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By them the wretch to avarice was swai'd, And he was said a sacrifice to smell,
Externall objects tempting the desire;

In which sweet incense chiefly did excell.
By them the heari to envy was betrai'd,
And made to hate what it could not acquire; Those (though extorting nature's usuall store)
Their sight urg'd sengeance whilst it did upbraid That were perfum'd with artificiall things,
Such brests as boil'd with a vindictive ire,

In place of what affected was before, By them (as dores) much mischiefe entred in, A filthy stench perpetually there stings; The baits, the bauds, the guides, the gates of sinne. This sinke of sinne which theirs so oft made more,

The dregs of all the world together brings: These eyes that did so oft to vice invite,

Whose scent, though loathsome now, endore they (Whil'st still attracting, or directing wrong)

must, Now barr'd from all which did them once delight, Who (weakning courage thus) gave strength to lust. Where fearefull monsters for confusion throng; Them from some paine no moment can acquite, Those to the taste who did their judgement give, For objects strange infortunately strong:

And (more then nature) fancy striv'd to feed, Prodigious sights since still they must indure, What creatures daily dy'd that they might live, Like owles (night's driry birds) in caves obscure. Who would for pompe or gluttony exceed,

And curious were all courses to contrive, In place of beauty (wbich did earst bewitch) How sawces strange an appetite might breed : “The foaming fiends came charg'd with crawling While as the poore did starve (they thus at feasts) snakes;

And could not get what they did give to beasts? For stately roomes a dungeon (dropping pitch) Doth contribute to the Tartarian lakes;

Though food for maint'nance none shall need below, And for companions (groaning in a ditch)

Yet gluttons' mindes by longing are turmoild; À number burns, and yet for cold still quakes. And many meats may mustred be in show, Eyes thus have no reliefe, not when they weep, All fry'd in flames, or in Cocytus boil'd, But (though in darknesse) they still see, wot sleep. Which straight (when neare to touch) devils may

oretbrow ; This living lab'rinth entertaining sounds,

Or they may be by monstrous barpies spoild ; By severall tornes, till made for hearing fit, Or (as from Tantalus the apple slips) (Lest otherwise, if rude, words might give wounds) Such tempting objects may delude their lips. Which (thus prepar'd) they by degrees admit; These bring the stuffe on which the judgement These druukards that have drown'd their wits in As ready porters that support the wit; [grounds, wine, And oft with pleasure smooth amicting care, (Till, quite benumn'd, they long ere dying dye) Whil'st dainty voices quintessence the aire. Whil'st tortur'd now continually to pine,

As in a feaver (loe) they burning lye: These oft (like strumpets dissolutely strong). If roaring flames a puddle could designe, Are prostituted, suffring what is foule;

They for a drop to quench their thirst would cry: Then mediating 'twixt a tempting tongue

That this to mark it might our judgement leade, And fraile desires, all goodnesse oft controul : The like entreaty one to Abraham made. They first corrupted do seduce to wrong, And poure (like pleasure) poyson in the soule: These dainty fingers entertain'd by pride, By them assaulting sinne doth breach the heart, Whose sense (though grosse) was pleas'd in sundry As of the body still the weakest part.


Which could no touch save what was soft abide, This is the myne which doth blow up the minde, Oft us'd for avarice, or wanton sports, Gainst sense, or reason's charge, a guardlesse way, Those now in vaine would strive themselves to hide, To lust, to fraud, or faults of any kinde,

Which (whil'st stretch'd forth as cruell paine transWhich all the strength by treaties doth betray;

ports) As Sathan soone in Paradise did finde,

Where fearfull darknesse doth no light admit, In Evah's care who first in ambush lay;

May unawares some fiend or serpent hit.
This patent entry can hold nothing out, [doubt.
But braves brave minds with grounds for feare or Some who below had domineer'd of late,

In wealth abounding, by abundance cloy'd,
This spirituall taster, understanding's eye, (moanes, whilst (pleasures purchas'd at too high a rate)
(Growne needlesse now amongst these hopelesse As want did others, surfeits them annoy'd ;
Since all well known, none then can further try) They (wanting stomacke) did not feed but eate,
In place of musicke that did charme it once, Till faint, and dull, what had, they not enjoy'd;
Heares teeth to gnash, and howling creatures cry, Those naked now in misery remaine,
Redoubling sobs, and melancholy groanes : And nothing rests, save never resting paine.
For dreadfull sounds who can imagine more?
There fiends and men (still rack’d) together roare. The lazie man whose memory time foils,

As wanting sinews, who could scarcely move, That dainty sense which comfort doth the braines, Whom faintnesse, and not pride, did keep from toils, And all the vitall sprits more pregnant make, Save abject ease who nothing else did love; Which (when the aire a grosse corruption staines) Now when his foot at every step still broils, Doth by sweet odours drive the danger backe, If but to change, of force must restlesse prove: It with the Lord so highly pris'd remaines, And lest he languish with too dull a paine, That be himselfe in it doth pleasure take: By bodkins hot tormented may remaine. :

These bauty mindes, whose swelling thoughts were | And of all things should greatest feare impart,
That still in state they gloried to be seene; (such, Since it bewrayes the vilenesse of the heart.
So richly cloath'd, that it had griev'd them much,

They faine that one continually doth feele
If on their garments any spot had beene;
So dainty then that they disdain'd to touch,

His smarting entrails by a vulture torne;

A stone (still toss'd) another faint makes reele, Farre lesse to lye, or sit, on parts uncleane:

And braving food a famish'd mouth doth scorne; And whil'st presuming on their wealth or race,

Ambition's type is rack'd upon a wheele, Were alwayes striving how to take their place.

Still barr'il from rest, since backe or forward borne;

In vaine these sisters tosse the Stygian deep, Those on themselves who did so fondly dote,

Who must bestow on that which cannot keep. And tbeir vile carkasse curious were to grace, Though (like the flowres which frailty do denote) But yet these torments which the world did faine, But must'ring beauty for a little space;

In sinners' minds a just remorse to breed, They never care how much the minde they blot, From working mischiefe that they might refraine, So they of nature (during life's short race) Whilst they strive how for horrour to exceed: May help defects by art's defective aid,

As onely forg'd, is but a painted paine, The soule to sinne by vanity betraid.

If match'd with these that must be felt indeed :

Which so extremely breed the soul's distresse, They nature's need could not by sleep supply, That even the suffrer can it not expresse. Save in faire roomes which pleasure did procure; Each vulgar object straight did wound their eye,

What height of words were able to dilate Whose tender sight no grosse thing could endure;

The severall torments that are used below? They well attended softly sought to lye,

Each sense must suffer what it most doth hate, Though so more sumptuous, and the lesse secure:

The Stygian forge whil'st forming furies blow; Not thinking how when dead they straight should Short pleasures purchas'd at a hideous rate, have,

They still (yet not discharg'd) pay what they owe: Wormes for companions, and for bed a grave.

“ All sorts of sinnes since none can well recount,

No doubt Hell's paines in number must surmount. Loe, now retir'd amid'st Tartarian caves, With driry shadows in eternall night,

These mysteries, which darknesse doth enfold, They lodge more low then some that were their slaves, Or who can know what ground is fit to hold,

What mortall colours can expresse them right? As sinking farre, since falling from a height;

Where contraries do with confusion fright? And every fiend them (as their equall) braves,

Some laid on flames not see, yet quake for cold; With mocks remembring of their wonted might: They, they through flames with scourging whips To comfort it no quality retaines,

Thus fire doth burne, but cannot cleare with light: them drive,

But multiplies in all that may give paines.
The which to flie in boiling deeps they dive.
Smooth beautia's groundswhich did so much delight, A possibility bow this may prove;

Though seeming strange, imagination frames
From pleasant plains with furrows gathered in, No busie breath then irritating flames, [move :
By fire, or filth, are now disfigur'd quite,

Doth make them waste the meanes by which they Till they become as ugly as their sinne ;

Whil'st want of aire fire's lightning fury tames, Aud (persecuted with continuall spite)

That it no way can vent it selfe above: Hot pitch and brimstone drop upon their skinne:

Though all the brightnesse be entomb'd in smoak, But such a losse as this, paine quickly bounds,

It lacks but beauty, may both burne and chuak. The feeling, not the fancy, them confounds.

Some member then perchance extremely smarts, The Heaven's great Judge, in all things who is just, A captive compass'd with encroaching fire, [hearts, Each paine imposed severally designes;

(What here doth fright, may then confound all The proud (trod down) lye wallowing in the dust ; Chiefe element for executing ire:) The glatton starves; by thirst the drunkard pines; And yet cold snakes (enfolding other parts) The lecherous burne, but not as earst with lust; May make the bloud all languishing retire: The wretch in vaine to covet still inclines;

What stormie clymate can afford this seat, Who did God's day to violate contest,

Where both they freeze for cold, and rage for heat. No iubile or sabbath yeelds them rest.

The secret nature of this fire to finde,
O how each soule most highly doth abhorre Of some who curious were the thoughts did crosse;
The fault which them to this confusion sends! If it were spirituall, how to be confinde
Which (though they would) they now can use no In Hell for torture of terrestriall drosse:
Yet, onely one, even at this time not ends ; [more, Then if materiall, and to waste inclin'd,
Those who were given to blasphemy before, Could soules be reach'd by such a substance grosse?
They still curse God, their parents and their friends; For all impressions working paine or feare,

This sinne which malice, and not weaknesse breeds, Must have an object fit their blows to beare.
In height, in place, and time, all else exceeds.

The fiends from fire (some thinke) must needs scape That vice in Hell the reprobate may use,

free, Which from the minde all kinde of goodnesse blots, Whose subtle substance none can touch with hands, Each other fault some colour may excuse,

Yet, they (as lords) distinguish'd in degree, Whilst baited fancy, on some pleasure dotes ; Can (tossing th' aire) disturbe both seas and lauds; But blasphemy the furies do infuse,

They bodies have the which may taken be, In miades perverse, which as a badge it notes, And have a being capable of bands :

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The Devill was bound a thousand yeares time past, Flames' torrent doth but drowne, not burne the Pell, And shall for ever live in chains at last.

And, at a height, can neither sinke nor swell. The sprits of th' aire may beare a burden light, One fire for all shall here God's power expresse, Whose course impulsive sometimes makes it known; Which doth from divers diversly extort; The aire enflam'd (when Phoebus takes the height) So heats the Sunne, thougb all alike it presse, Is apt to burne, and fames by it are blowne; As bodies are dispos'd, or can comport; Or, since of late, so to delude the sight,

And, things combustible, burne more or lesse, They borrow'd shapes (if wanting of their owne) As dry, or humid, in a sundry sort : All may be forc'd of bodies to admit,

Thus severall paines each danned soule endures, As loads, or jayls, for suffring onely fit.

As (aptly tempering) guiltivesse procures. As soules (whilst here) have beene to bodies bound, And that their suffrings may augment the more And when next joyn'd shall never part againe ; When fully capable of being pin'd, By fire's condensed Aames in Hell's vast round, The Lord each sense and member doth restore, III sprits at last imbodied may remaine,

(Enabling so the lame, the deafe, the blinde) Which both may strictly presse, and deeply wound, To every one that wanted thein before, A weight, a prison, so redoubling paine:

That they of paine the greatest height may fide : They if thus match'd, have but a passive part, At least to show their griefe each tortur'd soule Who burn'd, not warm’d, do onely live to smart. Must then have eyes to weepe, a tongue to bowle. How farre doth this transcend the reach of wit, That faculty inhabiting the braine, That bodies then continually shall burne,

Though once a comfort now becomes a crosse, Yet not diminish, whilst on flames they sit, The onely meanes that can bring time againe, But though quite swallow'd, not to dust do turne; Though serving but to cast accounts of losse; That racks their course no moment intermit,

The nurse of knowledge, universall chaine, Yet cap a wretch not dye, but lives to mourne?

Which in small bounds all kind of things can tosse; Dea'h still doth wound, but hath no power to kill, It was a mirrour to direct the mind, They want his good, and onely have his ill. But then, damn'd soules to suffer more doth biod. I have beheld a cheating fellow stand,

Those sinnes that once so pleasant did appeare, To sell some oyle that he resery'd in store,

The dandled idols of a doating heart, And in the presence of a thronging band,

Then all the ugly fiends that stand thern Deare, By vertue of some drug was us'd before,

More hatefull now doe make the wretches smart, In melted lead straight boldly rush his hand,

Who curst themselves that could such guests hold Then fall downe groveling, as to move no more:

deare, Yet quickly rose by cosening art kept sound,

Though no remorse, what griefe dotk this impart! As if strange vertue in his oyle were found.

First looking backe, then on their present state,

When they must thinke what they had bin of late. If man (weake man) by meanes of question'd art,

They finde those pleasures that did them betray, May fortifie against the force of heat,

As dreames and shadowes, readie to descend, That ye may suffer thus, and yet not smart;

Even, in imbracing, vanishing away, May not the Lord (omnipotently great)

A fancie first, an extasie in end, A quality (when as he list) impart,

Whose vanity the issue did bewray, To all the guests of Pluto's ugly seat:

Hopes left farre short of what they did attend; That (freez'd in fire) they burne yet not decay,

And all enticements that to this alur'd,
Do pine, not dye, as monsters every way?

A loathing still or wearinesse procur'd
What us'd to waste, not having power to warme, They now remember every time and place,
Of three that were amid'st a fornace plac'd,

That by their meanes a mischiefe was deris'd, No member, fire, no, not one haire did harme,

And how they needs would madly runne their race, By raging flames, though every where embrac'd: All admonitions scornefully despis'd; The Lord their force did so in secret charme,

They proudly quensh'd the sparkes of kindling grace, That they (as set in gold) his servants gracd;

And hated them that any good advis'd, And in such sort when pleas'd himselfe to serve, Then laugh'd at them as most ridiculous fooles, By ruipe's engines he can thus preserve.

That sought to learne when having left the schooles. That force of fire did not effectuall prové,

Of counsels past that any parent gave, Elias' body did with pompe display, [move; A schoole master, a preacher, or a friend; A wipglesse weight whil'st it through th' aire did Each circumstance now fresh in mind they have, Th' earth divers times her burden did betray, And how that then it highlie did offend, (save, By swallowing that which she did beare above; When meanes were us'd that they their soules might And Peter's feet on flouds found solid way: Who did to ruiné obstinately tend: Each element we see when God directs,

They loath'd instruction, and rebukes did hate, To nature contrary can breed effects.

As which (thus tax'd) their value did abate. Fire's torturing power, in the Tartarian cave, Some words that entered at a carelesse eare, Doth need for help no irritating blast,

And in the minde could no impression make, And wanting food no excrement can have; That they in judgment true record might beare, For fed by nothing, it doth nothing waste

Then in the soule a secret seate did take, An ominous torch in Pluto's gaping grave, Which now (discovered) cruelly they teare, Not more, nor lesse, it still alike doth last; When (out of time still) making it looke back :

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“ Neglected warnings must remembred be, They lesse then servants, worse then beasts, are At last to binde, since first they could not free."

slaves :

“ The gallye's fall is lower then the graves.” Whilst restlesse wormes doe gnaw the minde within, Externall torments racking other parts,

All kinde of paines that mortalls can comprise, Some fiend beside that had provok'd their sinne,

The least below exceedingly exceed; (What treacherous guest to harbour iu men's The bed that rack'd all whom it did surprise; To aggravate their anguish doth beginnė, [hearts!) The stalles whereas each horse man's flesh did feed; And though with them in like estate be smarts; The bull, and all that tyrants did devise, Yet wonted malice making silence breake,

Which yet in mindes (when nam'd) must horrour He thus upbrayding them may chance to speake.

breed, « What travells huge have I for you indur'd,

They all (if joyn'd) could not such paine import, By bending all my meanes of power and skill,

As in the Hell's one moment can extort. That satisfaction might be so procur'd, For every wish of yours (though changing still) But yet all paines which corporall plagues impose In pleasure's deepes ye lay by me secur'd, On senses fraile, dispatching life in post, Who both directed and obey your will;

Are as in time, by ineasure short of those, And as ye earst would not abandon mee,

Which must at last defray sinpe's fatall cost, In spite of paine I shall your partner bee. Whilst ravenous thoughts (excluded from repose)

Doe oft revolve what happinesse they lost : “ All what ye crav'd was compast by my care, The minde would wish a lethargy in vaine, Who onely labour'd to content your mind ; That it eclips'd might never cleare againe. There wanted not a creature that was fayre, When curious thoughts to wantonnesse inclin'd; They now remember then, when forc'd to part, While kindling wrath for vengeance did prepare, (The sentence given, and execution crav'd) A fitt occasion was by me design'd:

From Christ's bright face, which with a heavy heart To make you rich how many have beene spoil'd,

They first did see, as by the object brav'd ; That you might idle be whilst still I toilai

What height of glory he did straight impart, « And your contentment was to me so deare,

To happy bands that by his bloud were sav'd:

When this the wicked have with envy seene,
That when some striv'd your courses to restraine,
I would not let you their perswasions heare,

It makes them marke what they might once have

But made the preacher spend his power in vaine,
And still (obsequiously attending neare)
What was suggested ready to maintaine ;

The parts earst knowne, they many times compare,

With these below where they in anguish lye; Your purposes to such perfection brought,

Their recreations taken in the ayre, That of all men you were most happie thought.

Whil'st Heaven for prospect ravish did the eye; “Since ye for joy bave oft almost been mad, Their walkes on fields adorn'd with beauties rare, Of which some taste, ye cannot but reserve,

Whose crystall flouds did emulate the skie, What wonder now though ye againe be sad, And all the creatures both by sea and land, Who justly suffer what ye did deserve ?

Which they for use or pleasure might command. But I who never any pleasure bad, And as a drudge for you did onely serve:

Since here fraile things, where man from glory fell, Why am I punish'd by superior powers ?

And must to toyles his servile strength imploy, The torment which I feele should all be yours. For all perfections which doe thus excell, " Degener'd soules (though once by God belov'd)

A weeke did make, a moment doth destroy ; That would descend to such a base degree,

This little cottage, where poore slaves doe dwell,

This fatall prison, farre from reall joy ;
I you to please, have thus too carefull provod,
And from an angell daign'd your slave to be,

If it (base earth) in beauty doth abound,
Yet, most ingrate, ye (with my griefe not mov'd)

All pav'd with greene, with gold and azure crown'd, Doe moane your selves, and never pitty me: lust indignation bath so strongly seiz'd,

How gorgeous then must that faire building prove, · I must revenge, but cannot be appeas'd.”

Of endlesse glory which doth lodge the king;

By whom all creatures that have life doe move, These monsters straight to plague all meanes doe From whom all goodnesse and true worth doth ply,


spring; Whilst ratling chaines make all Hell's dungeons To whom enstalPd in crystall seats above, The crawling globes of clustring serpents flye,

A quire of angels Hallelujah sing ; And at an instant both doe lash and sting;

Then they imagine (which doth grieve them more) lo vessels then from deeps that never dry,

What hoasts of saints their Soveraign doe adore. The scalding sulphure they with fury fling: Who can imagine how the wretches mourne, By flouds and dames, that both must boyle and burne? And what their judgement cannot apprehend,

Like birds of darknesse, feeble in the light, A wooden body, membred all with bands,

Their ancient lord on whom they did depend, (When digging seas) of this an embleme showes, Who oft by lyes had drawn them from the right, Of groaning captives whil'st a band in bands, He now tels truth, but with as bad an end, To suffer sure, no hope of guerdon knowes, To doe them mischiefe bending all his might: Whilst them above, their proud commander stands, “ No greater falsehood malice can conceive, With threatning words,fierce looks, and cruell blowes: Then truth to tell, of purpose to deceive.” VOL. V.


He then at large doth labour to dilate

But justice still to goodnesse would direct, What was observ'd in Heaven before his fall, And sparingly sterne rigour doth extend, While he (a creature mighty in the state) To cut them off, that others might infect, Mark'd by his betters, was to envy thrall,

That one's example mauy may amend; And showes the glory there to be more great, Not bent to ruine, onely to correct, Then can be thought, farre lesse express'd at all, All punish'd are, conforme as they offend : And for their losse them with more griefe to charge, And none give doomes more cruell then the crimes, If possibly he could, he would enlarge.

Save fcarefull tyrants at suspected times. Thus doe they weigh their losse with fancies strong, If that great King who all the world doth judge, Which was at first so easie to prevent;

Damne every one who from the light did stray, Then tell to Satan how (suggesting wrong) In endlesse shadowes dririly to lodge, He for their ruine had been alwaies bent,

Salt flouds of griefe inunding every way ; And like a traitor had abus'd them long,

It seemes to some that they have cause to grudge, Till now in end made kuowne by the event: Who trilling things so dearely doe defray, And yet with them amidst one furnace throwne, And for short joyes which but a time did staine, He mockes their paine, though mourning for his owne. Still suffer must intollerable paine. Loe, in this world, men of the stronger sort, To scape from death, or some disgrace they feare, The greater reverence doth from men require;

This from God's judgement derogating nought, Can frustrate justice that would truth extort,

He markes both what they will'd, and what they And, when press'd downe, more high their courage

wrought, Yea, constantly with tortures can comport, (reare,

From wickednesse that never would retire Not daigning once a word, a sigh, a teare:

With divers engines, though sterne paine assailes, Till drawn by death, yea still more time they sought, A generous patience, joyo'd with hope, prevailes.” Their filthy aymes affecting things uncleane,

And if they could have compass'd their desire, But all the fires which still are burning there,

As boundlesse then, had likewise endlesse beene. Where every one a severall torment pines, Doe no way thaw the frosts of cold despaire,

The hand may kill, and yet from bloud be free, Whose raging course no season then confines;

Whil'st casualty, not cruelty, doth arme, No limits are allotted unto care,

And many times the heart may guilty be, To give them ease, no kiode of comfort shines :

Though being hindred from inflicting harme; And though they finde a weight of huge distresse,

The lord of it that every thought doth see, Hope dares not promise that it shall be lesse. When vanity or violence doth charme;

He verdict gives according to their will, What height of horrour must this justly breed, Though never acting, if affecting ill. To meditate upon the last decree? How that the wicked, whom vaine pleasures feed, He knew how much they mischiefe did intend, (By Death disclaym'd) must still tormented be? That vice's current death did onely stay, That which they suffer, doth all bounds exceed, Which otherwise had never had an end, In time, in measure, and in each degree,

As oft their wishes vainely did bewray; So that they oft most earnestly desire,

They who to sinne did all their strength extend, That like to beasts, their being might expire. Should suffer now what possibly they may:

Since him they wrong'd by all the meanesthey might, Some fondly dream'd a superstitious lye,

God punish may with all his power of right. And for Hell's paines, a period did attend, Though Christ's owne words the contrary imply, Loe, treason makes them whom it doth convict, “ Goe, get you gone to fires that never end;" To loose all that they have, yea, urging more, Their shame still lasts, their worme doth never dye, Doth on their off-spring punishments inflict, Their torments' smoake for ever doth ascend : Whose tainted bloud time never can restore: And all of this, that sacred writs report,

This sentence then cannot be counted strict, The paine perpetuall clearely doth import. In torments still, which makes the wicked roare:

It onely plagues themselves, but none of theirs, Though as the wicked wickedly have wrought, Who to themselves in misery are heires. Each one of them a due reward shall have, And when before the Lord in judgement brought, These fearefull tyrants. (jealous of their state) Shall get againe the measure that they gave; Who would by rigour fright the world from change; Yet is their doome by some too rigorous thought, They who did use (the Christian to abate) Who on God's justice would aspersions leave: In persecutions executions strange; And thinke at this they justly may repine,

The inquisition raging now of late, For temporall faults eternally to pipe.

Whom with the worst we may (as cruell) range;

The torments that they did all three contrive, Those that did come to worke in Christ's vine-yard, To one in Hell, can no way neare arrive. All, as in time, in merit differ might, Yet did at last enjoy the like reward,

Not onely are both soule and body pin'd, All having more, none lesse, then was his right; By sympathie which muçuall paine imparts, So those in Hell whom Sathen gets to guard, But each one suffers in a severall kinde, How ever come, are still entomb'd in night: Sprits from within, and from without the bearts ; As Dracon's lawes for every fault gave death, Though much the body, more to racke the minde, Each sinner doth deserve eternall wrath.

New engines are devis'd by which it smarts,

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