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Yea, and reduc'd to a more base degree,
Yet (marking them so highly honour'd) now I must bis jaylour and tormenter be.”
They would be glad still at their feet to bow. This batefull monster to confusion thrall,
But this distresse one vantage doth unfold, Was once an angell, innocently white,
Though out of time, when it can help no more, And had continu'd so but for his fall,
They heare the truth, and all their faults are told, Whilst pride and envy did engender spite;
Which had been still estrang'd from them before, The spirituall substance tainted then with gall,
Whil'st awfull reverence dutious love contrould, (Turn'd diabolicke) was extinguish'd quite :
So that what they affirm'd, their followers swore, So that thenceforth he nought save ill could doe,
Whom now they blame, that they so base could be, When leaving God, all goodnesse left him too.
As bent to please, not daring to be free,
Expostulating blasphemy doe use,
And with their crimes would burden others still, Each sinne is his from whom all sinne deriv'd;
Not to be clear'd, but that they may accuse; What due reward can be by him receav'd,
Not onely doe they taxe God's spotlesse will, By whom of Heaven so many were depriv'd?
And Satan's fraud, for what it did infuse: Who guilty is of every mischiefe gone,
But likewise men as meanes that they were lost, Still tempting all, yet tempted was by none.
And of all men they blame their parents most. Yet bent for mischiefe, as he first beganne, Their whole endeavours every parent strains, Farre from remorse, thus sparkling poison still, By fortune's treasures to advance his heirs, He dare contest with Christ, outrageing man, Who many times do loose by goilty gains, Though barr'd from acting, yet intending ill, Not (as was hop'd) true helps, but onely snares; And those his thoughts which rest not suffer can, But few advis'dly do respect the pains (Since obiects want where he might use his will) Which leade to vertue, and religious cares: Turn'd backe as furies shall himselfe affiict, Such fondly are in breeding of their brood, Who still on some just vengeance must inflict. For goods too carefull, carelesse of their good. Christ first doth show how he rebell'd above, Yet oft they faile even in that temporall end, From whence espell’d with a deserv'd disgrace, Who seeke by riches to secure their race, He straight did tempt the man whom God did love, Which by their death doth it at last attend, As he had done to make him loose his place; And long-sought conquests waste in little space; Then all the meanes(that bate could hatch)did prove, Where indigence and education bend, (No cause first given) to persecute bis racę; Some left more poore, each way for wealth do trace, Though God had told that one of them at last Which oftentimes, the syre's damnation's price, Should punish him for all offences past.
But strengthneth his that they may follow vice. Of all his course when casting up the scroules, Nor is this glistring course the safest way, They finde each moment did some harme conspire, By which to stand, one stablish may a state, That (even when dying) he distress'd weake soules, Since it oft times the owner doth betray So that no end could mitigate his ire ;
To vice and envy, an inviting baite, Bat Christ the same for ever now controules, So that they thus are tempted more to stray, And damnes him straight to Hell's eternall fire: Or are o’rethrowne by some man's hopefull hate : Where with bis angels he must alwayes stay,
Thus riches swolne with pride is crush'd by spite, As long reserv'd in chaines for that great day. Or doth (made soft) dissolve the owner quite. This damned squadron sentenc'd thus to Hell,
Some foolish fathers with prepostrous love, The godly doe applaud Christ's just decree, (To flattring children too indulgent still) And his great judgment with amazement tell, Even by their favour pestilent doe prove, Which by effects they ravish'd are to see;
Like toying apes that doe with kindenesse kill, Their approbation doth content him well,
Who whil'st they them should by their judgement As assisters whom he admits to bee.
Are carried head-long with the others' will: (move, O what contentment do their soules imbrace, And must their griefe by any meanes appease, Who now to judge the rest with him take place! Not striving to instruct, but how to please. They now behold some of the wicked sort, Their off-spring's course each parent should direct, Who straight the worst that Hell can yeeld attend, And as a patterne by example lead: With whose vaine pride no creature could comport, Then when they faile in yeelding due respect, Whilst them for happy worldlings did commend; As insolent by too much favuur made, Yet were their pleasures but both deare and short, They should rebuke, reforme, and last correct; Yea often times before themselves did end :
For, better then whil'st quicke, to waile them dead: And by their suffrage, now they stand condemn'd, Who would preserve, must many times annoy, Whom they as abject many times contemn'd. Where those that dote by sparing doe destroy. Some now with glory eminently sit,
Amongst the rest, some here their moane doe make, As Christ's deare friends, though here of humblerace, Whom parents' strictnesse did from good restraine, Whom they had scorn'd for fellowes to admit, That of their state would no compassion take, Or at their table to have taken place;
Nor lend the meanes that might their life maintaine ; Yea, would have thought it for their state not fit, But (as their coyne) did keep their countnance backe Them with a signe of least regard to grace:
For wretchednesse, yet other grounds did faine:
By which in children such ill thoughts were bred, But thousands here with anguish curse all those, That they to mischiefe easily were led.
Who had in charge their safety to procure,
Yet did their course to fit the time compose, What gallants thus did perish in their prime, And errours grosse most grosly did endure: By desp'rate wayes whil'st ventring for reliefe, So that their flocke, when falling never rose, And prov'd (though little might have help'd in But suffred were to live in sinne secure: time)
And they to Heaven could hardly others leade, A bloudy murtherer, or an abject thiefe ;
Whose selves to court the world all means had made. Till at the last damn'd for some filthie crime, As venging this, they forc'd their father's griefe: Since robbers are abhorr'd (as beasts prophane) (With infamy when com'd to end their race) Who steale but stones which to the church belong; Whil'st left an heire unto his heire's disgrace? Pretended priests that sprituall states attaine,
Like waspes with bees, crept boly hives among, And many thus dispers'd in forraine parts, Who wasting honey, poyson give againe; Have sold their souls that they their lives might Are (as farre worse) accus'd for doing wrong; save,
Since they barre others from ministring grace, Who (whilst by want) expos'd to all men's arts, Yet (save in coats and rents) not use the place When they by ruine onely help could have, Against their knowledge, and against their hearts, Some who (their hearers swaying where they would) In spite of conscience, did religion leave:
Could force affections, comfort, and deject, And would (though first asham'd) at last grown With learned lectures eloquently told, strong,
(Though flourish'd faire, not fruitfull in effect) Ere scorn'd for changing, justifie a wrong.
Are highly tax'd, that they (when thus extold)
What taught to others, did themselves neglect : O, what contentment shall those parents finde! And given to vice (brought comparatively in) Who for all those whom to the world they bring, They lost that freedome which rebukes for sinne. Still mildly rigorous, and austerely kinde, (Excesses barr'd) do seek each needfull thing, And how can any man another move And do plant early in the tender minde,
To fye those dainties that with him are rife, -The love of God, whose praise at last they sing. Who talke of temperance, yet vaine pleasures love, All those with Christ thrice happy now do stand, Call peace a blessing, whilst they live at strife, Who thus did strive how to increase that band. Praise deeds of almes, yet avaritious prove,
Chast but in words, not cmtinent in life? Great magistrates by sundry are accus'd,
Of such th' excellency is all in art, For feare, for love, for gaine, or some such end, Whil'st vertue but their tongue, vice hath the heart. Who had that power due by their charge not usid, To purge the land of them who did offend ; Such (following Cain's way) like Core exclaime, Who (when by pardons having them excus'd) By Balaam's wages, to deceit inclin'd; Their faults (as favour'd) seem'd to recommend: Sea's raging waves, still foaming forth their shame, There where examples should with terrour strike, Clouds void of water, carried with the wind, This did tempt others to attempt the like.
Trees without fruit, spots which the faith defame,
As wandringstarres whose course hath thein desigo'd: When insolency kills, or doth oppresse,
Of such did Enoch prophesy of old, Those guilty are of each ensuing harme,
That which this judgement doth at last unfold. Who curbe them not who do the laws transgresse, Ere indignation generous courage warme;
Those stumbling blockes, rockes which with ruine When parties wrong'd must needs themselves re
Destruction's traynes, obnoxious unto all, Whil'st lack of justice doth them justly arme: Not onely with the rest, are damo'd to Hell, As bound by credit vengeance to procure,
Whose threatned torments quaking soules appall, The braving object scorning to endure.
But railing at them many thousands tell,
How they had beene the meanes to make them fall: When great offendors iustice not removes, “ This wretched comfort, the afflicted love, And chiefly them by whom to death one bleeds, That for their faults, they others may reprove." Since, given to broils, such persons no man loves, And each occasion still more mischiefe breeds; But though they thus to make their faults seem lesse, Their safety many a time their ruine proves : The Lord himselfe, the divels and men doe blame, For malefactors, whil'st that their misdeeds All doth afford no helpe for their distresse, Repentance expiats, made happy so,
Nor workes it pitty, but augments their shame: Do (as from beds) to Heaven from scaffolds go. Like anguish doth their fellow partners presse,
And others doe with shouts their joyes proclaime: Thus in like sort they blame some masters now, Thus quite neglected in a desp'rate state, Who them with whom they had by power prevail'd, They by contesting, but procure more hate. Not unto God, but to themselves made bow, If not to them, not caring how they fail'd; As some (by sentence when condemn'd to dye) And did sometimes command, at least allow By gazing troupes and friends, hemm'd round about, Those faults whose fruits to profit them avail'd; The executioner attending by, Such soules as pretious should have beene preserv'd, The coffin gaping, and the hatchet out, Who were God's creatures, though that them they Th'earth sometimes view,looke sometimes to the sky, serv'd.
And, loth to leave them, doe pretend some doubt:
Which thy must cleare, as which concernes their / From this sad sentence, backe to the Stygian state, crime,
What horrid clamour sounds the last retreat. So glad to gaine some space from posting time.
If for affaires which mutuall good impart, The wicked thus (it seemes) could wish to stay, A little way till some few houres be runne, The full performance of Christ's great decree, Kinde wives and husbands doe but chance to part, As loth to leave this (though most fearefull) day, A friend from frend, a mother from her sonne, The last of light that they shall ever see ;
So sensibly with tender thoughts all smart, The eyes' deare objects vanish must away; That love is glad to have soine moments wonne: No prospect more for them can pleasant be: “ Prizd by privations, beings are held deare, No wonder though they seeke to shift a space, And presence pretious, absence makes appeare. Their dreadfull entry to that driry place.
O blacke divorce, even worse then thoughts can But such delayes can yeeld their soules no ease,
faine ! Who rack'd by conscience, inwardly doe smart; Griefe past expressing, losse above all bounds, Save all to suffer, not what to appease,
Tbey now must part who never meet againe, No other thought can harbour in their heart; And straight to goe where horrour most abounds, That glorious face which doth the godly please, from sight of pleasure ravish'd unto paine, To them strange feares with horrour doth impart: No wonder though they bowle forth dolorous sounds : So that their present paine hath so much force, Who must this cheereful light with darkenesse They scarce imagine any can be worse.
Saints' joyes first seene, to make their state more Those who were swift to sinne, to goodnesse slow, And onely striv'd in folly to exceed,
”Twixt parents, brethren, sisters, kindred, friends, O! when they finde that which they justly owe, And all those bands which mortals held most deare; The endlesse paines which ended joyes doe breed ! The naturall love (worne out of date) quite ends, They, as they alwaies liv'd like beasts below, Eternally whil'st separated here; Would gladly now that they were beasts indeed : That strict regard which tender passion bends, To scape the Hell whose horrours then are seene, None of the godly now can make draw neere Who wish their being never to have beene,
To any one of those whom dama'd they see,
Though ty'd by nature in the first degree. When looking backe how traines of treach'rous houres
The bed's deare partners here, each fortune's mate, (As mines) at unawares had blowne up all,
Who once (heart's joy) sunke in the bosome slept; And blasted oft (ere ripe) fraile pleasure's flowres,
Some daudled children, doted on of late, Whose time hath beene so short, whose joy so small; Whom with such care too tender parents kept; They wonder now how they could spend their Companions earst who swayd the minde's conceit, pow'rs,
All now are left, and they no teare have wept: In gayning toyes to such a tyrant thrall,
Who praise God's judgement which this parting Which hath them made, that happinesse to misse,
wrought: Where still eternity abounds in blisse.
His love hath swallow'd up each other thought.
All longing mindes for what they much require, But by this meanies the reprobate are mov'd,
lov d, By giving way to man's infirmc desire,
Who having seen their happinesse before, His course contractd few moments thus would And having heard their losse by them approv'd, spend :
Who once had wish'd them well, but then abhor: And thus to gaine some flying fortunes soone,
This grieves their soule, till they for abguish groane, His life by what he wish'd would be undone. And though to Hell, are earnest to be gone. The loving youth whose brest with thoughts doth Whilst stormy conscience holds invective bookes, burne,
That th' inward sight can onely reade of ire, Would lose whole yeares to have one night's delight; O! how doe heavy eyes with lingring lookes, The merchant waiting for his shippe's returne, Prom world's last prospects languishing retire? Not opely dayes, but winds as slow doth cite;- A windy cloud of sighes, each mouth forth smokes, The greedy usurer, só to serve his turne,
As burning, even ere entring in the fire: (Save termes for payment) all dayes else would They are not blinde, yet better so to be, quite:
Since Heaven, nor Earth, they never more shall see. Since these for pleasure lavish are of life, What would they doe, whose miseries are rife? The raging fiends all girt with foaming snakes,
Doe haste them downe together with their charge, But whil'st too late, the wicked count their dayes, Whereas no porter any hindrance makes, Which (ere they wakened) vanish like a dreame, They passe Hell's deeps, attending on no barge; (So to remove the meanes of all delayes)
This thronging troup at dreadfull earth-quakes Their sentence given, an angell doth proclaime,
quakes, The which with feare each countnance quite dis- Whil'st gaping gulphes doe make an entry large : mayes,
All looking backe as loth to leave the light, And they in darkenesse haste to bide their shame: Are at an instant swallowed out of sight.
THE ELEVENTH HOURL.
Want would but grieve where feeling will torment,
The minde with wormes, with wounds the body rept.
The sentenc'd squadron must retyre alone,
In dungeons darke eternally to smart,
Where they still bounded heavily must grope, THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGEMENT.
Wbilst not one moment can repose impart;
That from the gudly they divided are,”
But curiousnesse no satisfaction gets,
When searching out the mysteries of Hell;
At least no where it with assurance sets,
But ghosts to paine from pleasure doth expell;
And with the rest who fall in fancie's nets, The sensuall creatures' senses here are brought, By what once pleas'd, now to be rack'd with paine: For that to others which these lines would show,
No wonder though I doubt their state to tell :
I labour that my selfe may never know,
Whilst frowning Heavens by day night's colours Whis'st vandring now where I can finde no light,
reare; Of guests below the damned state to mark, Till scarce some flashes can point out the skie; No raving Ethnick can direct me right,
So that as Hell inflicting harme and feare, Whose selfe is captive in the dungeon's darke; By thunder-bolts, and haile, troups tortured Ire: Yet, all Hell's horrours can me not affright, Thus in effect, affinity they hold Though serpents hisse, 'and Cerberus do barke; By light, and darknesse, horrour, heat, and cold. But lest I stagger, and be still in doubt, I must go seek some guide to leade me out. That cloudy clymate (hatching stormes when faire)
May still foule spirits where first they fell restraine, Deare Saviour, thou who thence my soule to quite And wretched soules to have with them their share, Exposed wast a prey to paine and scorne,
Of substance light, (though stayn'd) may mount Whil'st beaten, mock'd, and spitted at in spite,
againe ; Made vinegar to drink, and crown'd with thorne; Since Sathan hath beene held lord of the ayre, Then sweating bloud, encrimson'd beautie's white, He last may smart where he so long doth raigne : Till all Hell's horrours constantly were borne; And though suppos'd a parable to be, Thou, onely thou, canst this discovery make, Why might not Abraham there the glutton see? Who forc'd her forts, and turn'd in triumph backe.
If God thus hang that monstrous masse of night, O Sonne of God, be thou my guide, and cleare In which to pine the tortur'd bands are throwne, The cloudy cloisters of Tartarian deeps,
The hoasts of Heaven importing virtuall light, That (drawn from darknesse) plainly may appeare, May pierce Hell's clouds, till all their guests be From what strange torments thine thy suffring knowne, keepes,
With mutuall prospects, interchanging sight, Who (marking this afarre) may not come neare, By other's states that both may judge their owne: Where teeth shall gnash, where th' eye for ever “What is oppos'd, compar'd, brings truth to light: weeps;
When set with shadowes,stars doesbine more bright." But trust in thee, and fie sinne's tempting snare, Not too secure, nor falling in despaire.
O how the godly triumph would with joy!
Whil'st compassing that damned band about, That place for paine so fearfull to the minde, To see the fiends their furies all imploy, That dreames of it have desperation wrought, Till ghosts with dreadfull cryes confus’dly shout; Hath beene by some (to search such deeps inclin'd) They with no sigh their pittied plaints convoy, No locall ground, but a privation thought : Though earst knowne friendɛ, all kindenesse then From God secluded, yet no where confin'd,
worn out; As damned souls were to some freedome brought: But straight shall praise (transported from the place) No paine impos’d, but to be barrid God's sight, In them God's justice, in themselves his grace. Hell so made darke, as Sunne's remove breeds night.
A place below the chiefe of northerne starres,
To fit the Hell a situation yeelds, Not onely wretches banish'd from God's face, Which passengers from passing further barres, In endlesse anguish languishing remaine,
By desolate and melancholy fields, Whil'st apprehending in that dreadfull place, And navigation absolutely marres, How saints above with God in glory raigne; Whilst there from harme no kinde of shelter shields: But they must bave with horrour, griefe, disgrace, Not that the ocean doth too stormy prove, As want of pleasure, so a sense of paine :
No, bat because that it can no way move.
The liquid kingdome all becoining dry,
Th’Earth must have fire, of which, to serve our turne, Farre distant shores (as if cimented) meet, Both superficiall parts and entrails burne. The waves all dead entom'd in crystall lye, Not having power to drowne, no, not to weet, Whil'st barren beauty doth delude the eye,
Vaine Pagans did in every fancy fixe, And slippery firmenesse doth betray the feet,
That stygian darkenesse diverse foods did bound, Which both on fouds and solid grounds they set,
And all their gods did sweare by dreadfull Styx, And yet can neither earth nor water get.
That straight their oath in Lethe might be drown'd;
These waters with so many things did mixe, Amidst that large inhabitable zone,
Ere they could reach the centre of the ground, Where raging winter doth admit no bounds,
That stain'd and poison'd whilst estrang'd from th'
aier, Perchance (for terrour) tbe Tartarian throne, With strengthlesse beames the flying Sunne sur
They filtày were (no doubt) when once come there. And (as if thousands multipli'd a grone) [rounds, There sulph'rous Vulcan's roare continuall sounds: Since (by conjectures with much travell sought) Whil'st ghosts do never sleep, yet alwaies dreame, This fearefull place none can precisely know, Rack'd by remorse with griefe, past sense of shame. Then bywhat meanes from darknesse can be brought,
Those mysteries which some dare seeke to show? But that great God on whom this all depends, The roome indeed may justly large be thought, And (as he pleaseth) quickly fades or springs, Where all the wicked should be lodg'd below: Even with a thought can compasse all his ends, Though to their cliants devils do much reveale, Not daigning to take helpe of temporall things, Yet they for frighting them Hell's state conceale. And yet to worke what ever he intends, Each creature straight a contribution brings :
They (as great pleasures) painting out their paines, He in new moulds can cast the world againe,
By foolish fables please vaine vulgars much, Make beauty ugly, what gave joy, give paine.
With gorgeous gardens, and elysian plaines,
Which (like themselves) cannot abide the touch; Earst Adam's Eden, pleasure's speciall ground,
Then will they seeme (this reputation gaines) World's quint-essence, the garden of the Lord,
Fawnes, Silvans, Satyres, Faries, Nymphes, and such: The pretious stone of this enameld round,
That fooles may hope to be (whilst spoil'd of sense) Which God did guard as with his treasures stor’d,
Gods, demi-gods, and heroes, when gone hence. It now turn'd common earth (by flouds since drown'd) Of what it was no token doth afford : That dainty vale which curious Lot did chuse,
What then confusion doth more mischiefe bring, Did soone grow loathsome, all the world's refuse.
As oft hath beene made knowne in every age?
And it in Hell would seeme a-needefull thing, Those parts below which most delight the eye, To torture them who there beare Satan's badge, As pleasant, fertile, crown'd with flowres, or streames, from which in darknesse, grosse effects must spring, Where nature doth with many colours dye Where desp'rat troupes(past hope of helpe) doe rage; Her curious robes, all bright with glistring beames, Yet even in it some order shall be found, Some there at last may greater torments try, Though Chaos darkning, Babel to confound. Then Sathan can devise, or mankinde dreames : And it would stand with justice in these times That all should suffer where they wrought their Though (as elsewhere) distinguish'd in degree,
The world may thinke, amidst that damned crue, crimes,
Each one doth reape that which to him is due ; But th'Earth oreburden'd, must to sinne give place, When law below a party doth pursue,
Their paines may differ, yet their griefe agree;, If so commanded by the world's great ludge, Loe, how we all who fondly love her face,
As crimes require, the judges do decree : Most at the last within her bosome lodge! (race, How huge be these which Heil's blacke hostes attend?
Since God on Earth so many plagues doth send, But them she swallow'd quicke, though Abraham's Who tempting God against bis will did grudge: All sinnes engrossed in one, what monstrous weight This crystall spheare, the lanterne of the sight, May soone sinke thousands to the centre straight! A generall spie that every thing doth marke, Who knowes but th’ Earth, which still men wastes Of all man's body the most heavenly sparke,
I doubt, if drawing, or dispersing light,
The life of beauty, nature's glories height,
Which straight (wben clos'd) makes all the world
seme dark, of dreadfull earth-quakes, and of restlesse winds,
It of chiefe pleasures doth the centre prove, Which, schismes in schooles, no satisfaction breeds, Both from the Earth below, and Heaven aboue. The deepe's deepe mystery none clearly finds : Whilst bent to study who doth thousands teach, Seas compast him who could their course not reach. Those sunnes of sences, mirrours of the minde,
The windows of the heart till light doth faile, The fertile Earth for that infernall seate
How bodies may be glorifi'd we find, May furnish stuffe to feede the flames apace, Since their perfection doth so much prevaile; For, as without, Sunne's active beames do beat, These dainty lights which have so sweetely shin'd, Till plentie's horne doth garnish every place; Though cleere like diamonds, like crystall fraile, So it would seeme, within, some vigorous heate While as abus'd by them that were unjust, Of metalls strong doth breed the rockie race : Did turne to starres of pride and fames of lust.