traitor at your judgement mock, Where they should be with all contentment stor'd: Who still his troups against all good did arnie : Thus painting out how they had beene abus'd, Come, sprits impure, come and receive your due, The great accuser is by them accus'd. You never would repent, but now must rue.”
But he who once durst dreame in Heaven to raigne, To muse what muster every monster makes, Whose pride prepostrous (swolae with madnesse) I scarce for feare my fancies dare engage,
Though that designe attempted was in vaine, (rares, If every one a bideous bodię takes,
And he throwne headlong to Tartarian caves: Vile like their minde, to tread this fatall stage: Loe, when at last, even ready to arraigne, What gorgons, hidras, lynx, chimeras, snakes, He doth not seek to purge, nor pardon craves; By hissing, howling, lowing, roaring rage? Though just excuses something inight acquire, What strange aspects, what intricated sounds, But thus bursts forth with bis accustom'd spite. A dreadfull horrour all in one confounds ?
“ Since fled from Heaven to pacifie your splecas,
To execute all what you did decree:
Whil'st still the hate reflected back on me,
Though all my power was bounded by your will.
" That excrement of th' Earth, that drosse of dust, For all the godly whom they oft had brav'd,
Who wanting courage publick force to try,
Though not so stout, yet did prove as unjust,
And would have beene like thee, as well as I ;
He broke thy law, had power to do no more, So that this object all with ease can beare, « Despaire, and confidence, both banish feare."
Yet by his fault is better than before. Yet marking them by whom so many fell,
“ From abject basenesse rais'd to such a state, Huge exclamations burst abruptly out;
Till damn'd to die, no bounds could man contaise; Those vagabonds who did from God rebell,
Nor was his change by that decree made great, To tempt (it seemes) still walk'd the world about,
Since, but by it whence drawne, turn'd backe againe ; And (bent with guests to grace their driry Hell)
Yet though these worms were still (when gracd) inMade oft toss'd souls of their salvation doubt :
grate, Who when for Heaven they hunting were the way, whom though immortall we did mortall see,
Thou by thy suffering did'st prevent their paide; Turu'd headlong backward, train’d by them to stray. That these vile mortalls might immortall be. Great naturalists, of art chiefe masters made, By starres, and times, they could each course dis
" But I who was a fountaine once of light, close,
Whose envied beauties angels did commend, And marking still when life's first powers were
With those the partners of my wretched fight; What influence affections did dispose,
Who suffer did because they lor'd their friend; Or to what custome education led,
We might have serv'd to make the Heavops more Where every heart for pleasure did repose:
In indignation whom thoy mad'st descend: (bright, They having found each inclination's square,
And would'st not unto us one fault forgive, As best might fit the same did frame some snare.
Though sacrific'd, to make great sinners live. When lustfull fancies had enflam'd the minde, “ Man (pittied thus) his pardon did procure, Then liberall beauties charm'd the wand'ring eye;
That still bis weakenesse might thy power admire, When to contention one was knowne inclin'd, Where we whose power thou no way could'st indure, Occasions offred were frapke wrath to try;
Are persecuted with an endlesse ire;
“ But this indignity doth make me storme, Not onely did insensibly betray,
In Heaven, in th' Earth, in tb'aire since long so great, Whil'st souls for pleasure voluntar’ly thrall, That this poore creature, this detested worme, Were (by prevailing) made their enemie's prey; Whom I have troad upon so oft of late, Some whom they did perswade, or else appall, By partiall hate both ballauc'd in one forme, Por feare, or gaine, did to their will give way: Where carst my slave, must now become my mate: