In XX. Canto's:
Displaying the Intercourse
and the SOULE.
[...] . S.Greg.Naz. in de Carminib.suis
By JOSEPH BEAUMONT. Mr. in Arts and Ejected Fellow
of S. Peters College in Cambridge .
Printed by John Dawson for George Boddington, and
are to be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lain neer Serjants-Inn
PUBLISHED BY John Dawson.
Note: Canto 1
As when a mighty torrent hasting on,
Is by some sturdy bank forc'd back again,
The waters roar and foam and swell upon
Themselves for spight to see their strength was vain;
So did Potiphera's heart, whose lustfull course
Unshaken Joseph back again did force.
A thousand Passions boiling in her breast
Raise up a tempest of impatient flames.
Still night, which to all others sealeth rest,
Waken her cares; Her bed with torments streams
'Cause Joseph is not there. (O where may we
With heav'nly love a Soule thus wounded see!)
She has no rellish of the dàintiest meat,
But onely on distracted thoughts she feeds;
The spiced wine to other palates sweet
Mocks hers alone, and odious loathing breeds:
Thick sighs and tears from her own mouth and eys
Echo the storm which in her heart did rise.
Oft she renewed her suit, but su'd in vain:
At last grown faint and sick, she ask's him how
He would her Murder answer? Such a stain
Will ill become, said she, thy dainty brow;
In the unnaturall furrows of whose frown
The seeds of my unhappy death are sown.
But when this mov'd him not, who like a Rock
Stood firm upon his solid Chastitie:
Her finall resolution she awoke,
And all her strength with it, that she might be
Provided to correct her loves mishap
By valiant managing her plotted Rape.
Watching her time she takes him all alone,
And harpy-like, one Tallon clapping fast
Upon his Clothes, least hee away should run,
Her other Arm about his neck she cast:
Loose was her Coat, and shewed her more full
Then he desir d to see, or I to tell.
Thou art my prisoner now, said she, as I
Have long bin thine, though thou did'st scorn thy prize;
But I'm resolv'd of thy Captivitie
To make some use: Thou shalt no more despise
My prayers, for I command thee now to be
Whither thou wilt or no, happy with Mee.
Perhaps thy needles Maiden modesty
Stay'd, by thy Lover to be ravished:
Then be it so; But if thou still deny
My loyall Love; I swear by thine own Head
(Which yet I onely worship,) that no blood
But from, thy Heart shall these my Wrongs make good.)
I will exclaim, and tell the houshold how
With lustfull force thou here surprised'st Me:
This monstrous Crime will cost thy life: for know
My Ly can soon out-face thy Veritie.
Had'st thou not better take thy pleasure here
Than be for nothing thought a Ravisher?
Whil'st thus Her lust foam'd: Joseph makes all haste
How to escape; and loosning secretly
His upper garment, which she grasp'd so fast,
Leaves that to Her, and out himself doth flye.
Wise Serpents thus their Ears against the Charm
Do stop, and cast their skins to scape the harm.
Potiphera an hideous out-cry mak [...]s;
Her Handmaid first, then the whole familie
Scar'd with the noise, into her Chamber breaks;
Where on her Bed, hearing a wofull sigh,
Behold, said she, this garment: Which of you
Would think the Hebrew slave so bold should grow?
He thought, because his Master was from home,
My faith had been so too: He thought that he
Might as his Lords Vicegerent, freely come
And challenge right unto my chastitie.
'Twas time to cry: which I no sooner did,
But hee, the guilty Hypocrite, was fled.
He fled, but left for fearfull haste, behinde,
That Pledge of his unfort'nate impudence:
For, confident he me should willing finde,
He gun to doff his Cloths: Come bear me hence
From this curs'd place; but bring the Cloak with me
That Potiphar his Dailings Badge may see.
When he came home she met him with this Lye
And threw the garment to Him for her proof.
He took no time the businesse to try,
But judg'd that argument more than enough.
Joseph's to Prison sent, a place lesse warm
To him, but sweeter than his Mistresse arm.
He lay not long oppressed with his Chain,
But ev'n the Jaylor He his Prisoner takes:
Such pow'rfull sweetnes doth in Virtue reign
That all Spectators she her subjects makes.
Heav'n would not suffer other Bonds to hold
Him whom Lust's Chains and Charms could not infold.)
The Keeper now keeps nothing but his name.
The Keys at Joseph's girdle hang, and He
Is in this closer Stewardship the same
He was in Potiphar's large familie:
Yet has no Mistresse which might make him be
As ill in Prison, as when He was free.
At length the guerdon of his worth drew neer,
And dreams which had occasion'd his low state
Help him to climbe up into glories sphear:
The great designs which uncontrolledFate
Was into Egypt ready now to bring
Are in a mystick vision shew'd the King.
Their curious brains the old Magitians beat
About the Riddle, but were all too weak
To peirce that mighty cloud wherein the great
Secret inshrined lay: The King must seek
Some wiser Head; and whod'yee think was hee
But this young Hebrew? this the Man must be.
He teacheth Pharaoh what the Kine did mean
Heav'n shew'd him feeding upon Nilu's shore;
Why sev'n were wonderous fat, and sev'n as Lean,
Which did portend the famine, Which the store,
What both the kindes of Corn foretold, what cares
Were requisite against the following years.
Note: Canto III. The Girdle, or Love-Token.
SHort Taste of Pleasures, how dost thou torment
A liquorish Soul when once inflam'd by Thee!
The edge of all Desire would soon be spent,
Did'st Thou not whett it to that keen degree
That nothing but compleat Fruition will
The longing of its wakened stomack fill.
The pined Man, on whom a thinner She
Insatiable Famine, long hath fed;
Desires no Heav'n or Paradise to see
But onely what lies moulded up in Bread.
One glimpse of this, bids Hope return, and light
Life in those Eyes which were bequeath'd to Night,
But if that Morn of Comfort damped be,
And his young Joys snatch'd from his Eyes again:
The fugitive Blessing mocks his Miserie,
And by rebound exalts it to a strain
Of higher Punishment; his Fancie more
Does gnaw him now, than Hunger did before.
So Psyche famished with strong Desire
Of her dear Spouse, no sooner fed her eyes
On his first Lustre, but that mystick Fire
Turn'd all her Heart into Joyes Sacrifice.
She 'gan to scorn all other Dayes but this
Whose Dawn had broach'd such golden Floods of Blisse.)
Note: PSYCHE: OR LOVES MYSTERIE. CANTO VIII. The Pilgrimage
Thus having lost Judea in a Mist
Of farre-removed Aire, they rush'd into
The famous Deserts unperceived list,
Where their impatient Fire did spur them so
That Phylax check'd them thrice, e'r they would hear
His Hand, and stop their vehement career.
And then: Consider Psyche, well, said he,
This squalid Sceen of churlish Desolation,
This proper Region of Perplexity,
This Soil all planted thick with Desperation,
This storehouse of a thousand Famins, this
Fountain of Droughts, this Realm of Wretchednesse:
This Country, which doth by its Neighbourhood
To Canaan (that widespread Chanell, where
Hony and Milk conspir'd into a flood
Of costlesse, but incomparable Cheer,)
Advance the value of that blessed Soil,
And its own vilenes aggravate the while.
Thus sticks black Night as foile unto the Day,
And by its Blacknes lends it fairer Beams:
Thus Sorrows stings inhance the sweets of Joy;
Thus Floods of Gall commend the Honey streams;
Thus Darknes cleaved fast upon the backs
Of Looking-Glasses, them illustrious makes.
Well knew wise Heav'n Men would not understand
Its royall Favour in'affording them
The gentle Riches of a fertile Land,
Were they not tutored by some such Clime
Of Woes and Horrors, and forc'd to confesse
A Gardens Blessing, by a Wildernesse.
Behold these needlesse Banks of Sand, which have
No Seas to bound, but this vast Ocean
Of Barrennesse; where when the Windes conceive
High-swolln Displeasure, and to Battell run
Bandying their mutuall Blasts a thousand waies
At once, a drie and parching storm they raise.
For the wilde Soile impatient to be plow'd
At Eolu's pleasure, flies full in his face,
And climbing up into a Tawny Cloud
With smoking Rage torments its new-gained Place,
Whilst blinded Passengers amazed stand,
And all the Aire is nothing else but Sand.
This frighted gentler Nature farre from hence,
Who in her bosome all Blessings bore,
Her teeming Springs delicious Influence,
Her Summers Beauties, and her Autumns store:
And all the best of Winter too; for here
This sandy Mischeif schorcheth all the year.
The Trees, You see, are all dispers'd and fled,
For fear of being onely Fuell here,
And that before the Axe had summoned
Them to the Hearth. The cheerly Birds which were
Th' Inhabitants of their Bows, did them persue,
Panting their sad layes all the way they flew.
This most inhospitable Earth will keep
No Entertainment for tame honest Beasts,
Goats, Asses, Camels, Horses, Oxen, Sheep,
Can at her wretched Table be no Guests.
No; this is onely Mischiefs cursed stage,
Where Beasts of Prey, and Monsters act their rage.
Look where a pair of dreadfull Tigres lie
Couching in Ambush to attend their prey;
How should a fainting Traveller get by
When two such hungry Deaths beset his way!
There runs a Lyon, with his hideous Note
Tearing, for want of meat his greedy throat.
At the same Busines there's a female Bear
In meat and drink two days and nights behinde,
Whose pined Whelps all yelling in her Ear
Chode her abroad some Sustenance to finde.
There runs a Bore, and whitens all his Path
With foam, the scum of his intemperate Wrath.
But mark that Cave, before whose nasty Door
An heap of excrementall Poisons lies,
Next which, a Quakemire of congealed Gore
Raild round about with naked Bones, descries
What part fell Fury there hath play'd and who
Dwells in that House whose Porch is trimmed so.
That gloomy Cloud which dams the Dens mouth up
Is but the Tenants breath which keeps within,
Who by our Talk is wakened unto hope
Of some neer Prey: See now He doth begin
To rouse Himself; the Fire he spits before
Is but the Porter to unlock his Door.
Though Psyche now had cheer'd & wrought her Heart
Unto a more then female Valour; yet
She could not curb her ear, but gan to start
At that allflaming Dread the Monster spit:
When Phylax smiling on her horror, cri'd,
Fear not, for Heav'n and I am at thy side.
Of his own Comming, by his cruell Hisse
He warning gives; that stream of cole-black Blood
He spews so thick, his wonted Usher is.
Thus when some choise Feind breaks from Hell, a flood
Of stinking Sulphure paves his dismall way,
A bashing all the Aire, and poisning Day.
Behold his Eys like two bright Firebrands plac'd
In Cakes of blood, their fatall beams display
So with long flakes of glaring Raies enchased,
Unto Heav'ns Anger Comets light the Way,
Pointing with every beam, to Citties, or
To Realms, and Countries, Famin, Plague, or War.
His Mouth which Foams with Venome, is the Gate
Of helplesse Misery: his Jaws the Mill
Of deplorable, and untimely Fate,
His tongue a Weapon, on whose Fork doe dwell
A thousand Deaths; his throat, so black and broad,
To his unhappie Preys the beaten Road.
His lethern Wings are those which lend its speed
Unto Destruction; his iron Paws
Are Spights and Rages Hands; his direfull Head,
The Oracle whence Tyrants draw their Laws;
His scaly skin, the thick Embroydery
Of confident remorselesse Cruelty.
His knotty Taile, pointed with stinging Fire,
Which on his back in sullen scorn he throws,
Is Deaths dread Chain; that unrelenting Ire
Which sits so high upon his craggie Brows,
Is an afore-hand Sentence unto All
Beasts, Birds, or Men, that in his way doe fall.
Hark how the bruised Aire complains, now He
Moves the huge flailes of his most boistrous Wings:
For the soft Nymph else-where was us'd to be
Beaten with Fethers, or melodious Strings:
Look in what state He through the Clouds doth stream;)
The smoke before him rolls, behinde the Flame.
As when the martiall Griffen hovers neer
The greedy Kite forgets his chased Prey,
And turning Partner in the Sparrows fear
With her into some Corner sneaks away:
So doe all Monsters here acknowledge this
Their Soveraign in all Rage and Dreadfulnesse.
Thou now seest neither Lyon, Boar, nor Bear,
This Dragons Presence chas'd them all away
Unto their closest Dens, and Caverns, where
They trembling lie, and durst not look on Day.
So doe all other strange portentuous Things
Frighted hence by the Thunder of his Wings.
For else, thou here had'st Troops of Centaurs seen,
A strange Composure of Horse-Infantry:
Else Sphinx, and her ambiguous Brood, had been
Abroad in all her forefront Braverie,
And with her polish'd Mayden face contended
Her grizely Lyons Parts to have amended.
Else had unsatiable Harpies, her
Neer Cosen Portents in the Winged Crew
Boldly about this correspondent sphear
With Virgins Looks, and Vultures Tallons flew:
Else the salacious Fauns had here been skipping,
The Satyrs dallying, and the Silvans tripping.
Else had that Riddle of Deformity,
That Combination of all foule Disgrace,
Who by the Belly of a Goate doth tie
A Dragons Tail unto a Lyons Face,
Ranged about these Sands, and sought what Prey
Its equall-monstrous Hunger might allay.
Hast thou not heard how when old Israels Race
Did through the Tryalls of this Wildernesse
Unto the well-deserving Promise passe,
They fell a Murmuring, because Successe
Posted not on as fast as their Desire,
And yeilding to the Way, began to tire?
This made the Just Creator grant Commission
To Vengance, his most trusty Factresse, who
Mounting upon the back of Expedition
Down to the Bottome of the World did goe,
Whose choisest Dens of Horror having ey'd,
Unto Erynni's Grott she turn'd aside.
The Fury started, and upon her head
Straight up, stood every Snake: She ne'r till now
Had seen a sight so full of fatall Dread,
Though oft she view'd the deepest Deeps, and though
She daily used for her Looking-glasses
Her correspondent Sisters Monstrous Faces.
For in the Strangers furrow'd Brows were sown
The Seeds of everlasting Indignation;
Her Eyes were constant Lightning, flashing down
Upon her fiery Cheeks, and with their Motion
Glancing a more than High-noon-day upon
The frighted Night of that black Region.
Her sturdy Breast was made of burning Brasse,
Her massie Arms compos'd of sparkling Steel;
Her adamantine Hands did sway a Mace
Of red-hot Iron; at her Back did dwell
A Quiver stuff'd with forked Bolts of Thunder,
Wellskill'd in tearing Clouds and Rocks in sunder
Fear, Anguish, Pain, Astonishment, Dispair,
Dissention, Tumult, War, Plague, Famine, Drought,
Confusion, Poys'nous and Tempestuous Aire,
Eversion, Desolation Crying out, (Groans,
Wringing of Hands, Gnashing of Teeth, Sighs,
Soule-gnawing Worms, were her Companions.
Note: PSYCHE: OR LOVES MYSTERIE. CANTO IX. The Temptation.
IN the dead Desert,Love; Whom salvage Beasts
Acknowledged, by eager Faminis
Assail'd, who forty Dayes upon Him feasts;
To her sharp Teeth, slie Satan joyneth his
Soft Tongue; yet both their utmost Powers, set
But ope the way unto their own Defeat.
WHat reach of Reason e'r could Fadome, why
Slight Dust and Ashes, vile Corruptions Son,
The Heir apparent to the Misery
Which lives in Death, and blends Destruction
With all its Life, the Worms own uterine Brother,
The Modell of all Blots and Spots together,
Should so inamour Heav'n, as to obtain
The Dignity of highest Favorite;
And in his Makers grace so freely raign,
That They should service doe to Him, whose bright
Extraction no acquaintance knows with Earth,
Nor did Pollution e'r defloure their Birth;
Had not Almighty Love vouchsaf'd to take
This lump of Clay and mould Himselfe in it:
By which intire Conjunction He did make
The totall Masse of worthlesse Vilenesse fit
To sit on Honors Throne, and there receive
The Service Angells blush not now to give.
For now the Heav'ns are well content to spare
Part of their Quire to wait on Us below,
Knowing their Masters Brethren sojourne here,
Who by their very Dust that Kindred show:
Thus is our Badge of shame advanc'd to be
The stamp of our sublime Nobility.
In love and reverence to Jesus, who
Upon the loftiest Crest of all Creation
Has fix'd for ever our poor Nature, so
That under her high feet, full Adoration
Has room to kneel, their ready Service they
Ev'n to the meanest of his Kinsfolks pay.
How little think vain Kings, who build their Pride
On th' arm'd Protection of their numerous Guard,
The simplest of their Slaves are dignifi'd
With Heav'ns illustrious Hoste, who watch and ward
Their severall Charges, which though scorned things
Below, are yet above design'd for Kings.
With Arms displayed, and with open Breast
They stand to catch Us when we falling are
Into this hard and dangerous Life; and least
The Fall should hurt Us, with their softest Care
They stir their Fethers up, that in that Bed
Of Sweetnesse we may rest our infant Head,
Alas our other Nurses help were vain,
So were our Mothers tenderest Care, did These
Dear Fosterers not help them to maintain
Their proper Parts: And though those chance to cease,
These still persue Loves Task; Hard Mothers may
Forget their Sons, but that will never they.
O no: These blessed Guardians are Things
Of tri'd and neverfailing Tendernesse;
Such as their everlasting Snowie Wings,
Such as the living Smiles and Joyes which dresse
The Court of Heav'n, Such as the dainty Aire
Which makes deer Paradise both soft and fair.
Yet when just Cause awakes their noble Might,
No Scythian Rock stands halfe so stiffe as they,
No Libian Lyon marcheth to the fight
With higher Courage, nor afflicts his Prey
With deeper Terror, then these Champions, who
Into the Lists in certain Triumph goe.
Nor needlesse is this potent Aid; since We
Are by spirituall Foes impugned, and
The Powers of Darknesse, and Artillery
Of Hell against Us in pitch'd Battell stand;
Whom Belzebub their Generall, with Spight
And ever slaming Rage, fires to the Fight.
What can poor Lambs against the Tygre doe?
How shall the Partridge with the Griffen fight?
How shall a Cockboat to the Indies goe
When Tempests Rise, and make Seas stand upright?
By Dust how shall the Serpent be withstood
When he gapes to devour his usuall Food?
Alas the feeble Dust is helplesse; but
These Friends long since have with the Dragon fought,
And at the first so clear a Conquest got,
That ever since that heav'nrenowned Rout,
Wilde Lucifer is in their presence tame,
And trembles like the burnt Childe at the flame.
He trembles; if the Boldnesse of our Sin
Adds not fresh courage to his failing heart;
For then on Us He by our selves doth win;
Nor can our Guardians perform their part
With due Successe, when by selft-reason we
Our forces joyn with Hells conspiracy.
When to mad Fancy Sleep doth give the rein,
Unto polluted Dreams these stop the way,
That no highfed and tickling Thoughts may stain
The clouded Soule: For, who, alas, can say
I always am my Self, and, though asleep,
The constant Watch of Chastity can keep?
These lend Us Aid, when any Danger neer
Our strait-beseiged Soule or Body draws;
These intercept all Hell; These by that cleer
Lustre which flows from their own blessed Brows
Shew us the Way to Peace, and lend Us too
Their Wings, when we are faint, and cannot goe.
These fire a Soule, and make her towre above
These grosse, yet empty things which flag below:
These steer Us through the Miracles of Love,
And teach Us in Heav'ns Ocean how to row:
These all are Brethren unto Phylax, who
What he for Psyche did, for Us will doe.
Their way his Steeds had now recovered,
And Palestine regain'd: When he aside
Sloped his Bridle, and his Journey sped
Into another Desert, wilde and wide,
By whose intemperate Drought old Jordan was
Affrighted so, that he far off did passe.
As Psyche wonder'd at the ruefull Place,
Amongst whose desolate Nothings strait she lost
Her questioning Eye; with a divine Imbrace
Phylax encourag'd Her; and, though thou dost
Not yet behold, said He, the Price of thy
Long voyage, thou shalt finde it by and by.
With that, He stai'd his Coach; and thus went on
With his Discourse: O my thrice dearest Dear
(Because most pretious to my Makers Son,
Who is my Maker too;) this Desert here
Is but another Sceen, where thy sweet Lord
More fuell for thy wonder did afford.
It was repriev'd from bearing other fruit,
That it in Miracles might fertile be;
In Miracles, whose high and glorious bruit
Shall fill the ears of Time as long as He
Hath leggs to run; and when He dropps into
His grave, in triumph o'r his Tombe shall goe.
When thirty times thy Spouse had seen the Sun
Change all his Inns, whose golden Signs are hung
Upon the Zodiaks Girdle: reverend John
Unto the World unlock'd his holy Tongue,
And drew by heav'nly Summons mighty Store
Of wondering People unto Jordans shore.
Thy Spouse, hid in his own Humility,
Mix'd with the Crow'd and to the Baptisme came.
Thus in the Margin of the swelling Sea
Oft times there roules in a tumultuous stream
Of Sand and Gravell, some rich Gem or other
Which in that presse doth its own luster smother.
How there He was Baptized, how a Crown
Of Heav'ns best beams perch'd on his fairer head,
How his coaequall Spirit hovered down,
And what Applause his Father thundered,
I would relate, but that it hugs thy heart,
For with this Story now thou Girded art.
But by that nimble Doves eternall Wings
He's hither hastned from that Rivers shore,
And purity unto the Drie Land brings
As to the Water He had done before.
Yet nothing else hee brought; nor Drink, nor Meat;
He hither came to Fight, and not to Eate.
He came to Fight; and bravely to revenge
The whole Worlds Quarrell which subdued lay,
E'r since through Mans unwary Heart the strange
Bullet burst ope its death-deriving way,
Which, as it smiling hung upon the Tree,
Fond hee an harmlesse Apple took to be.
He came to Fight; and soon his Foes He met
Allarm'd with Power, but much more with Rage:
Had hee been lesse than what he was, those great
Antagonists had made this Place the Stage
Of his sad Tragedie, which prov'd at last
The Theatre of his triumphant Fast.
Before I tell thee who did first appeare
In these strange Lists; observe that parched Hill.
That Throne of Barrennefle and Squallour; there
Against the hungry North thou see'st a Cell
Which long hath gaped, but could never finde
Any Reliefe as yet, but saplesse Winde.
That Den's the Dwelling of that Champion who
First ventur'd on a Combat face to face
With God Incarnate; one as like to doe
The Feat of Spight, as any of the Race
Of hell-begotten Fiends; yet prov'd to weak
To manage what she here did undertake.
Our Noise now calls her forth; dost thou not see
Her goodly Ushers? those seven horned Things
Though like to Nothing but themselves they be,
Must goe for Kine: spermatick Nile, which brings
Forth choise of Monsters, in their birth alone
Hath all his other Prodigies outgone.
Nile brought them forth, and shew'd them to the King,
Whom through Fates Closets a strange Dream did
Pharaoh awoke affrighted at the Thing, (bring;
But knew not how its Characters to read,
Nor why those sharp-set Portents which had clean
Devour'd seaven fat Kine, still should grow more lean;
Till Joseph clear'd the mist, and taught him what
By those new Hieroglyphicks Destiny
Decyphered had. But when the Beasts had got
Malgrè those fair Banks of Fertility,
Their seaven years Conquest; to this Cave they came
To serve a Monster neer of kin to them.
Behold their Hair is shrivell'd up and drie;
Their hides aforehand tann'd, but chapp'd withall;
Their sharp affrighted Bones stand staring high;
The Reliques of their flesh as low doe fall;
Their Bellies to their Backs full close are ti'd,
And one does kisse the other starved side.
All Shape is shrunk to such Deformitie
That did their horns not point them out, nor Thou,
Nor Pharaoh could have dreamed they should be
Descended from a Bull and honest Cow.
And yet well-favour'd Beasts are these to Her
Their dismall Soveraign who commeth there.
Just at the Word the Hagge appear'd, with Look
More keen than Januaries breath, or than
The edge of Rasors; or the piercing stroke
Of barbarous North-begotten Boreas, when
He his most massie chains of Ice hath hurl'd
O'r Sea and Land, and stupifi'd the World.
The sudden Dint shot into Psyche's Heart
Such deep Dread and Amazement, that it slew
Her Spirits and Courage: But with Heav'nly Art
Her ready Guardian strait did both renew,
And suppling her cold Breast with soft and warme
Comforts, proceeded thus, her Soul to arme.
Dost thou not see what makes the Furies Train?
Mark well, and read thine owne Securitie,
How heavy at her heels she draws a Chain
Of Adamant, whose other End is by
That hand of Providence which doth all things guide,
Unto thy mighty Spouse's Foot-stool ti'd.
At first her self she fiercely darted out,
But now her curbed Pace is tame and slow;
She knows' her Compass, having often fought
In vain to break her Chain's Eternall Law.
So; be assur'd she now cannot come hither
No, she has stretch'd the utmost of her Tether.
Thus when the greedy Mastiffe leapeth from
His kennell, all in hungry hast and wrath,
The sullen chain, which will not goe from home,
Checks his adventure and cuts off his Path;
At which the wretched Curre lets fall his Ears,
And tail, and spirit; and then he grinns and lears.
Upon the Head of every wretched Fiend
Sure sits this curse, that they cannot forbear
Their spight and indignation to grinde,
And in all furie for the fight prepare
When ever any Prey their Eyes have found;
Although mad fools they know their feet are bound.
Look how her Eyes are fled into her head,
As if ashamed on her self to look;
For in that leafe, alas, what could she read,
But what would seem transcrib'd from Terror's book?
Her skin's the Paper (ô how ghastly white!)
Where Pain and Horror their black Legends write.
All upright staring stand her startled Hairs,
Of one anothers touch in jealous fear;
Two close shrunk knots of Gristles are her Ears;
Her forehead nothing but its skin doth wear;
Her keeness fully is displayed in
Her pinched Nose, and her sharp-pointed Chinne.
Like a deep Pit of Chalk is either Cheek;
Her sapless Lipps are parch'd and shrivell'd up,
Showing her Ivory Teeth, all white and sleek,
But long and hideous; These stand alway ope
That her dire Tongue may ever dangle out
To catch the Rain, and quench its burning Drought.
Her starv'd and clungup Neck, has much adoe
To bear the slender burden of her head;
The Stalk quite famished and withered, so
Under its nodding floure doth bend. Instead
Of Arms, She shows two Yards of Skin and Bone,
Oppress'd and tir'd with their own Weight alone.
Her fleshless Hands like feete of Vultures seeme,
Nor are her nails so lately prun'd, But they
May pass for Tallons: what she grasps in them
Is sentenc'd by that Touch to be her Prey.
Her Leggs are two drie crazie stakes; her Feet
Already mouldering, their Grave doe meet.
That fatall bunch of Corn which fills her Hand.
(O no! which makes Vacuitie be there.)
Are those seav'n Ears which upon Nilus strand
To Pharaoh with those Oxen did appear;
And now becomes her Rod, for on it grows
No Grain, nor any other fruit, but Blows.
Was ever such Contraction seen, as there,
About a Waste, whose Girdle Thinnesse is?
The strait-lac'd Insects slender Brood did ne'r
Shrink up themselves into a scanter Dresse.
Her Bellie's sunk and gone; and shee could spare
It well, who nothing had to lay up there.
See'st thou her Shoulders and her Thighs all gnawn?
Imagine not that any Beast but she
Her selfe was guilty of the Fact: her own
Keen Tuskes have grav'd those lines of Crueltie,
And, when she wanted other Cates to eate,
Did prick her on to make her selfe her Meat.
Little it was she from her selfe could tear;
But yet where Nothing else was to be had,
That Little seemed full and dainty Cheere,
And to she fell: But as she 'gan to feed,
Her Banquet fail'd between her Teeth, and she
In stead of Flesh, chew'd meer Vacuitie.
This rais'd that Storm which in her bosome reigns,
And, could'st thou hear, it would amaze thine eare.
Her Stomack roars, and teares, and pricks, and strains,
And all its Misery objects to Her:
So doe her Bowells, bound in their own Chains,
And ti'd, and twisted up in Knots of Pains.
Three Fiends of choisest Power and spight there are
Whome Veng'ance doth imploy to lash the Earth;
The hidden Pestilence; wide open War;
And Famin, this fell Hag, whose Drought and Dearth
Burn with more Poyson than the Plague, & wound
With sharper engins than in War are found.
This is that living Death, by which poor Man
Is forc'd himselfe his funerall to begin,
Whil'st wandring up and down all faint and wan,
Wrapp'd in the winding sheet of his pale skin,
He seeks his grave, that through that door He may
Unto a milder Death himselfe convey.
This is that Tyrant, whose Impatience hath
No Possibility her Prey to spare;
The foule Inneritrix of the Dregs of Wrath,
Of Torments Queen, the Empresse of Dispair;
An aonigmatick Foe, whose Ammunition
Is nothing else but Want of all Provision.
Expect not to behold her Family,
Or what Retinue on her Court attends;
No servant ever yet so strong could be
To bear her Presence, much lesse her Commands;
Being assur'd They never could her Will
Unlesse her Belly to they did, fulfill.
But yonder Table which is fixed high
Above her Caverns Door, will tell thee what
Were her Exploits. When Mercy passed by
This monitory Signe she set up, that
Poor Mortalls might descrie what Fiend dwelt here
And not unto this Den of Death come neer.
Loe, what a smoking Hurliburlie's there
Of gallant Ruines tumbling on the ground:
These once highbuilt and goodly Cities were,
Which when Warr's mighty Ram could not confound
This Hag did with no Engin, but her own
Teeth, undermine the Walls and tear them down.
See there she chaseth froggs, and Rats, and mice,
And other Vermine neer as vile as she
Her selfe; by them desiring to suffice
The low'd Demands of her stout Boulimie.
Discreetly there the prudent Painter has
The Earth of Iron made, the Heav'n of Brasse,
But there her Girdle and her shoes she eats
For that acquaintance which they had of old
With Beef and Mutton, and such classick Meats:
There She turns out the wretched uselesse Gold,
And clapping on its Poverty a Curse,
A savorie Meal she maketh of her Purse.
There She awakes the sleeping Mire, and by
A strict examination makes it tell
What hidden Treasures in its bosome lie;
Nor is she daunted by th' unlikely shell,
But breaks it ope, and findes the Gem within:
For she the Oyster first fish'd out for Men.
The Dunghill there she rakes, to finde some fresh
Strong-sented Excrement; and joyes when she
Can by long search atcheive so rare a Dish,
Which needs, being ready hot, no Cookerie.
That Glasse in which she drinks, and drinks up all.
No other is but her own Urinall.
Against that huge stonewall her Teeth she tri'd
When once she was immur'd in Straights; and see
How she compell'd and tore Successe: those wide
And ragged Holes, her stout Teeths breaches be.
Her hastie boistrous Stomack would not stay,
And wanting other Food, she eat her Way.
That Heap of Bones is all that she has left
Of her owne Parents, whose old flesh she made
Her barbarous Feast, and them of life bereft
By whom she liv'd; Such is the salvage trade
Of desperate Vipers, whose unnaturall Wrath
Devours the Womb which them conceived hath.
And yet no Vipers venture to devoure
Their proper Brood: 'tis Nature's strictest Law
That with Traduction Love should joyn her power,
And like the Rivers, downhill strongest flow:
Onely this fiend all Vipers doth outvie,
And feeds her self with her own Progenie.
For those bemangled Limbs which scattered be
About the Picture, the said Ruines are
Of seav'n sweet, but unhappy Babes, which she
Fear'd not with her own Claws and Teeth to tear,
And back into her Bowells make them goe;
If yet she any had who thus could doe.
This strange Epitomie of Prodigies,
This despicable, starv'd, but potent Fiend
Was the first Combatant which did arise
Against thy Spouse; yet durst not trie to rend
And tear his Body, but contriv'd to slay
It, and his Soul in a mysterious Way.
For though that Dread which in her face did reign,
Such deep affrightment round about had shed,
That not the boldest Beast of all the Plain
But from those direfull Emanations fled;
Leaving the Desart more than doubled; where
Was nothing now but Earth, and Stones, and Air:
Yet now discovering One who seem's prepar'd
To entertaine the worst of Dangers, she
Grew jealous of the Champion, and fear'd
Some wisely Stratageme might plotted be
Against her rightdown force: This did incline
Her to Him by a Contremine.
For, sliely waiting oppotunity,
And being thin and subtle, with the Wind
She mix'd herself, and in his face did flie;
Hoping to steale upon him by a blind
And unperceiv'd assault. So Cowards fight,
Trusting advantage more than their owne Might.
But He who all her project cleerely saw,
From her abstruse Career disdain'd to start:
He welcom'd with brave Constancy the Blow,
Giving the Furie leave to use her Art;
Free leave He gave her her foul felf to shoot
Into his Stomack, through his yeelding Throat.
So when the Tempest marches in full Tide
Against its Caverns Mouth, the fearless Rock
Makes good its ground, and never stepps aside
To wave the perill of the violent Shock,
But lets the Storme come in and roare its sill
In all the Bowells of its resolute Cell.
She enter'd thus, falls to her work apace
And seizeth with immediate Usurpation
All the Reserve of Humors which that Place
Was strengthned with, in case of some Mutation;
And these she conquered without any stop,
For as she met them, strait she eat them up.
The robbed Stomack thus made cleare and free
Of all things but the Theife; She broacheth there
The Art of all that gnawing Crueltie
With which her pined Self she us'd to tear:
No Fire, Worm, Vinaiger, or Venome is
So corsive as her fretfull Bitterness.
As when incensed by the furious flame
The Fornace'gins to rage; if you denie
The Cauldron Liquor which may help to tame
The insolent Heats excess, and mollifie
Its rampant greedy Thirst; alas, the poor
Copper it self does boile, and burn, and roar.
So fares it with the Entrails, where the fire
Which Nature kindled, if it wants its fuell
On what comes next to hand will spend its Ire,
And grow against the Stomacks substance cruell;
For all its Life consists in constant Meat,
And when it dies, it does but cease to Eat.
And yet with Adamantine bravery
Thy Spouse 'gainst this Conspiracy of Pains
His Patience arms; and though his Breast did frie
In mutinous flames, He valiantly refrains
From all Complaints, and sighs and signes that hee
Oppressed was by Hungers Tyranny.
He by a med'cinall Fast resolved was
To cure the eating of that fatall Tree,
From whence the Curse and Death entail'd did passe
On Ev's and Adams, wretched Progeny.
He freely what he might Receive, refused,
Because, what they Forbidden were, they used.
(Thus must the Water wash away the Flame,
Thus must the Bands of Cold binde up the Heat,
Thus sober Weight must idle Lightnesse tame,
Thus wholesome Soure must mend luxurious Sweet,
Thus honest Day must chase out theevish Night,
Thus Contraries with Contraries must fight.)
And by his venerable Practise He
Has Consecrated, and advanced this
Despised Thing to such an high degree
Of reall honor, that now Fasting is
The Dainties of the Saints, to which they can
Invite their Hearts, and Feast the Inner Man.
Where whil'st they at their mystick Banquet sit,
The saucy Flesh learns to be meek and milde,
The boyling Blood grows coole, and every fit
Of wilfull Lust forgetteth to be wilde,
The Passions unto Reason crouching stand,
The Brain grows cleer, and all its Clouds disband.
Thus from that Slavery they redeemed are
Whose knots their Teeth had tied; thus they throw
Away their cloggs; thus on free wings they rear
Themselves into Themselves; being moved now
By Heav'ns brisk Fire which in their Bosomes flows,
And not by that which in the Kitchin glows.
Nor does the Body onely bear the Pain,
Whil'st all the Pleasure to the Soul accrews;
But in its kinde reap full as sweet a Gain,
Whil'st its intirest Vigor it renewes,
And fresh and lively Fethers quit the cost
Of all those rotten moulting Plumes it lost,
For when highfed Distempers sneak away,
And the dark Seed of all Infirmities
Which in the Bodies furrows nestling lay,
Before its own Birth, unperceived dies;
Fasting the Physick gave: yet generous she
(O cheap Physition!) never takes a Fee.
She Nothing takes; and would have Men doe so,
For all her Recipe's ere onely this:
She turnes the Deep Complaint of bitterest Woe,
Into an highstrain'd Dialect of Blisse,
And for this Reason bidds the Sick be sure
They ease shall finde, 'cause Nothing them can cure.
O soveraign Nothing! upon which, so deep
In love He fell with it, thy Spouse did feed
Full fourty Dayes and Nights: soft-creeping sleep
Perhaps might venture on his eyes, but did
Not once presume to touch, much lesse to fight
Against, the Paradox of his Appetite.
The Fury did her best his strength to tire,
But fretted, gnaw'd, and laboured in vain.
Hast thou not heard how Moses, all on fire
With brave Devotion, did of old sustain
As many Nights and Dayes on Sina's head,
A Stranger all the while to Drink and Bread?
If by accesse to God a Man could grow
So much above the temper of a Creature;
If by attendance on the Morall Law
He cleerly could forget the Law of Nature,
What then might Jesus doe, to whose fair face
Mose's though deck'd with beams, but duskie was!
What might He doe, who did not onely draw
Neer unto God, but who Himselfe was He!
'Twas but an Angel that pronounc'd the Law,
Though in the Name of the great Diety:
But Jesus was no Proxie; he alone
Undoubtedly was God and Man in one.
He who to Salamanders power did give
Safely to scorn the siege of any Flame,
And in the Fornace's red bosome live,
Making the hostile Fire their food become;
Might well the burning Drought of Thirst subdue,
And turn its flames into refreshing Dew.
He to whose bounty all Chamaelions owe
Their virgin priviledge, whereby they may
Contemn all grosse unweildy Meats, and grow
Fat upon saplesse Aire; can finde a way
As pure a Diet for himselfe to get,
And force the Windes to blow him in his Meat.
Nay, seeing Bread it selfe is dull and dead,
And no assistance can to Life afford,
Unlesse it selfe be fortified and fed
By the prime Power of Gods almighty Word;
He well can spare its helpe, yet want no food,
Who is Himselfe th' essentiall Word of God.
Witnesse his Might: for from his Potent Heart
An Intimation of his Royall Will
He on the Gnawing Fury now did dart,
Commanding her not to disturb him, till
He gave her leave; for businesse had He
With other Beasts of better worth than She.
Soon did the Hag perceive how she had thrown
Her heedlesse selfe into a conquering Net,
Where her Fell Teeth and Nailes were not her own,
But His, whom she had thought to make her Meat.
Wherefore against her selfe she madly bent
Her spight, and her own Hair, and Heart-strings rent.
But safe and unmolested He went on
To seek those Beasts which from the dreadfull Cave
Of this intolerable Fiend had run
To shrowd their trembling heads: For he doth save
Not Man alone, but also Beast, and is
Willing to follow both, and make both His.
Oxen and Asses hee at length descri'd,
Which all one way in a strait Drove did passe.
He soon remembred what did him betide
When in their House hee entertained was,
How Bethlehem Stable with the Hay and Manger
Receiv'd the newborn Men-rejected Stranger.
A Flock of Sheep went bleating after Them,
Whose little Ones made Him reflect again
Upon himselfe, Gods everlasting Lamb,
Born, in proud Salems shambles to be slain.
He bless'd them all, and promis'd them that they
Should ne't be destitute of Grasse or Hay.
Along with them unto a Pond He came,
The onely Water which that Desert knows;
If yet that Pond defile not Waters name,
Which onely with deep muddy Poyson flows.
The banks were thronged with wilde Beasts, which
Panting, and gasping, and forgot their Prey. (lay
For parching Thirst had now dri'd up their Ite,
And fighting with their Prey would but increase
The too prevailing fury of their fire,
Which onely Waters influence might appease.
Yet though their Tongues lay frying on the Brink[?]
They durst not dip them in the Pond to drink.
For yet the long expected Unicorn
Delay'd his Comming; He who used by
The piercing Antidote of his fair Horn
To broach the wholsome Waters which did lie
Imprison'd in the Poysons Power, and then
An Health unto his Fellow-beasts
Not was't by chance He tardy came that Day,
The onely Day in which hee could be spared;
For now Salvations Horn, in whom there lay
That Soveraign Virtue which far more was feared
By every Poyson, than what breaketh from
The potent Unicorns; was thither come.
Great was the Congregation; for there
The princely Lyon was, the angry Dog,
The Mountainous Elephant, the shaggie Bear,
The hasty Wolfe, the foaming Boar, the Hog,
His grumbling Wife, the roaring frowning Bull,
The Porcupine of amunition full.
The spotted Panther, stiffe Rhinocerot,
Swift-footed Tigre; and a thousand more.
For all wilde Beasts whom Thirst could drive, had got
Their severall places ready on the shore;
Crowding as stoutly Water now to get,
As they to Noah throng'd to scape from it.
But when thine unexpected Spouse drew neer,
With reverent amazement every Beast
Look'd up, and in a deep but harmlesse Fear
Let fall their heads again, and so confest
Who they beheld, and how unworthy They
Were to drink in his blessed Aspects Ray.
Yet that meer Glance did such Refreshment dart,
That all the Forces of their Thirst it slew.
So when unto a long afflicted Heart
Joy her immediate Countenance doth shew,
The blessed Glimpse frights gloomy Grief away,
And thrusting out black Night, lets in fair Day.
These Beasts were Heirs to them, who, when as yet
Time and the World were young, in Paradise
At Gods own summoning together met
To pay their Homage in all humble guise
To princely Adam who sate mounted high
Upon his Throne of native Monarchie.
Well did they mark their Soveraigns Eyes and face.
And all his Persons lovely Majesty,
Which flow'd forth on them with such potent Grace,
That they durst not Allegiance deny,
But conquer'd with sweet Violence, to his beck
Bow'd down, and took his soft Yoke on their Neck.
But when unhappy Adams Fall had spred
Guilts ougly Veil upon his beauteous Face,
The Beasts which met Him, gaz'd, and would have read
Their former Lesson of Majestick Grace;
But all was blotted out, and look'd so black,
That them of Subjects it did Enemies make.
Their Sonnes and Generations after them
Succeeded in their Hate to Humane Sinne:
These present Beasts which to the Water came,
Had in that Quarrell born and nurtured been;
And whensoe'r they chanc'd to meet a Man,
To Him as their condemned Prey they ran.
But when on JESUS face they tri'd their Eyes,
No blurr or signe of Guilt they could descry:
His Looks were purer than the Virgin Skies,
Polish'd with beauteous Serenity,
Array'd with Princely stateliness, and dight
With Love, with Life, with Grace, and with Delight
This wak'd the seeds of that deep Memorie
Which prudent Nature in their Hearts had set;
And which by wise instinct did signifie;
That their unspotted Monarch they had met.
They had indeed: for this was Adam too;
Alas, that Men less than the Beasts should know!
Men knew Him not, but Beasts did plainly read
In Him the Protoplasts all gracefull feature;
Such were the gallant Beauties of his Head,
Such was the princely measure of his Stature,
Such was the reverent Innocence which from
His lovely Eys in Streams of Light did come
Such secret A wfuiness Men fancie in
Th'apparent Heir of any Kingdome; that
They think the King of Beasts, by royall kin
To his Condition, groweth courteous at
His Sight, and quite forgets his insolent sense
Of being Salvagenesses dreadfull Prince.
No wonder then, if thus it fared now
The mighty Heir of Heav'n and Earth was heer;
He for whose high and best-deserving Brow
Eternity was busied to prepare
That Heav'n-out-shining Crown which flaming is
Upon his Incarnations Lowliness.
The princely Lyon rais'd himself; but in
Less state than He before had us'd to doe,
His never-daunted Tail till now, between
His leggs he humbled, and did trembling goe,
Confessing to the Beasts that made his Train,
That He was not their onely Soveraign.
When neer He came, he couched to the ground,
And with ingenuous Devotion
Kiss'd JESU'S feet; rejoycing he had found
Juda's majestick Lyon, who alone
Had in his Noble Looks fair writ the Name
Of Emperor of this created frame.
By his devout Example all the rest
Their now engaged Duty learn'd, and did
What He had done: In order every Beast
In a meek kiss his Service offered;
And then they all before Him prostrate lay,
Humbly expecting what their Lord would say.
He in a mystick Dialect, which they
Well understood, his royall Pleasure spake:
For in that Language He at first did lay
His charge upon their Necks, which they did take
With due obeisance, and thenceforth rulfill
In all their naturall Functions his high Will.
Nay, not those Animals alone; but Trees,
Shrubbs, Plants, and Flours, and whatsoever grows,
The Earth, the Aire, the Fire, the boistrous Seas,
The Winds, the Rains, the Hails, the Frosts, the Snows,
The Rocks, the Lightning and the Thunder, Hell,
And Heav'n, and all Things ken his Language well.
For being that Eternall Word, to whom
What ever Is, doth owe it self, He knows
In what intelligible way to come
Unto his Creatures, and pronounce his Laws,
A Word of boundless Bounds and Potency.
May a Dialect to All Things be.
To All things? Yea and more than so, for He
On empty Nothing his Commands can lay,
A [...] ev'n in seeds they be
[...] things He ; nor dare they
Plead ignorance of what he says, but by
Instant existence to his Call reply.
What 'twas he spake, they onely understood,
Yet if Conjecture may presume of leave,
He charg'd them to abate their Thirst of Blood,
And for his sake, at least, thenceforth reprieve
Those Men whose Crimes were yet not swell'd so ( high
As to confront and force the patient Skie.
For now He came to ope a gentler age
Unto the World than heertofore had run;
To banish Salvageness, and Spight, and Rage,
And to establish endles Peace's Throne:
He came dejected Man to reinvest
In his Dominion over every Beast.
And to encourage their obedience, He
Told them their panting Expectation, and
Their longing Groans should satisfied be,
That He himself would hast to break the Bond
In which Corruption kept them slaves, and them
With Heav'ns dear Heirs, to Liberty redeem.
This done: His sacred Hand He lifted up,
And round about on his Devoto's dealt
His bounteous blessing. Strait they 'gan to Hop,
And Dance and Play, when in their Hearts they felt
The vigorous joyfull influence which from
The blessed Fountain of his Hand did come.
Then with the fairest Manners that they had,
Shaking their Tails and louting low their Heads
They took respectfull leave; all being glad
To finde their Breasts new sown with gentle seeds,
And that their King which now commanded them
Appear'd not more a Lyon than a Lamb.
But He now left alone, made noble use
Of this his private Opportunitie
What better place could deep Devotion chuse
Where she with freedome through all Heav'n may flie?
What is the Desert but an Harbour which
No Storms of the tumultuous World can reach?
Besides; his active Soul now lightned by
His Fast, and fairely poiz'd on sprightfull Wings,
Was well appointed to towre up, and trie
The Altitude of Heav'ns sublimest things.
Not that He needed this advantage, but
Vouchsaf'd this Copie unto Man to set.
As when more Fuell's heap'd upon the Hearth
Then well the Chimneyes stomack can digest;
The Flames disdain their wonted bounds, and forth
They rush about the Room, which now opprest
With bright and dark billows of fire and Smoke,
In that drie sea's prodigious storm doth choak.
So when intemperate Man ingesteth more
Than corresponds with his Capacity;
With Flames and Vapours that superfluous Store
Riots about his Heart and Head; but He
Who feeds but light, or fasts; keeps his soules sphear
Free and unclouded; as did Jesus here.
Through that unfadomable Treasury
Of Thoughts, and Counsells, and Degrees, which is
Built in the Palace of Eternity,
And safely lock'd up with three massie Keyes,
Whereof himselfe by proper right keeps one,
With intellectuall lightnesse He did run.
There did hee, to his Humane soule unveil
The flaming Wonders of Divinity;
A Sea through which no Angels eyes could sail,
So vast, so high, so deep those Secrets be.
(Gods nearest Friend, the Soule of Jesus is,
Whom He admits to all his Privacies.)
There, by the hand of Goodnes did he see
An adamantine Table fairly writ
With all his Incarnations Mystery,
The Reasons, Wonders, and the ways of it.
There did he run his Contemplation from
His scorned Cradle to his guarded Tombe.
His Soule rejoyced all the way it ran,
And taught his Fast to be a glorious Feast:
Each Greif, each Pain, each Suffring he did scan,
And what the deepest was he liked best:
Not for a World would he have wanted one,
But could have wish'd a bitterer Passion.
Thus did he spend his Day: and when the Night
Upon Heav'ns face her sable Mantle spread,
He other Work began; No leaden Weight
Of Sleep could heavy sit upon his Head:
His Fast now grew so strong, that no dull Cloud
Out of his Stomack to his Brain could crowd.
Those silent Houres He spent in ardent Prayers,
His Evening and burnt Sacrifice; and by
The quick ascent of those mysterious Stayers
Climb'd back again to Heav'ns sublimity;
Where more Ejaculations He did spread
Than Angels, or than Stars, are marshelled.
There did he pray, the World might not disdain
The gentle Yoke he came on it to lay;
Nor force Heav'n to come down to Earth in vain,
But unto its obtruded Blisse give way;
That now God stoop'd down to Humanity,
Man would indeavour like his God to be.
And now no lesse then fourty times the Sun
The Gyant of the Day, had from the East
Prick'd forth his golden trapped Steeds, and run
His never wearied Race into the West;
And watchfull Vesper had as often light
The silver Tapers, and trimm'd up the Night.
When thy Wise Spouse, who all the seasons knew
Of Heav'ns mysterious Dispensations, gave
The bridled Monster leave on him to shew
Her Teeths full power: And how profound and brave
This Counsell was, thou by and by shalt see,
For He has me injoin'd to teach it thee.
As when the ravenous Dog who long has layn
Muzzel'd up in the presence of his meat,
Begins to feel the loosning of his Chain,
For all the time He lost he strives to eat,
Flying like Lightning on his Breakfast, which
He with his teeth and paws at once doth catch:
So Famin now releas'd to her own Will,
Revenged her Restraint, with greedy spight;
And had it but been possible to kill
Lifes unconsenting Lord sh' had done it strait,
For never with such fell remorfelesnesse
She rag'd in any Breast, as now in His.
His empty Stomack roar'd, his Bowels clung,
The heav'nly Graces of his Countnance fell,
Thirst parch'd his beauteous Lips & burnt his Tongue;
But all by his divine Consent; for well
He knew, that if he grew not faint and wan,
Hell needs must take Him to be more than Man,
Hells jealous Prince knew all the Prophesies
Which pointed out a greater King then he;
A King which was from Jesse's Root to rise,
And promised, to quell his Tyranny.
Upon his Guard He stood, and watch'd to see
The dangerous time, and who that Man should be.
The Angels Song which warbled to the Earth
Peace and Good Will, shot Terror through his Heart;
The Sheepherds story of the Infants Birth
No sooner strook his ear but made him start,
He Simeons Jubilation echoed by
A Groan, and Anna's Preaching by a Sigh.
With deep mis-giving Thoughts he chew'd upon
The Benedictus of old Zachary;
The eastern Star which unto Bethlehem ran
Did with amazement blinde his fearfull eye;
Guilty Suspition his black soule did knaw
When He the Wise Mens Adoration saw.
At length these fatall Items roused Him
To take some course this Danger to represse.
Forthwith he chose the Fauchion of grim
Herod; nor did He think He strook amisse.
Besides, now Thirty yeares could not discover
Any great fear, he hop'd the worst was over.
And much it cheer'd him to remember that
Messias was to be a Virgins Son;
As for thy Lord, He term'd him Josephs Brat,
The silly Carpenters poor Urcheon;
Who likelier was some simple House to build,
Than raise a Kingdome, and a Scepter weild.
Yea to that fond and shamlesse Boldnesse He
Hardned his Thoughts, as to imagine that
Great Daniels heav'n inspired Prophesie
Was prov'd abortive; and He car'd not what
The other Prophets talk'd, now hee who set
Messia's Time, so fouly fail'd in it.
But when on Jordans Bank hee heard and saw
The Testimony Heav'n gave of its Son;
His sturdy Confidence began to thaw,
And Teiror through his cursed Bones to run.
Som time it was e'r hee could recollect
Himselfe, and study how his part to act.
At length He hither traced Him, and set
That Fury Famine to begin the fight.
O with what anguish did hee vex and fret
To see the vain contention of her spight
For fourty dayes together! But at length
When she prevail'd, His Pride renew'd its strength.
On Chance's vain Account hee scor'd it up
That Jesus had sustain'd the fight till now;
As hee had done, when from their Pillars top
Egyptian Idols lately down did bowe,
Because since then he saw some new Ones able
To stand, and Memphis once more Isi's Stable.
And now his Cue was come, to Hell hee stepp'd,
And op'd a Casket which by his Beds side
(For 'twas the dearest Thing he had,) he kepp'd:
There lay ten thousand quaint Delusions ti'd
All one within another; never Art
More cunningly than here did play her part.
There lay smooth burnish'd Words, & quick Mutations,
Sleight-handed Tricks, unportunate Courtesies,
Sweet Looks, delicious Shapes, and dainty Fashions,
False Loves, invenom'd fawnings, holy Lies:
There lay the Crafts by which he did deceive
The credulous Heart of thy Grandmother Eve.
And those by which He holy Aaron made
More silly than the Calfe that he erected;
Those which unconquer'd Samsons strength betray'd;
Those which the fort of Chastitie dejected
In Davids heart; and those whose witchery
Charm'd his wise Son to fond Idolatry.
This also was the cursed Nest of those
More wiley Wiles by which hee did entise
The brave Inhabitants of Heav'n to close
With his Conspiracy, when in the skies
He drew his Army up, and ventured on
Against the Thunders Mouth, and Gods own Son.
And these he takes, and squeaseth into one
Conflux of more then quintessentiall Guiles;
With which insidious Extraction
His thirst he quenches, and his breast he fills,
And so returns into this Desert, well
Stuff'd with the best, that is, the worst, of Hell.
Imperiall was his Retinue, for
A thousand gallant Peers of Phlegeton
Had robb'd Aire, Earth, and Sea, of their best store
Of braveries, and proudly put them on;
All which where echoed by the rich attires
Both of their haughty Horses and their Squires.
But as the Cedar upon Libans head
Dishonours all the Shrubs that creep below;
As the displayed Peacocks Train doth spread
Disgrace upon the Sparrow or the Crow:
So far Majestick Satans port transcended
What ever in his Lords might be commended.
Twelve sable Steeds, smug as the old Rav'ns wing
Of even stature and of equall Pride,
Sons of the Winde, or some such speedy thing,
Unto the Chariot all abreast were ti'd:
So Princes us'd to range their Steeds, that all
Their severall Beauties in full view might fall.
Perpetuall sparks of Vigorousnesse they shot
From the two Founts of their prospective fire;
Their mighty Neighings easie Conquest got
Of every Noise, and made good Mars his Quire:
And thus through Clouds, almost as black as they,
Thunder and Lightning use to chuse! their way.
As ebon shining Boughs, so bended were
Their sinewie Necks; their Stomacks boiled over
In restlesse foaming Scum, which far and neer
They flung about; their Pawing did discover
With what disdain upon the Earth thy trode,
And seem'd to covet an etheriall Road.
Their shoes were silver, and their bridles gold;
With perl their velvet trappings studded were;
Their copious Maines in curled volumes roll'd
Down to the ground; their starting Eares did wear
Proserpines Favours with rich Jewells tipt;
The way their full Tails for their Soveraign swept.
The wheels were Cedar clouted round about
With Golds more pretous Rivall, Chrysolite:
The Charet Almug, covered throughout
With an embroyder'd Confluence of bright
Well order'd Gems: upon which princely seat
Prouder than it, sate Belzebub the Great.
What Pomp in Alexanders face did reign,
Or swell'd upon Nebuchadnezzars Brow;
He had advanced to an higher strain,
And taught it in his own Aspect to grow,
Having compounded in one stately Lie
The universall Looks of Majesty.
Disdain and Pride the chiefe Ingredients were,
And long agoe He learn'd to manage Them:
Yet Grace and royall Mildnesse too were there,
If need should be some soft Deceit to frame.
With awfull Gravity his Beard did flow,
And him some wise and ancient Monark show,
A triple Crown of Diamond on his Head,
Wherein was graven Earth, and Aire, and Seas,
His Empires Provinces decyphered:
For so his own Presumption doth please
To make Mans Right his Prey, and write his stile,
E'r since of Paradise he did him beguile.
Down from his shoulders to his feet did flow
A Mantle of Estate with Ermyns lin'd.
But for the Texture, it so thick did grow
With orientall Gems, you could not finde
What Web it was, it being cleerly lost
In the magnificence of too much Cost.
Three Troops of Pages on his Wheels did wait,
The first in Azure, and the next in Green,
The third in darkest Purple: the Conceit
Was onely what upon his Crown was seen.
His dreadfull Guard (ten thousand Curassiers)
Before Him trots, and all his Passage cleers.
Of Sumptures and of Wagons a vast Sea
Flow'd part before, their Prince, and part behinde:
It seem'd the I ransmigration to be
Of all the Earth at once; now bent to finde
Some other World, whose larger Bounds might give
Leave to those straitned Swarms at large to live.
In this magnifick State his progresse He
Through his usurp'd World did pretend to take:
A well known Circuit, where incessantly
Some hellish businesse He himselfe did make:
Onely He now a fiercer Lyon was,
Than when He roaring up and down did passe,
For though that roaring Voice loud Terror spoke,
Withall it gave Men warning to beware:
But when hee with Majestick Grace doth cloke
His theevish Enterprise; He charmeth Fear
Asleep; for who would Dream, a King in so
Great Pomp, a stealing would, and cheating, goe!
See'st Thou that ruefull Place, that Garden where
Eternall Barrennesse deeprooted grows;
Where unrelenting Flints and Pebles are
Both Soil and fruit? That Sceen thy Lord did choose
Wherein to wrestle with keen Famine, and
Give her free leave on her own ground to stand.
And hither came great Satan with his Train:
Where finding Jesus, in whose fallen Cheeks
Hungers deep Characters were written plain;
With seeming Princely Pitty off he breaks
His course, the Steeds in foaming Scorn to stay,
Their Bridles champ'd and stamp'd upon their way
But He more gentle seem'd, than They were wroth,
For when he on thy Lord had fix'd his eyes,
Three times upon his Breast He beat with both
His hands, his Head he sadly shaked thrice,
And then as oft to Heav'n he looked up,
And cunning Tears He every time did drop.
He hop'd the pined Man would bend his Knee,
And from his pittying Hand some Succour crave
Whil'st yet he could receive: He look'd that He
Would ope his Mouth, as well as did his Grave.
But He was yet to stout to buckle down;
He nobly held his Tongue, and held his own.
With that, the royall Tempter thus began:
My Pitty never was till now neglected
By any He that wore the face of Man;
Much lesse by such whom Famine had dejected
Almost below all Humane Looks. And yet
Perhaps some Mystery may be in it.
That thou with Patience canst endure to be
The miserable Prey of Famine, and
Forbear (if not disdain) to ask of Me,
Who with all courteous Succour ready stand;
Implies thy strength, what e'r thy Face appear,
Higher to move than in an humane Sphear.
Where e'r she had it, Rumor sent of late
A strange Relation to my ear, which she
Profess'd she took both from the Leaves of Fate,
And, from experimentall Veritie:
'Twas that the Son of God had chang'd his Home,
And here to sojourn on the Earth was come.
She added that his Garb was plain and mean
Because He was a stranger here below,
And rather came to see than to be seen,
As wisest Travellers are wont to doe.
But more she told Me not; perhaps that I
And my good Fortune might the rest descry.
For deep my Honor it concerns, and Me,
That ready Entertainment should attend
Such mighty strangers: And if thou be He
Take notice Thou hast met a Royall Friend,
A Friend both able and resolv'd to prove
That thou all Glory hast not left above.
But yet these Deep-plowd Wrinkles ill would suit
My solemn Forehead, and this reverend Snow
My Head and Beard, if Rashnesse should confute
Those sage and sober Tokens, if I now
Who long agoe have purchas'd the esteem (seem.
Of Grave, and Wise, should Light and Credulous
Then since my Credit calls upon me for
Some certain Proofe, You must not that deny:
'Tis reason you assure Me who you are,
Not can Assurance sealed be, but by
Some potent Demonstration, which may show
That Nature, and her Rules can bow to You.
If you be He whom God doth own for Son,
(And God forbid you such a Truth should hide.)
Let it suffice your Fast thus far hath run,
And now a Breakfast for your selfe Provide.
Loe here a Borde with Pebles ready spred,
Speak but the Word, & make them Loaves of Bread.
The Tempter so. But Jesus wisely saw
How He suspended was in jealous Doubts,
And by this Artifice contrived how
To extricate his snarl'd perplexed Thoughts;
He therefore means, by heav'nly Art, to cast
Upon his hellish Craft a darker Mist.
For as a noble Champion when the Blow
Hastneth with deadly aime unto his Heart,
With wary Buckler back again doth throw
The intercepted and deceived dart:
So did thy Spouse by Gods unconquer'd Word
His ready Shield against the Tempters Sword.
'Tis written that the Life of Man, said He,
Shall lean not onely on the Staffe of Bread,
But by a surer Prop supported be,
By the more wholsome Word of God being fed.
What need We Loaves our Hungers rage to still!
Out of Gods Mouth comes that which Mans will fill.
O most impenetrable Buckler! how
Slender an Help is triple Steel to thee!
Seav'n-times-redoubled Adamant must bow
To thy lesse vulnerable Durity.
O Scripture! what vain shades and fethers were
Goliah's Arms, if they with thee compare!
This Psyche, this, is that unconquer'd shield
Under whose sure Protection Thou may'st goe,
Although all Hell pitch'd in a Martiall Field,
Conspired has, and sworn thine Overthrow.
Thy Spouse hath taught thee its great use, and He
Did fight with none but this Artillerie.
Yet as the greedy Wolfe, once beaten back,
By that Repulse is but enraged to
A second Onset, and doth fiercelier make
His fresh Incounter: Angrie Satan so
Bruis'd by this Fall, and vexed at the pain,
Plucks up his Spirits, and ventures on again.
Yet being forc'd to his slie shifts to runne,
He plausibly pretends the sullen Place
To be the stage where Heav'ns illustrious Sonne
Should act his Greatnesse, too unworthy was:
And instantly resolves to change this mean
And despicable, to some gallant Sceen.
For as a dainty Cloud came by that Way,
He, the usurping Prince of all the Aire,
With a stern Look commanded it to stay,
And so gat up into his flying Chair,
Taking thy Lord with Him, who was content
To trie what by this new Designe he meant.
Then bidding the next Winde upon Him wait,
He through the Welkin scour'd, and quickly came
(For now his Way all open lay and straight)
Unto the Top of fair Jerusalem,
Where on the Temples highest Pinnacle
He Jesus set, and to his businesse Fell.
Alone he fell to it: His numerous Train
Being left behinde, and charged to attend
Their Kings Return; for much he did disdain,
In case he could not now atchieve his end,
His envious Elves again should witnesse how
A starv'd Man gave Hells Prince the Overthrow.
He wisely ponder'd that the Arms whereby
He first Repulsed was, the mightiest were;
And therefore cunningly resolv'd to trie
If he could Scripture bowe to serve his War.
O Wit of deepest Hell, which makes a sword
Of Gods ownWord to fight with God the Word.
And then; I grant, said He, that thy Replie
Was true, but yet no Answer to my Doubt:
Loe here a Sceen, where Thou may'st satisfie
By one Experiment every scrupulous Thought:
If God thy Father be, throw thy selfe down,
For He for certain will preserve his own.
Is it not Written, That He shall Command
His trusty Angels to attend on Thee,
And with a watchfull ready stretched Hand
From the least touch of Danger keep Thee free,
That no rude Stone with churlish Shock shall meet
(So tender is He) thy secured feet.
Mark Psyche, mark the Cheaters Craft, how he
Mangles the Text, and skips what likes him not.
In all thy Wayes they shall Assistant be;
So ran the tenor of the Scripture; but
He knew full well that Precipices were
No Wayes for Man; and therefore that did spare.
Be sure it move thee not, if henceforth thou
Seest any of his Urcheons Scripture spit:
For they by his authentick Copie know
Both how to geld and to adulterate it;
Or at the least such peevish Glosses make,
As it against it selfe shall force to speak.
But with another genuine Text thy Lord
Nobly confuted Him, and thus Repli'd:
This Lawe's enacted in the sacred Word,
Thou shalt not tempt thy God: and Heav'n forbid
That I should dare his Providence, and think
When I plunge down my selfe, I cannot sinck.
Perhaps thy Wonder asks why Satan now
He on the Brink of Danger him had set,
Bridled his Fury, and forbore to throw
Him headlong thence: But thou must not forget
That He was jealous still, and feared least
His Foe at force of Arms might get the best.
Alas the Chain of all his Power is short,
Beleeve it Psyche, there's no Mortall Wight
But if he would resolve to hold his Fort,
Might tire his Siege, and all his On-slates sleight:
But silly Men unto his strength make way,
Whil'st they by lazie Fears themselves betray.
Satan at this Repulse, deep in his Heart
Stifled his Griefe, and smothered his shame:
And now resolv'd to act another Part,
Leap'd on that Cloud upon whose back he came.
With which He through the wondering Aire did
Hurrying thy patient Lord along with Him. (swim
To his expecting Train He swumm, for now
Put to his last Reserve of Plots, he ment
To venture all at one great Cast; and though
Still both that they should see Him foild, he went
With desperate resolution to the fight:
Deer was his Credit, but more deer his Spight.
Unto a Mount he march'd, whose heav'nly head
Despised Basan, Carmell, Libanus,
The Alpes (where Winter all year keeps his bed,)
With Pendle, Calpe, Atlas, Caucasus,
And all the proudest Cliffs of Ararat
Where Noahs floating Ark first footing got.
A Mount which on the highest Clouds look'd down,
And saw all kindes of Weather far below;
A Mount which seem'd to be Earths soveraign Crown,
Where never any Winde aspir'd to blow;
A Mount which bravely reach'd at Heav'n, & made
Far distant Countries subject to its shade.
Arrived there; with a new plate of Brasse
His never-blushing Front he fortifi'd,
Being now upon an Enterprise which was
Second to that in impudence and pride,
When arm'd with spightfull Fury and Disdain
He ventur'd to assail Heav'ns Soveraign.
'Twas was the same Son of Heav'ns eternall Father
To whom his stomach then refus'd to yeild
Obedience and homage, and chose rather
To trie it with Him in a pitched Feild.
Foole, who by his first Fall no warning took
For what He was the second fight to look.
A massie Throne of beaten Gold stood there,
Whose lustre round about the Region spred,
Plac'd on a Pavement glorious and clear
Refined Silver newly burnished.
Triumphant Arch's and Columns on each side
In laurel Wreaths hid and displayd their Pride.
Here Satan pitch'd him down: when loe the Crew
Of his attending Elves in humble guise
Themselves before his radiant footstool threw,
Adoring Him with millions of lies;
Nor durst they from the Pavement stir untill
His nod did intimate his gratious Will.
Then stretching out his Hand, he gave the Signe
To that brave Apparition, which He
By sprightfull Art had taught how to combine
With his profound but glorious forgerie.
One Moment was sufficient; for the Sceen
Before his Hand was quite stretch'd out, came in.
A mighty Globe came rolling up the Hil,
Which on an aerie Axell turn'd before
His stately Throne, and to that Bulk did swell,
That the full figure of the World it bore:
No Conjurations ever grew so strong
As this, of all Inchantments the huge Throng.
There might You see the Eastsillustrious shore,
The Western Columns, and th' Atlantick Sea;
Of Ice and snow a never thawing store
Both in the North and South Extremitie;
The Dogstars Empire; The vast Libian strand
Where endlesse Summer boileth in the Sand.
There gallant Indus washed up his Gemms,
There wealthy Tagus pav'd his shores with Gold,
There Thamisis pour'd out her silver streams,
There Ganges, Ister, and Pactolus roul'd,
Hydaspes, Tanais, Rhone, Rhene, Niger, Po,
Euphrates, Tigris, Nile, and Thousand moe.
There Palestine in Milk and Hony swumm,
There shaddow'd with her odoriferous Cloud
Arabia was, there China found her room,
There Scythia in her Furrs her self did shrowd,
The Sea did there thine Albion divide
And set it like a better World aside.
There dwelt all Countries which this Age doth know,
And more than yet must to its knowledg come:
When Avarice to its full Age shall grow,
And think its thirsty Purse hath more than room
For this scant World, another shall be
Which yet the West in ignorance hath drown'd.
But in this ample Pageant was display'd
That other World which Times to come shall see
By venturous Columbu's Art betray'd
To Christian Covetousnes and Crueltie.
(O why should Christians be such muck-worm fools
And Western Gold more deare than Western Souls!)
No sooner had this Globe turn'd round about,
And every Kingdoms proudest Glory shown;
But from his Rome Tiberius stepped out,
And pulling off his own imperiall Crown,
With fear and reverence his Approaches made
To Satans footstoole, where his face he layd.
And having prefac'd by that lowly Kisse,
Behold, great Sir, my Diademe, said He
Bows to thy royall Footstoole; and by this
The highest of Assurances, to Thee
I who am in thy Romane World thy great
Viceroy, my homage tender at thy Feet.
Thou art that Prince by whose high power alone
Th' Assyrian Lyon made the World his Prey;
By the Persian Bear's Dominion
Through all the Forrests of the Earth made way;
By thee the Graecian Leopard snatch'd all this,
And stoutly wish'd another World were His.
By Thee theIron-jaw'd, ten-horned Beast,
The Martiall Romane Power, so dreadfull grew
That cleerly it devoured all the rest,
And with the Sun victoriously flew
About the World, which now sits safe, and sings
Under the Shaddow of our Eagles Wings.
By Thee great Julius did our Empire found,
By Thee Augustus second was to Him;
By Thee this third, this head of mine was crown'd
With this, the shaddow of thy Diademe:
O may thy Vassall with thy Favour, and
Thy Blessing, wear this Gift of thine own Hand!
So with a thousand Holocausts will I
Make fast thine holy Altar Morn and Night;
So my imperiall Yoak and Reins shall lie
Upon my Subjects Shoulders soft and light,
Whil'st by thy Benedictions influence
I reign of Justice, and of Mildnesse Prince.
Tiberius here some gentle Nod expected
As a Commission to resume his Crown:
But straight the wretched Flatterer detected
In surly Satans face a cloudy Frown;
Nor was it long before that Cloud did break
Into a Storm, when thus to Him He spake;
Thou hast condemn'd thy Selfe Tiberius, by
Acknowledging that I thy Soveraign am;
For how shall I intrust a World in thy
Luxuriant lazy Hand, who hither came
Upon no businesse but my Visitation,
Which bids the Earth now look for Reformation.
My Name, my Honor, and my tender Care
Of my deer World, all summon Me to finde
Some Hero's worthy Temples, which may wear
That Crown according to my princely Minde.
Nor fawn, nor whine, nor weep Tiberius, I
Provided am of one who here stands by.
Then turning to thy Spouse, with gratious Eye,
I must my courteous Fortune thank, said He,
Who in my Progresse did so luckily
To my (not poor) acquaintance offer Thee:
I little thought, till I this view did take
That I a new Lieutenant had to make.
By him I see how Princes love to slide
Down the glib way of wretched Luxury:
And what should silly People doe, whose Guide
Leads them the way to Ruine? Have not I
Just cause to choose some sober Man, whose Care
May stop that desperate vicious Carrier?
Now whether Thou bee'st Son to God, or no,
Surely Thou spring'st from some Heroick Race,
I see the noblest Sparks of Virtue so
Full writ in thy, though pin'd yet, princely Face.
Although thy modesty conceals thy Birth
And Parentage, it cannot cloud thy Worth.
And yet ev'n that is pretious too; for well
I know that stomackfull Ambition threw
From Heav'ns high Crest down to profoundest Hell
Disdainfull Lucifer and his swelling Crew.
Yet that which doth my wonder Most advance
Is the strange Mircle of thy Temperance.
That Virtue never yet alone did dwell
But is the fertile spring of all the rest
How easily a Temperate Prince may quell.
And crush all breeding Vices in their Nest.
Whil'st all his Life is a perpetuall Law,
Which sweetly drives, when Statutes cannot draw.
And such a Prince, and none but such, can cure
The wide Contagion which rank Vice hath spred
On this poor Age: Nor can my Love endure
Longer delay, since I am furnished
With Thee, that onely He, whose merits call
To make thee Deputy of All this All.
Nay more than so: Thou see'st how Age doth grow
Upon my weary back; and I confesse
That I am satisfied and tired now
With Glories Sweets, and Honors Weight, no lesse
Than with my Years, and could contented be
To end my dayes in quiet Privacy.
Nor must it be in vain that I have found
An Hero, on whose shoulders safely I
May lay the Burden of my Cares, and ground
Just hopes of all my Worlds Felicity.
Wherefore this free and plenall Act I make
Before Heav'ns face, which I to Witnesse take:
First, I bequeath to Thee Tiberiu's Crown
To which Imperiall Romes vast Power is ti'd;
And next, I to thine Head resigne mine own
Fair Diademe; For thou henceforth shalt ride
Upon my royall Charet, and alone
Govern this World, as I till now have done.
These Glories which about this Globe doe roll,
Are but the beams of that which shall be thine;
The Kingdoms which are spred from Pole to Pole
Shall in thy universall Realm combine;
And in requitall of thy noble Fast,
The World shall joyn its Store to dresse thy Feast.
My Servants here shall swear, so shall my Peers,
(And I my selfe will tender Them the Oath,)
Allegiance unto Thee, and to thy Heirs,
Yea, to compleat my grand Donation, both
My Shrines and Temples I to Thee resign,
Where no Name shall adored be but thine.
Nor will I any constant homage tie
To this my Grant; for all that I shall ask
Is but one Token of thy Thanks, which I
Will take for ample Pay: Nor is the Task
I'le set Thee, hard, or long; Doe but Fall down
And worship Me, and all the World's thine own.
So spake the King of Craft. But as the Sea
Which rolls above the Sphears, when daring Men
Affronted God with to wring Villanie,
Forgot its everpolish'd Smiles, and in
Tempestuous Violence breaking through the shore
Of heav'n, a flood of Death on Earth did poure:
So now thy noble Spouse, who never yet
Had suffer'd frowns to gather on his Brow,
An angry Look against the Tempter set,
And with disdainfull Answer made him know
That all his Pageantry did not conceal
Nor Him, nor what he sought to hide, his Hell.
Proud Satan, 'tis enough that I, said He,
Thus long have seen and born thine Insolence:
Loe I defie thy Promises, and Thee
Vainer than them: I charge thee get thee hence
Behinde my back, and there thy shamelesse Pride
(If any thing may hide it,) learn to hide.]
Does not the sacred Scripture plainly say,
Thine Adoration Thou to God shalt give,
And unto Him alone thy Service pay?
All Heav'n forbid that We should Him bereave
Of his due Homage, and embezill it
Upon the Prince of the infernall Pit.
As when on Sodoms Impudence of old
Heav'n pour'd its Fire to purge those lustfull flames;
The wretched Town repented not, yet howl'd,
And mix'd its tears amongst the Brimstone streams;
But all in vain, for straight the Houses burn'd,
And with their Dwellers into Ashes turn'd.
So now at Jesu's Answer, which did flie
Like Lightning from his Lips, the Globe did melt,
And nothing of that Universall Lie
Remain'd, but Ashes, which so strongly smelt
That other Stincks compar'd with this, might seem
Perfumes, and Arabies breath, in Sodoms steam.
Confounded Satan backward from his Throne
Fell down the Mount, and tumbled into Hell,
Whil'st the loud Trumpet of his bellowing Groan
His dreadfull Comming, to the Deeps did tell:
But as he fell; his Horns, and Taile, and Claws
Brake out, so did the Sulphure from his Jaws.
His yelling Peers, and lamentable Crew
Of Pages, tumbled headlong after Him;
Presenting to thy Lords victorious View
A Copie of that Sight, when from the brim
Of highest Heav'n them and their King He beat
Down to the bottome of their damned Seat.
And now the Sceen is chang'd; and Satan to
The Lord his God his Adoration paid
Which to himselfe he woo'd that God to doe,
So, Jesu, may all Treasons be betray'd;
So may all Rebells finde their cursed feet
Snarled for evermore in their own Net!
Whil'st these three Conflicts pass'd, Heav'n set its Eye
On its divinest Champion, but forbore
All Helpe or Comfort, till the Victory
Was cleerly gain'd: When loe triumphant Store
Of Angells hovering down, with highstraind Lays
Back to the sphears return'd the Victors praise.
O Psyche, hadst thou heard that royall Song,
Thou would'st have learn'd how We above imploy
Our blessed Time, wher on each hightun'd Tongue
Sit endlesse Raptures of excessive Joy,
Whil'st every hearty Angell as he sings
Clapps his Applause with his exultant .
Their Gratulation ended; on their Knees
A sumptuous Banquet They to Him present,
Wherein was choise of all Varieties
With which Heav'ns King could his dearSon content:
And He in whom all princely grace doth reign,
Was pleas'd their ministry not to disdain,
But when He thus had broke his mighty Fast,
The Fury which so long lay in his breast
(Impatient gnawing Famine) out hee cast,
Returning her unto her odious Nest,
And bid an Angell tie her in that Chain
When hee had drove her to her Den again.
There must she dwell, and never be let loose,
But when his royall Pleasure thinks it fit
To poure his Wrath on his relentlesse Foes
Whom lusty Fatnesse makes too bold, and great
To be his Subjects, in whose Laws they hear.
Of Abssinence, a yoak they will not bear.
And now by that Eternall Spirit, who
Brought Him into the lists of this great Fight,
He to the Coasts of Galilee doth goe;
Whither He could have flown by his own Might,
But Heav'n was studious to attend Him, and
In his great Businesse joy'd to have an hand.
Another World of Wonders will appear
When thither I shall carry Thee; but now
Thou shalt repose thee here a while, and cheer
Thy Spirits to run that ravishing Race: I know
That thou, (so dear are thy Lords wayes to Thee,)
Would'st longer Fast; but now it must not be,
This said; He spred his wing (as he before
Had often done) and on that Table set
Out of his own unseen, but copious store,
Chaste and delicious Cates for her to eate.
She blest her gratious Lord who fasted so
Long time before he eate, and then fell to.
But whil'st on those externall Meats she fed,
Her soule sate at a secret feast, for she
Her Hearts fair Table fully furnished
With the rich Dainties of this Historie,
Knowing her Lord (and this advanc'd the Cheer)
Did Fast and fight, not for himselfe, but Her.
And now, because the Sun made haste to rest
And smok'd already in the Western Deep;
Phylax his chariot curtains drew, and prest
The Virgins Eyes to doe as much by Sleep.
One Wing beneath, and one above her head
He layd, and turn'd her Bord into her Bed.
Note: PSYCHE: OR LOVES MYSTERIE. CANTO IX. The Temptation.
TO seal his dear Remembrance safe, and sure
On the soft hearts of his selected Sheep,
Love institutes his parting Feast, so pure
So sweet, so rich, that Psyche rap'd by deep
Desire at its Description, sues to be
A Sharer in that Bords Felicity.
BUt ô, how large a Name is Treason, which
Doth in another fatall Channel run,
And from this Universe's Cradle reach
Down to its funeral Pile: No Ocean
E'r stretch'd its Arms so wide, or spread such store
Of shipwrack'd Mortals on its helplesse shore.
And this Selfe-treason is; an imbred Feind
Whose bus'nesse is to undermine her Home;
Whose most unnatural Nature is, to rend
Her too too loving Dames unhappy Wombe;
Who knaws her selfe, and with Spight
Free Veng'ance takes on Luxuries delight.
For she her selfe is Luxury; a Weed
Which grew at first in an unlikely Place:
Who would suspect that such a cursed Seed
Should Paradise's blessed Plants disgrace!
Yet, as the Serpent in those Beds did lie,
So did this full as venomous Luxury.
Under the beaureous Tree of Knowledge: there,
Eve found her first, and saw her clambering up
Withliquorith[?]Zeal and restlesse Pains, one
But dangerous and forbidden Fruit to crop:
Foole as she was, she help'd her up, and knew
Not that by it her selfe she downward threw.
Yet She to Adam needs would her commend,
And He, unkindely courteous, could not
Denie to hugg his Spouses seeming friend,
Who Death and Hell strait through his bosome shot,
And now the Dainties of all Paradise.
Could not his foolish appetite suffice.
No; He must taste of that which never was
Design'd to blesse the Palate: But the Soure
Revengefull Fruit was quit with Him; for as
It in his Teeth did stick, with all the power
Of stupefaction them on edge it set,
Proving his fatal Torment, not his Meat.
Nor could He chuse but leave his wretched Heirs
Th' inheritance of this enchanting Pain;
Which down through all his Generations stayers
Fail'd not its propagated Bane to drain:
This hankering itching liquorishnes did run
Hot through the Veins of his remotest Son.
Which Fervor did betimes so furious grow
That the old World on fire with Lust it set:
A fire which with the heat of Hell did glow,
And was as stinking and as black as it;
A fire, which joynd with other sinnes, grew stout,
And found the Deluge work to quench it out.
But then Earths face being washed clean and white,
She smil'd on Heav'n with a wellpleasing Grace;
And God vouchsafed humane Appetite
A full Commission over all the Race,
Of Birds, of Beasts, of Fish, that He might see
How abstinent Man would prove, now being free.
For generous spirits then doe most abstein,
When they are Lords of their own Libertie;
When Virtue is entrusted with the Rein,
And room is given for Self-victorie;
When highstraind Moderation may prove
No Act of Dutie, but a Work of Love.
Mans Appetite to every thing was free,
Bating the Blood, in which the Life doth swimm:
Blood is the tincture in which Crueltie
Stains all her clothes; a tincture for the grimm
And salvage Tygres; not for Man, who is,
Or should, Professor be of Tendernesse.
Indeed good Noah, who both Worlds had seen,
The Old and New, and was more Worth than both,
Indeavoured to keep himselfe as clean
As now the Earth was wash'd; And that no sloth
Might tempt and steale him into Luxurie,
Buckled his Bones to painfull Husbandrie.
And that the Pains He in his Vineyard took
Might be requited by the Fruit it bare,
He shed the Grapes into his Bowle; whose Look
Might well have been his Monitor to beware:
Its rubie die, had He but understood,
He would have shunn'd this Liquor too, as Blood.
But, as it smil'd and sparkled in his face,
And mov'd with generous fervor in the Cup,
The unsuspicious Saint invited was
With equal cheerfulnesse to drinke it up.
So, untri'd Pleasures by their daintis skin
And sweet behaviour, approbation win.
The flattering Liquor, as it downward went,
Knock'd at his Heart, and easie entrance got;
Where with his Spirits it did complement,
And soft delicious Fire amongst them put.
Noah rejoyc'd to feele his bosome glow,
And his old Ages Ice begin to thaw.
This Bait drew down another: for, alas,
Good Man he little knew that Treacherie
In his Soulcheering Cup infused was;
Or that his Wine which sparkled, e'r would be
Destructive flame: But Embers often rise
Into Combustion, when We least surmise.
He freely takes a second Draught: and now
The Liquor gather'd strength and grew more bold;
Impatient to be supprest below,
Up to his Head it found a way, and roll'd
About his Brains, wherein there 'gan to swimm
Such thickning Clouds, that Reasons Sun grew dim.
And then infected with the pois'nous Sweet,
Alas no power was left him to abstein:
No more to quench his Thirst, but that New Heat
Which burnd his veins, He takes his Bowle again;
Which to the brim in careless haste he fills,
And part on th' earth, part in his mouth he spills.
But now He Drunk no more; the Wine Drunk Him,
His Sense, his Judgement, and his Soul, and all;
(For thus, when in their own wilde Draughts they (swim,
Our witty Language Men does Drunken call)
And did so thoroughly his Brain confound,
That Earth, as well as Heav'n, He thinks turns round.
The Wine now sparkles in his eyes no lesse
Than it did in the Bowl before: He stares
On every thing, and yet he nothing sees;
He trips, and staggers, but no fall he fears,
Nor feels it when he falls; for having let
His Bowl drop down, Himselfe fell after it.
Thus he who in the universall Flood
Escap'd the fury of the proudest Wave,
And on the Oceans back in triumph rode,
Seeing below the whole Worlds woefull Grave;
Alas, was drowned in a silly Cup
Which he himselfe unwittingly drunk up.
No Ark above this Deluge Us can bear
But Temperance, which here the Saint forgot;
Who, as he fell, had neither thought nor care
Of keeping on his modest Mantle; but
Quite destitute of Clothes, and Senses lay,
And did his double Nakednesse display.
But as the Traytor who has slain the King
Speeds from the Court as soon's the Fact is done:
So now the treacherous Liquor back doth fling,
And from the Murder it committed, run:
Besides, a Rout of other Humors follows,
And slaughter'd Noah in his Vomit wallows.
Slaughter'd indeed; and now a Man no more;
For nothing is alive in Him but Beast,
Which speaks its kinde by its lowd Swinish Roar:
And thus he tumbling lies, untill opprest
With his most heavy Self, he falls asleep,
And in that nasty Rest his brains doth steep,
Thus, as one part of Luxury did grow
In Paradise, the other planted was
In Noahs Garden; that the World might know
Danger can breed and lurk in any place:
Alas, the holiest Ground too often breeds
As well as wholsome Floures, invenomed Weeds.
Heav'ns Bounty granted all Variety
Of Meats to feast the Sober Appetite;
And added brisk and cheerfull Wine, to be
The active Soule of Moderate Delight:
But peevish Man abused by his grosse
Ingratitude, Heav'ns Grace to Wantonness.
Neither by Eve's Example He would take,
Nor Noahs, warning, though their Sanctity
Did them far more invulnerable make
Then common Mortalls feeble Breasts could be:
Still He would needs goe dive to the profound
Bottome of Pleasures, though himselfe he drownd.
And from that Bottome he fetch'd up at last
Improved Fat and Fullgrown Luxury,
Who ne'r appeared unto Ages past
More than a tolerable Prodigie,
For she much cooler was, and tamer then,
And did not banish Men quite out of Men,
But now she an unruly Monster grew,
Being encourag'd by Wines rampant Flame;
And round about the World in Tryumph flew,
All which she shipwrack'd in her Pois'nous stream:
Raving and roaring Mad she was, and made
All so, who practis'd her intemperate Trade.
The Laws of God, of Man, of Nature were
Vain feeble Bridles, when-soever she
Resolved in her furious Carreer
To let the Circle of her Healths run free:
Oft has she mingled with her Wines mad flood
Friends, Brothers, Parents, Masters, Princes blood
Strange was her Shape, (if yet Deformity
May in Shapes Title share,) her parched Head
Burns up all hopes of Hair, and scorns to be
By any thing but Baldnesse covered:
Her humorish Eyes all red and putrid, seem
In her own overflowing Wine to swim.
But yet her Nose more provident is, for there
The Wine is bottled up and runs not out:
Onely the Bottle being thin and clear
Speaks what it holds; and studded round about
With fervent Rubies, serveth her perhaps
For a dear Item of a Bunch of Grapes.
Wroth fiery Knots are marshalled upon
Her Forehead and her Cheeks: Had Sicilie
Her Etna lost, this sulphurie Region
Would shew it her in multiplicitie;
Onely these Hills are something lesse then that,
Yet is their Horror and their Stink as great.
Her Lips are alway crannied and drie,
Though every day a thousand times made wet;
For still her burning breath in passing by
Makes them that Moisture instantly forget,
And by the Poison of its fulsome Stinks
Taints all the aromatick Wines she drinks.
But the vast storehouse of her Belly makes
Her seem with Childe of Mountains, for in this
The dainties which from all the World she rakes
In one prodigious Heap congested is:
Here Solomons brasen Sea it selfe might swimm,
And its twelve Oxen too, and more with Them.
This is the Sink, where Surfet being bred,
Of all Diseases doth the Parent grow;
Which She distributing from Foot to Head
Doth undigested Pleasures turn to Woe.
Thus, though the Bee doth pleasing Hony bring,
She always endeth in a pois'nous Sting.
Who knows not that Luxuriant Mortals eat
The copious fuell of their Sicknesses,
And force their honest, but abused Meat
Not to feed Nature, but her Maladies?
Who knows not that in Healths deceitfull Name
They drink the Venome which destroieth Them?
Themselves they diet thus with their own Death
And to a Weapon of Destruction turn
The Staff of Life: In vain Heav'ns Mercy hath
So bounteous been; if Man himself can learn
To pick out in it, and through
Its Sweetnesse, work his bitter Overthrow.
If Bacchus must be made a God, and have
His larger and more constant Sacrifice
Than He who all their Vines to Mortals gave,
Whilst they the Gift more than the Giver prize;
If Ceres too a Goddesse grow, and We
All sworn Devoto's to the Belly be.
Alas I and had not bold Mortalitie
Commission large and full enough before
To work our Ruine! Was the Miserie
Of Plagne, of Famine, and of War, so poor
And weak, that We our Selves the help must lend
Of Luxurie, to hasten on our End!
Note: PSYCHE: OR LOVES MYSTERIE. CANTO XIII. The Death of Love.
She whom a Seige begins so close, that she
Is crowded up to nought but Bones and Skin,
Flies from the thought of gaining Libertie
By Deaths Assistance; and will rather win
Upon her Bowels to devour her childe
Than be by Famine of her Life beguiled .
Note: PSYCHE: OR LOVES MYSTERIE. CANTO XVII.
Note: The Mortification.
Amaz'd she was, to see how He kept under
Incensed Justice, who would fain have thrown
His ready Veng'ance dress'd in dreadfull Thunder,
In Warrs, in Plagues, in Drought, in Famine, down
Upon the wretched Heads and Hearts of those
Who durst in spight of Mercy, be his Foes.
Indeed she saw that Mercy fix her Eye
Upon the Rainbow; where she seem'd to read
An Obligation of her Lenitie,
Though Heav'n-defying Sin bore up its Head
Never so high: Yet by her own Consent
Yea and Desire, that Signall Bow was bent.
The Bow was bent; yet not to shoot, but show
How Mercy bound her self to doe her best
The World to shelter from a second Blow,
Which from the first her onely Love releast:
Else had the Deluge not repented, and
To Earth made restitution of drie Land.
Note: PSYCHE: OR LOVES MYSTERIE. CANTO XX.
Note: The Consummation.
For lo the sullen Clouds which heretofore
Had damm'd the way to her rejected sight,
Drown'd in repentant Tears, themselves did poure,
And dash in sunder, to lay ope a bright
And undisturbed Passage to that Spheat
Where Psyche's Jewels all enshrined were
In bounteous Beams of royall Influence
Her open Sun bestow'd himself upon her:
And this awak'd her long astonish'd sence
To finde and feel the sweets of this dear Honor;
This swell'd her Bosom with such Ravishment,
That through her lips she hast's to give it vent,
And now, ô my delicious Lord, said she,
I thank thee for that Famine I endured:
I little dream'd that this Felicitie
Could by this torturing anguish be procured:
But in the Wisdome of thy Love didst thou
Then make me Fast the more to Feast me now.
Thou with that wholesome Tempest tossed'st me,
That I might throughly understand the blisse
Of this sweet Calm: by the Ariditie
Of cold and tedious Death didst thou suppress
My secular Spirits, that revived I
Might live to thee, as to the World I die
Now, now, I taste this life indeed; which I
Though I enjoy'd it, did not know before:
Alas, We fools are best instructed by
Absence, and Losse, to prize the richest store:
These thanks I to my Dereliction ow,
That I can rellish my Fruition now
So deep I rellish it, dear Jesu, that
I would not for the Cream of Paradise
But have been drowned in that desolate State,
Whence to the Blisse of mine own Blisse I rise.
For what were Paradise to me, unless
I feelingly perceiv'd its Pleasantnes?