The glorious lover a divine poem upon the adorable mystery of sinners redemption / by B.K., author of War with the Devil.
Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.
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The glorious lover a divine poem upon the adorable mystery of sinners redemption / by B.K., author of War with the Devil.
Keach, Benjamin, 1640-1704.
[5], 266 p.
Printed by J.D. for Christopher Hussey ...,
London :
1679.
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title
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I.
Oliver●
Scu●
The
Pirgin
drest
vp
in
her
Gallant●●
The
glorious
state
e'th
soul
doth
〈◊〉
Before
the
Fall.
Her
outward
Robes
〈◊〉
Her
inward
Beauty
was
beyond
compa●
But
naked
stri●●
,
when
satan
did
deceive
her
And
Hells
wide
jaws
stood
read●
to
receive
〈◊〉
frout
y
title
.
I.
Oliver
Scu●
THE
Glorious
Lover
.
A
DIVINE
POEM
,
Upon
the
Adorable
Mystery
of
Sinners
Redemption
.
By
B.
K.
Author
of
War
with
the
Devil
.
Psalm
45.
1.
My
Heart
is
inditing
a
good
matter
.
LONDON
,
Printed
by
J.
D.
for
Christopher
Hussey
,
at
the
Flower-de-Luce
in
Little
Britain
.
1679.
The
PROEM
.
YOV
Gentle
Youths
,
whose
chaster
Breasts
do
beat
With
pleasing
Raptures
,
&
Love's
generous
heat
;
And
Virgins
kind
!
from
whose
unguarded
Eyes
Passion
oft
steals
your
hearts
by
fond
surprize
;
All
you
who
Amorous
Stories
gladly
hear
,
And
feed
your
wand'ring
Fancies
by
the
Ear
;
Those
treacherous
Delights
a
while
lay
by
,
And
lend
attention
to
our
History
:
A
History
with
Love
and
Wonders
fill'd
,
Such
as
nor
Greece
nor
Rome
could
ever
yield
.
So
great
the
Subject
,
lofty
the
Design
,
Each
part
is
Sacred
,
and
the
whole
Divine
.
If
you
its
worth
and
nature
well
shall
weigh
,
'T
will
charm
your
Ear
,
your
best
Affections
sway
,
And
in
dark
Minds
spring
an
Eternal
Day
.
My
Muse
is
rais'd
beyond
a
vulgar
flight
:
For
Cherubs
boast
to
sing
of
what
I
write
.
I
write
—
But
't
is
,
alas
,
with
trembling
hand
:
For
who
those
boundless
Depths
can
understand
?
Those
Mysteries
unvail
,
which
Angels
do
With
dread
Amaze
desire
to
look
into
?
Thou
glorious
Being
!
from
whose
Bounty
flows
All
good
that
Man
,
or
does
,
or
speaks
,
or
knows
;
Whose
Altars
once
mean
Turtles
entertain'd
,
And
from
the
mouths
of
Babes
hast
strength
ordain'd
;
Purge
with
thy
Beams
my
over-clouded
mind
;
Direct
my
Pen
,
my
Intellect
refine
,
That
I
thy
matchless
Triumphs
may
indite
,
And
live
in
a
due
sense
of
what
I
write
.
And
you
,
dear
Sirs
,
,
that
shall
vouchsafe
to
read
,
Charity
's
Mantle
o're
my
failings
spread
.
High
is
my
Theme
,
but
weak
and
short
my
Sight
;
My
Eyes
oft
dazled
with
Excess
of
Light.
Yet
something
here
perhaps
may
please
each
Guest
;
'T
is
Heavenly
Manna
,
though
but
homely
drest
.
Paul
became
all
to
All
:
and
I
would
try
By
this
Essay
of
mystick
Poesy
,
To
win
their
Fancies
,
whose
harmonious
Brains
Are
bettrr
pleas'd
with
soft
and
measur'd
strains
.
A
Verse
may
catch
a
wandring
Soul
,
that
flies
Profounder
Tracts
,
and
by
a
blest
surprize
—
Convert
Delight
into
a
Sacrifice
.
—
How
many
do
their
precious
time
abuse
On
cursed
products
of
a
wanton
Muse
;
On
trifling
Fables
,
and
Romances
vain
,
The
poisoned
froth
of
some
infected
Brain
?
Which
only
tend
to
nourish
Rampant
Vice
,
And
to
Prophaneness
easie
Youth
entice
,
Gilt
o're
with
Wit
,
black
Venom
in
they
take
,
And
'
midst
gay
Flowers
hug
the
lurking
Snake
.
Here
's
no
such
danger
,
but
all
pure
and
chast
;
A
Love
most
fit
by
Saints
to
be
imbrac'd
:
A
Love
'bove
that
of
Women
:
Beauty
,
such
,
As
none
can
be
enamour'd
on
too
much
.
Read
then
,
and
learn
to
love
truly
by
this
,
Vntil
thy
Soul
can
sing
(
Raptur'd
in
Bliss
)
My
Well-beloved's
mine
,
and
I
am
his
.
BOOK
I.
CHAP.
I.
The
Excellencies
and
Perfections
of
the
glorious
King
,
the
Lord
JEHOVAH
,
discovered
:
Shewing
how
he
had
but
one
Son
,
the
express
Image
of
the
Father
,
the
delight
and
joy
of
his
Heart
;
and
of
the
glorious
and
eternal
Design
of
this
most
High
and
Everlasting
JEHOVAH
to
dispose
of
his
Son
in
Marriage
.
Moreover
,
how
the
matter
was
propounded
by
the
Father
,
and
whom
he
had
chose
to
be
the
intended
Spouse
.
Shewing
also
how
the
Prince
readily
consented
to
the
Proposal
;
and
of
his
first
grand
and
glorious
Atchievements
in
order
to
the
Accomplishment
of
this
happy
Design
.
IN
the
fair
Regions
of
approachless
Light
,
Where
unmixt
Joys
with
perfect
Love
unite
;
Where
youth
n'ere
wasts
,
nor
Beauty
ever
fades
,
Where
no
disease
,
nor
paining-grief
,
invades
;
There
reigns
,
and
long
hath
reign'd
,
a
mighty
King
,
From
whom
all
Honours
,
and
all
Riches
spring
;
His
vast
Dominions
reach
from
Pole
to
Pole
,
No
Realm
nor
Nation
but
he
could
controul
;
So
great
his
Pow'r
,
there
never
yet
could
be
,
An
absolute
Monarch
in
the
World
but
he
.
What
e're
seem'd
good
to
him
,
he
freely
did
,
And
nothing
from
his
piercing
Eye
was
hid
.
To
him
the
mighty
Nimrods
all
did
Bow
,
And
none
durst
boldly
question
,
What
dost
Thou
▪
Justice
and
Wisdom
waited
on
his
Throne
,
And
through
the
World
his
Clemency
was
know
▪
His
Glory
so
Illustrious
and
Bright
,
It
sparkled
forth
,
and
dazled
Mortals
sight
.
Immense
his
Being
;
for
in
every
Land
He
present
was
,
and
by
each
Soul
did
stand
.
No
Spies
he
needed
for
Intelligence
In
Foreign
parts
,
to
bring
him
Tydings
thence
.
And
vain
to
him
was
Court-dissemblers
Art
,
He
saw
each
corner
of
the
subtlest
heart
,
View'd
acts
unborn
,
and
plain
discoveries
wrough
▪
E're
labouring
Fancy
once
could
mould
a
Though
▪
Beheld
mens
minds
clearly
,
as
were
their
faces
,
And
uncontain'd
,
at
once
did
fill
all
Places
;
His
awful
frown
could
make
the
Mountains
shak
▪
And
Stoutest
hearts
of
Haughty
Princes
quake
.
All
things
were
his
,
who
did
them
first
compose
,
And
by
his
wisdom
doth
them
still
dispose
;
To
serve
his
Friends
,
and
to
destroy
his
Foes
.
His
Azure
Throne
with
Holiness
is
spread
,
The
pure
in
heart
alone
his
Court
may
tread
;
No
vitious
Gallant
,
Proud
,
Imperious
,
Vain
,
In
Court
,
nor
Kingdom
will
he
entertain
.
He
's
th'
essence
of
true
Vertue
,
spotless
,
pure
,
And
no
ungodly
one
can
he
endure
.
No
wicked
person
to
him
dares
draw
nigh
,
Though
ne're
so
Rich
,
so
Mighty
,
or
so
High
;
'T
is
Righteousness
his
blessed
Throne
maintains
,
Who
all
Injustice
utterly
disdains
;
Nay
,
Holiness
doth
this
great
Soveraigne
cloath
,
And
such
as
weare
it
not
,
his
Soul
doth
loath
.
But
above
all
the
Glories
which
did
wait
Upon
this
High
and
Peerless
Potentate
:
His
Pity
did
the
most
transcendent
prove
,
Matchless
his
Power
,
but
greater
still
his
Love
;
Such
bowels
of
Compassion
ne're
were
known
,
Nor
e're
such
proofs
of
vast
Affection
shown
;
His
kindness
beyond
all
that
Pen
can
write
,
Or
Heart
conceive
,
or
nimblest
Brain
indite
.
This
Sovereign
Love
our
wond'rous
Subject
brings
,
Our
Hist'ry
from
those
melting
Ardours
springs
.
For
this
great
King
had
a
most
lovely
Son
,
And
had
indeed
no
more
save
only
one
,
Who
was
begotten
by
him
,
and
brought
forth
E're
Heav'ns
blew
curtains
did
surround
the
Earth
;
Before
the
World's
foundations
yet
were
laid
,
Times
glass
turn'd
up
,
or
the
Sun's
course
displaid
,
This
Prince
was
brought
up
with
him
,
and
did
lye
,
In
his
dear
Bosom
from
Eternity
.
He
was
his
only
Joy
,
and
hearts
delight
,
Who
ever
did
behold
him
in
his
sight
.
And
as
he
made
his
Father's
heart
most
glad
,
He
was
sole
Heir
to
all
the
Father
had
;
Who
freely
gave
all
things
into
his
Hand
,
And
made
him
Ruler
over
every
Land
,
Designing
still
to
raise
his
Dignity
Above
each
Earthly
Prince
,
or
Monarchy
,
And
him
intitle
with
a
glorious
Name
,
Which
none
of
all
the
Heav'nly
Host
dare
claim
.
What
glory
is
there
in
each
Seraphim
!
Yet
must
they
all
do
Homage
unto
him
;
The
Cherubims
likewise
must
all
submit
,
And
humbly
worship
at
his
Royal
Feet
,
With
trembling
Reverence
;
for
he
d●th
bear
The
express
Image
of
his
Father
dear
;
And
his
Majestick
Glory
doth
unfold
,
Too●
right
for
any
creature
to
behold
,
Untill
transform'd
into
an
Heav'nly
mould
.
The
Lus●re
of
his
Face
,
the
loveliness
Of
compleat
Beauty
,
and
of
Holiness
.
His
Personal
Sweetness
,
and
Perfections
rare
,
No
tongue
of
men
,
or
Angels
,
can
declare
:
For
,
't
is
recorded
by
unerring
Pen
,
He
fairer
was
than
all
the
Sons
of
men
.
Which
in
its
proper
place
will
more
appear
:
But
mind
at
present
what
doth
follow
here
.
This
mighty
King
,
whose
Glories
thus
did
shine
,
Had
long
on
foot
a
very
great
D●sign
,
Which
was
,
in
Marriage
to
disp●●●
this
Son
,
The
blessedst
Work
that
ever
could
be
done
:
This
Secret
then
to
him
he
does
disclose
,
And
whom
for
him
he
had
already
chose
,
Tells
him
the
way
,
and
means
,
whereby
to
bring
About
this
strange
and
most
important
thing
;
What
he
must
do
;
and
all
things
doth
declare
:
To
which
the
Son
doth
lend
attentive
ear
,
Who
never
did
his
Father
disobey
,
Nor
him
displease
,
would
not
in
this
say
nay
;
But
straight-way
shew'd
with
joy
&
chearful
mind
He
was
that
way
himself
long
time
inclin'd
:
For
with
a
Heav'nly
smile
he
made
reply
,
This
Creature
is
the
Jewel
of
mine
eye
.
Great
King
of
Kings
,
thy
Sacred
Sovereign
Will
With
greatest
Joy
I
'm
ready
to
fullfil
.
My
heart
's
inflam'd
with
love
,
and
will
be
pain'd
Till
she
for
my
imbraces
be
obtain'd
.
With
secret
transports
long
have
I
design'd
That
happy
Match
in
my
Eternal
Mind
,
To
people
with
a
new
and
holy
Race
Th'
Immortal
Mansions
of
this
Glorious
Place
.
Such
is
the
Love
which
unto
her
I
have
,
'T
is
strong
as
Death
,
and
lasts
beyond
the
Grave
.
Where
e're
she
be
(
for
well
I
understand
She
's
spirited
of
late
to
a
strange
Land
)
Winged
with
Love
I
'le
search
the
World
about
,
And
leave
no
place
unsought
to
find
her
out
.
If
any
Foe
doth
Captive
her
detain
,
I'lebe
her
Rescue
,
and
knock
off
her
Chain
:
Or
,
if
half
stifled
,
she
in
Prison
lye
,
I
'le
break
the
Bars
,
and
give
her
liberty
.
I
will
refuse
no
Labour
,
nor
no
pain
,
Thee
(
dearest
Soul
!
)
into
my
Arms
to
gain
.
Such
was
this
Prince's
love
,
and
now
t
is
fit
We
tell
you
who
the
object
was
of
it
.
Within
the
Limits
of
the
Holy
Land
,
Whose
Glory
once
shone
forth
on
every
hand
;
And
near
the
Borders
of
rare
Havelah
,
Where
Creatures
of
each
kind
first
breath
did
draw
Where
Pison's
streams
with
Euphrates
did
meet
;
Where
did
abound
all
Joy
and
Comfort
sweet
,
Without
the
least
perplexity
or
wo
;
Where
Bdellium
and
the
Onyx
Stone
did
grow
;
Did
a
most
choice
and
lovely
Garden
lye
,
Renowned
much
for
its
antiquity
:
For
Sacred
Story
has
proclaim●d
its
name
,
And
rais'd
up
Trophies
to
its
lasting
fame
.
Within
that
Garden
dwelt
in
Ancient
time
A
very
lovely
Creature
in
her
Prime
,
Mirror
of
Beauty
,
and
the
World
's
chief
glory
,
Whose
rare
composure
did
out-vy
all
Story
:
Fair
as
the
Lilly
,
e're
rude
hands
have
toucht
it
:
Or
snow
unfal'n
,
before
the
Earth
hath
smucht
it
:
The
perfectst
work
which
wondring
Heav'n
could
see
,
Of
Nature's
Volumn
,
blest
Epitome
;
Her
glorious
Beauty
,
and
Admired
Worth
,
What
mortal
tongue
is
able
to
set
forth
?
True
Vertue
was
the
Object
of
her
will
,
There
was
no
stain
in
her
,
no
Feature
ill
,
No
sca●r
,
nor
blemish
,
seen
in
any
part
;
Her
Judgment
uncorrupt
,
and
pure
her
Heart
;
Her
thoughts
were
noble
,
words
most
wise
,
not
lavish
;
Her
natural
sweetness
was
enough
to
ravish
All
that
beheld
her
;
from
her
sparkling
Eye
,
A
thousand
Charms
,
a
thousand
Graces
fly
:
No
evill
passion
harbour'd
in
her
breast
,
Or
with
bold
Mutinies
disturb●d
her
rest
;
For
what
's
not
borne
yet
,
needs
not
be
represt
.
Her
Lineage
Noble
,
of
such
high
degree
,
None
e're
could
boast
a
greater
Pedigree
:
A
Dowry
too
she
had
,
a
fair
Estate
,
Conferr'd
upon
her
at
an
easy
Rate
.
In
brief
,
in
all
Indowments
she
did
shine
,
Stampt
with
his
Image
,
who
is
all
Divine
:
But
that
which
most
unto
her
bliss
did
add
,
Was
the
great
Honour
which
some
time
she
had
,
Of
the
sweet
presence
of
a
glorious
King
,
From
whom
alone
true
Happiness
doth
spring
;
He
oft
declar'd
her
his
grand
Favourite
,
And
that
with
her
was
his
endear'd
delight
:
For
precious
love
to
her
burn'd
in
his
heart
,
And
nothing
thought
too
dear
for
to
impart
,
Or
unto
her
most
freely
to
bestow
,
Of
all
the
Treasures
he
had
here
below
.
This
was
her
state
at
first
,
none
can
gain-say
;
But
then
,
mark
what
befell
her
on
a
day
.
She
did
not
long
in
this
condition
stand
,
Before
a
cursed
and
most
traiterous
Band
Of
Rebels
,
who
shook
off
Allegiance
,
And
'
gainst
their
Sovereign
did
bold
Arms
advance
;
Intic'd
her
to
their
Party
,
and
destroy'd
All
those
rare
Priviledges
she
injoy'd
.
Which
grand
offence
did
so
the
King
displease
,
That
she
his
wrath
by
no
means
could
appease
;
Nor
had
she
any
Friend
to
speak
a
word
,
To
stay
the
Tortures
of
the
Flaming
Sword.
No
purpose
't
was
,
alas
!
for
her
to
plead
,
Why
Sentence
should
not
against
her
proceed
;
Who
well
knew
in
her
conscience
't
was
but
right
She
should
thenceforth
be
banisht
from
his
sight
,
And
his
most
glorious
Face
behold
no
more
,
As
she
with
Joy
had
seen
it
heretofore
.
The
rightful
Sentence
passed
,
though
severe
,
Which
might
strike
dead
the
trembling
Soul
to
hear
,
Exil●d
she
was
from
him
with
fearful
Ire
,
And
laid
obnoxious
to
Eternal
fire
:
Turn'd
out
of
all
her
Glory
with
a
curse
,
No
state
of
Mortal
Creatures
could
be
worse
.
And
now
she
's
forc'd
to
wander
to
and
fro
,
Finding
no
rest
,
nor
knowing
what
to
do
.
A
foreign
soile
,
alas
!
she
must
seek
out
,
And
where
to
hide
her self
she
looks
about
.
A
wretched
Fugitive
she
straight
became
,
A
shame
unto
her self
,
to
all
a
shame
.
Yet
this
vile
wretched
Creature
,
so
forlorn
,
The
Subject
of
contempt
and
general
scorn
,
She
,
she
's
the
Object
of
this
Prince's
Love
,
She
't
is
to
whom
his
warm
Affections
move
.
'T
was
in
her
fallen
state
he
cast
his
eye
,
Although
he
lov'd
her
from
Eternity
.
Who
wandring
thus
into
a
Foreign
Land
,
Far
off
of
him
:
he
soon
did
understand
There
was
no
other
thing
for
him
to
do
,
But
must
a
Journy
take
,
and
thither
go
.
If
he
'l
accomplish
this
his
great
Design
,
Of
making
Love
,
a
Love
that
's
most
divine
.
The
Father
now
doth
part
which
his
dear
Son
,
Who
's
all
on
fire
,
and
zealous
to
be
gone
:
And
what
though
it
a
grievous
Journy
be
,
Its
bitterness
he
is
resolv'd
to
see
.
His
high
Atchievements
nothing
shall
prevent
,
His
mind
and
purpose
is
so
fully
bent
,
That
he
in
his
own
Kingdom
will
not
stay
One
Minute
after
the
appointed
Day
.
But
that
you
may
more
fully
yet
discover
The
matchless
flames
of
this
most
glorious
Lover
,
Permit
us
to
present
unto
your
view
,
The
Court
he
left
,
the
Dungeon
he
went
to
.
The
Kingdom
,
where
this
Hi●h-born
Prince
did
dwell
,
All
other
Countries
vastly
doth
excel
,
Its
Glory
splendid
is
and
infinite
,
It
cannot
be
beheld
with
fleshly
sight
.
Ten
thousand
Suns
,
ten
thousand
times
more
bright
Then
ours
is
,
could
never
give
such
light
.
None
ever
there
beheld
a
Cloud
,
nor
shall
;
Nor
ever
was
there
any
Night
at
all
.
No
cold
or
heat
did
ever
there
displease
,
No
pain
nor
sorrow
there
,
nor
no
disease
.
No
thirst
nor
hunger
there
do
any
know
,
Nor
any
foes
to
seek
their
overthrow
,
Disturb
their
peace
,
or
them
i'
th
least
annoy
;
Nor
is
there
any
Devil
to
destroy
.
And
if
one
would
that
Kingdom
searth
about
,
There
is
no
finding
of
one
poor
Man
out
.
No
sooner
any
such
do
thither
get
,
But
on
their
Heads
a
glorious
Crown
is
set
.
Congratulating
Angels
round
them
wait
,
And
cloath
them
all
in
long
white
Robes
of
State.
They
live
in
boundless
Bliss
,
with
such
content
,
It
raises
Joy
unto
a
Ravishment
.
There
's
Rivers
too
of
Pleasures
,
fil'd
to
'th
Brim
,
In
which
the
Prophets
and
Apostles
swim
.
There
Beauty
fadeth
not
,
nor
Strength
decayes
;
No
weary
old
Age
,
neither
end
of
Dayes
.
Impossible
it
is
for
them
to
dye
,
Whose
Souls
have
tasted
Immortality
.
All
there
is
Love
,
and
Sempiternal
Joys
,
Whose
sweetness
neither
gluts
,
nor
fullness
cloys
.
Friends
always
by
;
for
absence
is
not
known
,
Their
loss
,
or
departure
,
none
can
bemoan
.
Within
the
confines
of
this
blissfull
Land
There
doth
a
spacious
foursquare
City
stand
,
The
noblest
Structure
't
is
that
e're
was
rais'd
,
By
men
admired
,
or
by
Angels
prais'd
.
The
Founder
of
it
was
a
mighty
King
;
Yet
without
hands
t'
was
built
,
amazing
thing
!
As
for
th'
Marterials
,
which
did
it
prepare
From
a
good
Author
this
description
hear
:
The
Luke-warm
Blood
of
a
dear
Lamb
being
spilt
,
To
Rubies
turn'd
,
whereof
its
parts
were
built
;
And
what
dropt
down
in
a
kind
gellied
Gore
,
"
Became
rich
Saphire
,
and
did
pave
her
Floor
.
"
The
Brighter
flames
that
from
his
Eyebals
ray'd
,
"
Grew
Chrysolites
,
whereof
her
walls
were
made
,
"
The
Milder
glances
sparkled
on
the
ground
,
"
And
grounsild
every
Door
with
Diamond
:
"
But
dying
,
darted
upwards
,
and
did
fix
"
A
Battlement
of
purest
Sardonix
.
"
Its
Streets
with
Burnisht
Gold
are
paved
round
,
"
Stars
lye
like
Pebbles
scattered
on
the
ground
.
"
Pearl
mixt
with
Onyx
,
and
the
Jasper
Stone
,
"
The
Citizens
do
alwayes
tread
upon
.
Here
he
with
's
Father
in
great
state
did
sit
,
Whilst
millions
bow'd
themselves
unto
his
Feet
.
Here
't
was
he
kept
his
Court
,
here
was
his
Throne
,
From
hence
through
all
the
World
his
Glory
shone
.
And
if
ought
could
unto
his
Greatness
add
,
Mark
what
a
rich
Retinue
there
he
had
.
He
Servants
kept
of
very
high
Degree
,
Who
did
bow
down
to
him
continually
.
Though
they
were
Nobles
all
,
and
far
more
high
Than
proudest
of
the
Roman
Monarchy
;
And
mighty
great
in
Power
too
are
they
;
For
one
alone
did
no
less
Number
slay
Than
near
two
hundred
thousand
in
one
night
,
Of
Valaint
Souldiers
,
trained
up
to
fight
.
These
Troops
still
ready
stood
at
his
command
,
To
execute
his
will
in
every
Land.
Of
them
he
'd
an
Innumerable
Host
,
Though
some
of
them
in
ancient
times
were
lost
:
Yet
the
selected
number
Millions
were
,
Who
still
to
him
do
true
Allegiance
bear
:
True
Love
and
Zeal
burn'd
in
their
breasts
,
like
fire
▪
To
do
his
Will
's
their
business
and
desire
:
'T
is
his
gre●●●●●'rest
which
they
wholly
mind
,
Aiding
his
Friends
,
〈◊〉
welfare
they
design'd
:
And
likewise
evermore
to
frustrate
those
,
Who
did
their
Prince's
Soveraignty
oppose
.
Their
Nature's
quick
and
clear
,
as
Beams
of
light
:
Creatures
too
pure
for
Mortals
grosser
sight
.
And
if
we
shall
consider
well
their
worth
,
Meer
Empty
Nothings
are
all
Kings
'o
th
Earth
,
When
to
these
Servants
they
compared
be
;
So
much
excells
their
glorious
Dignity
.
What
of
their
Sovereign
Lord
then
shall
we
say
,
On
whom
they
do
attend
both
night
and
day
?
When
they
before
his
dazling
Throne
appear
,
Their
Heav'nly
faces
straight
way
cover'd
are
;
As
if
not
able
on
his
Face
to
look
;
Or
else
with
glorious
blushings
,
Heaven-struck
.
Such
,
such
his
Court
,
such
his
Attendants
were
:
Who
could
with
this
great
Prince
of
light
compare
?
Oh
what
Celestial
Glory
didst
thou
leave
,
Almost
beyond
mans
credence
to
believe
!
That
thou
shouldst
thus
thy
Fathers
house
forsake
,
And
such
a
tedious
dismal
Journey
make
!
Could
not
that
charming
,
Melody
above
,
Allure
thy
thoughts
and
,
hinder
thy
remove
?
Oh
no!
there
's
nothing
can
retard
thy
Love.
Hark
how
the
glorious
Seraphims
do
sing
,
Whose
warbling
notes
do
make
the
Heavens
ring
!
What
Mortals
ever
did
such
Musick
hear
?
Spirits
made
perfect
,
are
quite
ravisht
there
.
Oh!
how
they
listen
whilst
the
Strains
rise
higher
,
And
joyning
gladly
with
th'All-charming
Quire
,
Sing
forth
aloud
,
inspired
with
his
flame
,
All
Glory
,
Glory
,
Glory
to
his
Name
.
One
strain
of
this
Celestial
Harmony
,
Could
Mortals
hear
,
they
soon
would
thither
fly
:
They
straight
would
shake
off
all
their
carnal
shackles
And
quit
these
dull
and
loathsom
Tabernacles
;
Like
towring
Larks
,
still
upwards
would
they
soar
,
And
ravished
,
would
think
of
Earth
no
more
:
Or
like
to
herds
of
Cattel
,
great
and
small
,
They●d
leave
their
feedings
,
and
run
thither
all
.
But
yet
could
not
this
lovely
Paradise
,
These
Honours
,
or
this
Melody
intice
The
love-sick
Prince
unto
a
longer
stay
,
So
much
he
longed
for
the
Marriage
day
:
No
thing
could
his
Design
divert
,
or
move
;
So
constant
was
he
in
his
Royal
Love.
His
Travels
next
will
you
be
pleas'd
to
hear
Which
raises
wonder
in
me
to
declare
.
Ten
thousand
millions
,
and
ten
thousand
more
Of
Angel-measur'd
Leagues
from
th'Eastern
shore
:
Of
Dunghil
Earth
this
glorious
Prince
did
come
.
Did
ever
Lover
go
so
far
from
Home
To
seek
a
Spouse
?
What
brave
Heroick
Spirit
That
e're
did
love
of
vertuous
Princess
merit
,
Would
not
have
found
his
trembling
heart
to
ake
,
So
vast
an
Enterprize
to
undertake
;
Such
dangers
to
expose
himself
unto
,
Such
pleasure
,
and
such
glory
to
fore-go
!
But
some
't
is
like
may
ask
a
question
here
,
Unto
what
Parts
or
Region
did
he
steer
?
Or
whither
did
he
travel
,
whither
go
?
A
very
needful
thing
for
all
to
know
.
Was
't
to
some
Goshen-Land
,
of
precious
Light
?
Or
in
to
some
Elysian
Fields
,
which
might
With
Boundless
Pleasures
thither
him
invite
?
Was
it
a
Kingdom
somewhat
like
his
own
For
Bliss
and
Glory
?
or
what
kind
of
one
Was
this
strange
Land
,
to
which
this
Lover
went
▪
To
find
the
Soul
,
forc'd
into
Banishment
?
Alas
!
dear
Sirs
!
this
may
you
still
amaze
,
And
to
a
higher
Pitch
your
wonder
raise
.
As
far
as
Darkness
differs
from
the
Light
,
Or
dolesom
Earth
falls
short
of
Heaven
so
bright
;
As
Heavens
higher
are
than
Earth
or
Seas
,
A
thousand
times
,
ten
thousand
of
Degrees
;
So
far
that
place
where
this
sweet
Prince
did
dwell
The
other
(
to
which
he
travel'd
)
did
excel
.
As
that
transcends
for
loveliness
most
rare
:
So
this
in
wickedness
exceeds
compare
.
Egypt
was
once
a
dark
and
dolesom
place
,
When
no
one
could
behold
his
brother's
face
.
Though
there
the
sacred
stories
plainly
tel
't
,
The
darkness
was
so
great
,
it
might
be
felt
.
Yet
was
that
but
a
figure
,
you
must
know
,
Of
the
black
horror
of
this
Land
of
Wo
,
Whither
the
wretched
wandring
Soul
was
gone
,
And
whence
her
Lover
now
must
fetch
her
home
:
It
was
indeed
an
howling
Wilderness
,
A
Region
of
dispair
,
and
all
distress
:
Where
Dragons
,
Wolves
,
Lyons
,
and
ravenous
Beasts
Had
their
close
Dens
,
and
Birds
of
Prey
their
Nests
.
Besides
,
throughout
the
ruinated
Land
A
Black
and
fearful
King
had
great
Command
,
Who
had
revolted
many
years
before
From
his
Liege
Lord
,
and
to
him
since
has
bore
Most
cruel
spight
and
curs'd
malignity
,
Assuming
to
himself
the
Soveraignty
;
The
greatst
Usurper
that
e're
being
had
:
Sylla
,
nor
Nero
never
were
so
bad
.
For
't
is
well
known
he
was
th'
original
Syre
Of
Tyrants
all
,
and
taught
them
to
aspire
;
Ambitious
through
the
World
to
spread
his
Arms
,
He
fill'd
the
Earth
with
Blood
and
sad
Alarms
:
And
like
a
ravenous
Lyon
rang'd
about
To
seek
his
Prey
,
and
find
new
Conquests
out
.
Full
of
State-Policies
,
and
Subtil
wiles
:
Where
's
Force
attempts
in
vain
,
his
Fraud
beguiles
.
Most
cruel
to
those
Slaves
he
can
betray
,
And
yet
the
Fools
,
besotted
to
his
sway
,
Court
their
own
ruine
,
and
blindly
obey
.
His
Antient
Lord
he
hated
most
of
all
,
And
such
as
were
his
offspring
,
great
and
small
,
He
was
resolv'd
to
be
reveng'd
upon
,
And
them
for
to
destroy
e're
he
had
done
,
From
whence
his
name
was
call'd
Apollyon
.
A
name
which
doth
his
Nature
full
express
,
And
you
of
him
thereby
my
further
guess
.
This
greedy
Dragon
,
hungry
of
his
prey
,
With
wide-stretcht
Jawes
stood
waiting
for
the
day
,
When
this
dear
Prince
should
come
;
nay
for
the
hour
,
That
so
he
might
him
instantly
devour
.
Oh
Tyrant
Love
!
dost
thou
no
pity
take
!
Wilt
thou
the
PHAENIX
of
both
worlds
thus
make
A
prey
to
such
a
Fiend
,
who
by
some
snare
Hopes
to
entrap
this
long
expected
Heir
,
And
then
to
take
Possession
,
and
alone
Rule
on
an
undisturbed
Hellish
Throne
?
See
how
the
Troops
of
his
Infernal
Power
Combine
,
this
Sacred
Person
to
devour
.
Needs
must
that
be
a
sad
and
dismal
Land
,
Where
this
damn'd
Monster
hath
so
great
Comand
.
What
Prince
would
come
from
such
a
Mount
of
bliss
Unto
a
Cave
,
where
Poysonous
Serpents
hiss
?
Come
from
his
Father's
Bosom
where
he
lay
,
To
be
the
Wolves
and
Dragons
chiefest
prey
?
To
leave
his
glorious
Robes
and
Cloth
of
Gold
,
And
clothed
be
with
Raggs
and
Garments
old
!
From
ruling
men
and
Devils
,
now
to
be
Tempted
by
both
of
them
,
scarce
ever
free
?
To
leave
a
Paradise
of
all
Delight
,
And
come
into
a
Land
as
black
as
night
?
A
glorious
Crown
and
Kingdom
to
forsake
,
That
he
his
bed
might
on
a
Dunghil
make
?
To
leave
a
sweet
and
quiet
Habitation
,
To
come
into
a
rude
distracted
Nation
?
Where
Wars
,
Blood
,
and
Miseries
abound
,
Where
neither
Truth
,
nor
Faith
,
nor
Peace
is
found
?
To
leave
his
Friends
,
who
loved
him
most
dear
,
To
dwell
with
such
as
mortal
hatred
bear
To
him
,
and
to
his
blessed
Father
,
and
All
such
as
do
for
them
most
faithful
stand
?
To
come
so
many
Millions
of
long
miles
To
be
involv'd
in
Troubles
and
sad
Broils
?
And
all
this
for
a
Creature
poor
and
vile
,
A
Traiterous
Vagabond
,
and
in
Exile
?
Yea
,
one
that
still
remain'd
a
stubborn
foe
,
●ating
both
him
and
his
blest
Father
too
?
Who
ponders
all
in
extasy
,
can't
miss
To
cry
out
,
Oh!
what
manner
of
Love
is
this
?
Sure
this
is
Love
that
may
our
Souls
amaze
,
And
to
the
height
our
wondring
Spirits
raise
,
In
grateful
Hymns
to
celebrate
its
praise
.
CHAP.
II.
Shewing
what
entertainment
the
Prince
of
Light
me●
with
at
his
first
arrival
.
How
there
being
no
room
for
him
in
the
Inn
,
he
was
forced
to
lie
in
the
Stable
,
and
make
his
bed
in
the
Manger
.
As
also
how
he
having
laid
aside
his
Glorious
and
Princely
Robes
,
was
not
known
by
the
people
of
that
Country
;
and
how
he
was
wronged
,
and
abominably
abused
by
them
.
AWake
my
Muse
!
I
hear
the
Prince
is
come
;
Go
and
attend
him
,
view
the
very
Room
Where
he
at
first
doth
lodg
:
see
how
they
treat
A
King
,
whose
Pow'r
is
so
exceeding
great
.
Much
Rumor
of
his
coming
,
I
am
told
,
Was
spread
abroad
amongst
them
there
of
old
,
And
many
waiting
for
him
,
long'd
to
see
What
kind
of
King
and
Person
he
should
be
.
Oh!
what
provision
now
to
entertain
Him
did
they
make
?
my
Soul
's
in
grevious
pain
To
hear
of
this
.
Doth
not
the
Trumpet
sound
,
And
Joy
and
melody
sweetly
abound
I'
th
hearts
of
all
,
who
heard
of
this
good
News
?
How
did
they
carry
't
to
him
,
or
how
use
This
lovely
One
,
whom
Angels
do
adore
,
And
Glorious
Seraphims
fall
down
before
?
Ah!
how
methinks
should
they
now
look
about
Some
curious
stately
Structure
to
find
out
,
Some
Prince's
Palace
for
his
Residence
,
Or
strong
fair
Castle
for
his
safe
Defence
!
Don't
people
leap
for
Joy
,
whil'st
Angels
sing
,
To
welcome
in
their
long
expected
King
?
Do
not
the
Conduits
through
all
streets
combine
,
In
stead
of
Water
,
wholly
to
run
Wine
?
Do
not
great
Swarms
of
people
'bout
him
sly
,
Like
to
some
strange
and
glorious
Prodigy
?
What
dos't
thou
say
,
my
Muse
,
Art
wholly
mute
?
Doth
this
not
with
thy
present
purpose
suit
?
Ah!
yes
,
it
does
,
but
how
shal't
be
exprest
?
The
grief
that
seizes
on
my
panting
Breast
,
My
heart
into
a
trembling
fit
doth
fall
,
To
think
how
he
contemned
was
of
all
.
The
Savage
Monsters
did
this
Prince
reject
.
And
treat
him
with
affronts
and
disrespect
:
When
he
for
them
had
taken
all
this
pain
,
They
neither
would
him
know
nor
entertain
:
The
very
Inn
,
where
first
he
went
to
lie
,
For
to
vouchsafe
him
Lodging
did
deny
.
No
Room
(
alas
!
)
had
they
;
but
if
't
were
so
He
would
be
there
,
to
th'
Stable
he
must
go
.
To
'th
Stable
then
goes
he
contentedly
,
Without
the
least
reflection
or
reply
.
The
silly
Ass
,
and
labouring
Ox
must
be
Companions
now
to
Sacred
Royalty
;
Expos'd
by
Greater
Brutes
,
he
must
(
alas
)
Take
up
with
the
Dull-Oxe
,
and
painful
Ass
,
Who
their
great
Maker
and
Preserver
was
;
And
in
the
Manger's
forc'd
to
make
his
bed
,
Without
one
Pillow
to
support
his
Head.
Let
Heav'n
astonisht
,
Earth
amazed
be
At
this
ungrateful
Inhumanity
Let
Seas
rise
up
in
heaps
,
and
after
quit
Their
Course
,
these
Barbarous
people
to
affright
.
Oh!
what
a
mighty
condescention's
here
!
What
story
may
with
this
,
with
this
,
compare
?
Is
this
the
entertainment
,
they
afford
!
And
this
a
Palace
for
so
great
a
Lord
!
Is
this
their
kindness
to
so
dear
a
friend
!
Do
they
him
to
a
filthy
Stable
send
!
Is
that
a
Chamber
suiting
his
Degree
!
Or
fit
the
Manger
should
allotted
be
,
For
him
to
lay
his
Glorious
Body
in
,
(
Of
whom
the
Prophet
saith
he
knew
no
Sin
?
)
Whose
footstool's
Earth
,
and
Heaven
is
his
Throne
,
What
ne're
a
better
Bed
for
such
an
one
!
That
has
so
vast
a
Journey
undertook
,
And
for
their
sakes
such
Glory
too
forsook
!
Is
this
great
Prince
with
such
mean
Lodging
pleas'd
So
that
he
may
of
love-sick
pains
be
eas'd
!
O
what
a
Lover's
this
!
Almighty
Love
!
How
potently
dost
thou
affections
move
!
What
shall
a
Prince
be
thus
ore-come
by
thee
,
And
brought
into
contempt
to
this
degree
!
Sure
this
may
melt
an
heart
of
hardest
Stone
,
When
't
is
consider'd
well
and
thought
upon
.
But
no
less
worthy
note
is
it
to
hear
The
manner
how
this
Soveraign
did
appear
.
Was
it
in
Pomp
and
outward
Splendor
bright
?
Which
doth
the
sensual
heart
of
man
invite
,
To
cast
a
view
,
and
deep
respect
to
show
,
As
unto
haughty
Monarchs
here
they
do
:
Like
to
a
Prince
,
or
like
himself
,
did
he
His
beams
display
that
every
eye
might
see
In
his
blest
Face
most
radiant
Majesty
?
No
,
no
,
so
far
was
he
from
being
proud
,
That
he
thought
fit
his
Glories
all
to
shroud
;
And
,
like
the
Sun
,
invelop'd
in
a
Cloud
,
Did
vail
his
Heav'nly
Lustre
,
would
not
make
Himself
of
Reputation
,
for
the
sake
Of
that
poor
Soul
he
came
for
to
seek
out
:
He
saw
't
was
good
,
that
he
might
work
about
His
blest
Design
,
himself
thus
to
deny
,
And
shew
a
pattern
of
humility
.
His
glorious
Robes
he
freely
did
lay
off
,
Though
thereby
made
th'
object
of
men's
scoff
,
Who
viewing
his
despised
mean
condition
,
Welcom'd
him
with
contempt
,
scorn
,
and
derision
:
For
't
was
'i
th
form
of
a
poor
servant
he
Appear'd
to
all
,
the
very
low'st
degree
,
Which
amongst
all
the
sons
of
Adam
are
And
doth
not
this
still
wondrous
Love
declare
!
The
people
of
that
Country
too
I
find
To
gross
mistakes
so
readily
inclin'd
,
They
judg'd
him
a
poor
Carpenters
Son
born
,
And
stigmatiz'd
him
with
it
in
great
scorn
.
Nay
,
some
affirm
he
worked
at
the
Trade
,
For
which
they
did
him
mightily
upbraid
.
How
ever
this
we
must
to
all
proclaim
,
He
that
all
Riches
had
,
most
poor
became
;
That
so
the
Soul
through
his
sad
poverty
Might
be
enriched
to
Eternity
.
The
Foxes
of
the
Earth
,
and
Birds
of
th'
Air
Had
more
(
alas
!
)
than
fell
unto
his
share
.
In
holes
the
one
,
in
nests
the
other
fed
;
But
he
,
(
poor
he
!
)
no
where
to
lay
his
head
.
Not
one
poor
Cottage
had
this
precious
King
,
Although
the
rightful
Heir
of
every
thing
.
The
meanest
man
almost
of
Adam's
Race
Seem'd
to
be
in
as
good
,
nay
better
case
,
Respecting
outward
Wealth
and
Glory
here
;
Those
things
no
Price
in
his
affections
bear
.
Silver
and
Gold
the
Muckworm
Wordling's
Gods
▪
He
knew
to
be
but
more
refined
Clods
Of
that
same
Earth
,
which
he
himself
had
made
Ripe
by
a
Sun
,
scarce
fit
to
be
his
shade
.
No
Mony
,
doubtless
,
had
this
Prince
at
all
In
purse
or
coffer
:
for
,
when
some
did
call
For
Cesars
Tribute
,
then
,
behold
,
must
he
Dispatch
in
haste
a
Servant
to
the
Sea
In
an
uncertain
Fishes
mouth
to
spy
A
piece
of
Coyn
(
Oh
wondrous
Treasury
!
)
With
which
he
straight
did
Caesars
Tribute
pay
▪
(
Though
small
Engagement
on
the
Children
lay
Rather
than
hee
'l
be
disobedient
thought
,
To
raise
the
Tax
,
a
Miracle
is
wrought
.
But
here
t
is
like
some
may
desire
to
know
The
cause
why
he
abas'd
himself
so
low
?
The
Answer
to
which
Query's
very
plain
;
His
Errand
so
requir'd
,
if
he
'd
obtain
The
Soul
,
for
whom
his
Country
he
did
leave
,
He
of
his
Glory
must
himself
bereave
.
'T
was
Love
that
brought
him
into
this
disguise
,
To
come
incognito
to
haughty
Eyes
,
To
lay
aside
awhile
his
Robes
of
State
,
And
thus
in
Pilgrims
weeds
upon
her
wait
:
Without
this
Form
assum'd
,
these
Raggs
put
on
,
The
mighty
Work
could
never
have
been
done
.
She
grov'ling
lay
below
,
unable
quite
Once
to
aspire
unto
his
Glorious
Sight
.
Therefore
must
he
a
Garb
suitable
take
To
raise
her
up
,
and
his
dear
Consort
make
;
He
must
descend
,
that
she
might
mount
above
,
And
joyn
in
a
fit
Entercourse
of
Love.
So
the
kind
Sun
beams
do
the
Dunghil
gild
,
That
it
to
Heaven
may
Exalations
yeild
,
With
pregant
Show'rs
to
fertilize
the
Field
.
CHAP.
III.
Shewing
how
upon
the
arrival
of
the
glorious
Prince
,
th●
Vice-Roy
of
that
Country
contrived
in
a
barbarous
maner
to
take
away
his
Life
.
And
of
the
horrid
Massacre
that
fell
out
upon
it
in
the
Town
of
Bethlehem
.
And
how
the
Prince
escaped
and
fled
nto
Egypt
.
Also
discovering
how
the
Creature
he
came
;
to
be
a
suiter
to
was
preingaged
by
the
black
King
to
the
Monster
o●
def●rmity
,
a
Bastard
of
his
own
begetting
,
calle●
Lust
.
And
of
the
great
and
fearful
battel
that
fell
ou●
between
the
Prince
of
Light
,
and
Apollyon
Prince
of
Darkness
;
and
how
Apollyon
was
over-come
and
,
after
three
amazing
Incounters
,
forc'd
t●
fly
.
THough
Goodness
still
's
oppos'd
by
envious
Hate
▪
Vertue
(
like
Palms
)
thrives
by
th'
oppressing
weight
▪
Our
Princes
Welcome
is
in
part
exprest
,
But
what
ensues
is
worse
than
all
the
rest
.
Of
his
sad
usage
further
I
'le
declare
,
And
the
curs'd
cruel
Foes
he
met
with
there
.
No
sooner
flutt'ring
Fame
the
news
had
told
Of
his
arrive
;
and
that
some
Seers
of
old
(
Heralds
of
Fate
)
proclaim'd
him
on
Record
To
be
a
high-born
Prince
,
and
mighty
Lord
:
But
presently
the
Voyce-Roy
of
that
Land
Was
fill'd
with
Indignation
on
each
hand
;
Fearing
,
't
is
like
,
he
might
deposed
be
,
Or
much
diminisht
in
his
Dignitie
;
That
this
great
stranger
might
assume
his
Crown
,
Or
quite
eclipse
his
perishing
Renown
.
For
when
the
Sun
doth
rise
and
shine
so
clear
,
The
Moon
and
Stars
do
all
straight
disappear
.
Not
knowing
what
strange
evils
might
arise
;
He
therefore
did
a
bloody
Plot
devise
.
Such
was
his
Rage
and
undeserved
spight
,
He
needs
would
butcher
this
sweet
Lamb
of
Light
;
Who
though
to
none
he
thought
one
dram
of
ill
,
Yet
he
resolves
his
precious
Blood
to
spill
:
But
failing
of
one
Treacherous
Design
,
He
and
his
Gang
do
in
a
worse
combine
:
Which
was
by
strict
Inquiries
for
to
hear
,
When
this
bright
Star
did
first
to
men
appear
?
That
so
he
might
exactly
know
the
Day
When
he
arriv'd
,
and
in
a
Manger
lay
.
Which
known
,
to
make
all
sure
he
straight
contrives
To
sacrifice
a
thousand
harmless
Lives
,
And
kill
the
Males
,
yea
every
one
of
them
Which
had
been
born
in
famous
Bethlehem
,
From
two
years
old
or
under
,
ever
since
The
late
prediction
of
this
new-born
Prince
.
Judging
this
way
(
't
is
like
)
might
be
the
best
To
cut
off
him
,
unknown
,
amongst
the
rest
.
Which
horrid
Massacre
he
brought
to
pass
,
And
one
more
bloody
sure
there
never
was
:
If
Circumstances
were
but
weighed
well
,
Both
what
they
were
,
and
why
that
day
they
fell
On
the
poor
Babes
;
they
no
compassion
have
,
But
hurle
them
from
the
Cradle
to
the
Grave
.
The
weeping
Mothers
rais'd
a
swelling
flood
Of
their
own
tears
,
mixt
with
their
Childrens
blood
;
In
every
street
are
heard
most
dismal
Cries
,
Be
wailing
those
untimely
Obsequies
:
As
had
been
prophesied
long
before
,
By
Rachel's
moans
,
refusing
to
give
o're
,
She
sighs
,
and
weeps
,
and
has
no
comfort
got
,
Because
her
hopeful
Children
now
are
not
.
Great
was
the
slaughter
;
yet
their
hopes
were
crost
,
The
precious
Prey
these
raging
Blood-hounds
lost
:
For
th'
Prince
of
Peace
had
notice
of
this
thing
,
And
fled
to
Egypt
from
this
wrathful
King
;
And
there
remaining
,
graciously
was
fed
,
Until
this
Savage
Murderer
was
dead
.
And
when
he
heard
what
had
that
wretch
befel
,
He
hastned
back
to
'th
Land
of
Israel
.
But
news
being
brought
of
Archilaus's
Raign
,
Soon
found
it
needful
to
remove
again
.
So
being
warn'd
of
God
,
to
Galilee
He
turn'd
aside
;
and
there
at
present
we
Shall
leave
him
,
whilst
we
may
more
fully
hear
The
great
design
of
this
his
coming
there
.
Some
possibly
may
say
,
was
't
not
to
take
Unto
himself
a
Kingdom
,
and
so
make
Himself
Renowned
,
Great
and
very
High
,
Above
each
Prince
and
Earthly
Monarchy
?
〈…〉
Was
't
not
to
take
the
Crowns
of
every
King
,
And
all
their
Glory
to
the
Dust
to
bring
,
To
set
their
Diadems
on
his
own
head
,
That
so
the
Nations
might
be
better
led
?
Was
't
not
to
take
Revenge
upon
his
Foes
,
And
grind
to
Powder
all
that
him
oppose
?
Was
it
not
to
commence
his
glorious
Raign
,
That
so
he
might
the
pride
of
Nations
stain
?
Herod
,
t
is
like
,
as
you
before
did
hear
,
Such
things
might
dream
,
and
it
might
vainly
fear
:
But
wholly
groundless
:
for
(
alas
)
he
came
Not
as
a
King
to
punish
,
but
a
Lamb
,
To
offer
up
in
sacrifice
his
Life
,
To
put
an
end
to
all
tormenting
strife
,
And
only
gain
a
poor
,
but
long'd-for
Wife
.
His
sole
design
,
I
told
you
,
it
was
Love
,
'T
was
that
alone
which
brought
him
from
above
,
These
hardships
,
and
these
pains
to
undergo
,
And
many
more
,
which
yet
we
have
to
show
:
For
these
are
nothing
,
in
comparison
Of
those
which
must
be
told
e●re
we
have
done
.
He
in
those
parts
had
been
but
thirty
year
,
And
little
had
he
don
that
we
can
he●r
About
obtaining
of
the
Creatures
love
,
But
gloriously
did
then
the
matter
move
,
Unto
the
Soul
,
who
little
did
it
mind
,
For
she
(
alas
)
was
otherwise
inclin●d
:
For
the
Black
King
that
had
usurp'd
that
Land
,
An
Ill
shapt
Bastard
had
,
of
proud
command
,
Whom
having
drest
up
in
a
much
Gallantry
,
He
did
appear
so
pleasant
in
her
Eye
,
That
he
before
had
her
affections
won
,
And
in
her
heart
established
his
Throne
;
Though
he
design'd
no
less
than
to
betray
And
murder
her
in
an
infidious
way
:
Of
which
the
silly
Soul
was
not
aware
,
But
fondly
blind
could
not
discern
the
snare
.
Too
like
(
alas
)
to
many
now
a
dayes
,
Whom
fawning
,
words
and
flattery
betrays
.
This
Imp
of
Darkness
,
and
first-born
of
Hell
Transform'd
by
Witchcra●●
,
and
a
cursed
Spell
,
Like
a
brisk
gawdy
Gallant
now
appears
,
And
still
false
locks
,
and
borrowed
Garments
wears
:
Then
boldly
sets
upon
her
,
and
with
strong
And
sweet
lip'd
Rhetorick
of
a
Courtly
tongue
Salutes
her
Ears
,
and
doth
each
way
discover
The
Amorous
Language
of
a
wanton
Lover
.
He
smiles
,
he
toyes
,
and
now
and
then
le
ts
fly
Imperious
glances
from
his
lustful
Eye
;
Adorns
her
Orient
Neck
with
Penly
charms
,
And
with
rich
Bracelets
decks
her
Ivory
Arms
:
Boasts
the
extent
of
his
Imperial
Power
,
And
offers
Wealth
and
worldly
pleasure
to
her
.
Jocund
he
seem'd
,
and
full
of
sprightly
Mirth
,
And
the
poor
Soul
never
inquir'd
his
Birth
.
She
lik'd
his
Face
,
but
dream't
not
of
the
Dart
Wherewith
he
waited
to
transfix
her
Heart
.
There
is
no
foe
to
such
a
Dalilaw
,
As
pretends
love
,
yet
ready
is
to
draw
The
Poysonous
Spear
,
and
with
a
treacherous
kiss
Bereaves
the
Soul
of
everlasting
Bliss
.
If
you
would
know
this
treacherous
Monster
's
name
(
As
you
before
have
heard
from
whence
he
came
)
'T
is
he
by
whom
thousands
deceiv'd
have
bin
,
Heav'ns
foe
,
and
Satan's
cursed
Off-spring
,
SIN
.
A
violater
of
all
Righteous
Laws
,
And
one
that
still
to
all
Uncleaness
draws
;
Author
of
Whored
omes
,
Perjuries
,
Disorders
,
Thefts
,
Rapines
,
Blood
,
Idolatries
,
and
Murders
.
From
whom
all
Plagues
,
and
all
Diseases
flow
!
And
Death
it self
to
him
his
be'ng
doth
ow.
This
Monster
of
Pollution
,
the
undone
Poor
Soul
too
long
had
been
enamour'd
on
;
And
by
the
Craft
his
Sire
Apollyon
lent
,
Doubted
not
to
obtain
her
full
Consent
.
But
when
Apollyon
saw
this
Prince
of
Peace
,
His
wrathfull
spight
against
him
did
encrease
:
So
brave
a
Rival
he
could
not
endure
,
But
sought
all
means
his
Ruine
to
procure
.
Shall
I
,
saith
he
,
thus
lose
my
hop'd-for
prey
,
See
my
Designs
all
blasted
in
one
day
,
Which
I
have
carried
on
from
Age
to
Age
,
With
deepest
Policy
,
and
fiercest
Rage
?
My
utmost
Stratagems
I
first
will
try
,
And
rather
on
the
very
Spot
I
le
dye
.
Thus
Hellishly
resolv'd
,
he
does
prepare
Straight
to
commence
the
bold
and
Impious
War
,
And
now
the
sharp
Encounter
does
begin
A
Fight
so
fierce
no
eye
had
ever
seen
,
Nor
shall
hereafter
ere
behold
agen
.
But
first
be
pleas'd
to
take
a
prospect
here
,
Of
the
two
Combatants
as
they
appear
:
The
first
a
Person
of
Celestial
Race
,
Lovely
his
shape
,
ineffable
his
Face
;
The
frown
with
which
he
struck
the
trembling
Fiend
All
smiles
of
humane
Beauty
did
transcend
:
His
head
's
with
Glory
arm'd
,
and
his
strong
hand
No
power
of
Earth
or
Hell
can
long
withstand
.
He
heads
the
mighty
Hosts
in
Heav'n
above
,
And
all
on
Earth
,
who
do
Jehovah
love
.
His
Camp
's
so
great
,
they
many
millions
are
,
With
whom
no
one
for
Courage
may
compare
,
They
are
all
chosen
men
,
and
cloath'd
in
white
,
Ah!
to
behold
them
,
what
a
lovely
sight
Is
it
!
And
yet
more
grave
and
lovely
far
To
joyn
and
make
one
in
this
Holy
War.
The
other
was
a
King
of
Courage
bold
,
But
very
grim
and
ghastly
to
behold
;
Great
was
his
power
,
yet
his
garb
did
show
Sad
Symptoms
of
a
former
overthrow
:
But
now
recruited
with
a
numerous
Train
,
Arm'd
with
dispair
,
he
tempts
his
fate
again
.
Under
his
Banner
the
black
Regiments
fight
,
And
all
the
Wicked
Troops
which
hate
the
light
:
His
Voluntiers
are
spread
from
North
to
South
,
And
flaming
Sulphur
belches
from
his
Mouth
.
Such
was
the
grand
Importance
of
their
sight
,
It
did
all
eyes
on
Earth
and
Heaven
invite
To
be
spectators
,
and
attention
lend
:
So
much
did
ne're
on
any
Field
depend
;
No
not
Pharsalia's
Plains
,
where
Caesar
fought
,
And
the
Worlds
Empire
at
one
conquest
caught
.
Alas
,
the
Issue
of
that
famous
Fray
,
May
not
compare
with
this
more
fatal
Day
.
Should
the
Black
monstrous
Tyrant
Prince
prevail
,
The
Hearts
and
hopes
of
all
man-kind
must
fail
:
But
above
all
,
she
who
caus'd
their
contest
Would
be
more
miserable
than
all
the
rest
;
Shee
,
she
,
poor
soul
!
for
ever
were
undone
,
And
never
would
have
help
from
any
one
;
T
was
for
Her
sake
alone
the
War
begun
.
Some
fabulous
Writers
tell
a
wonderous
story
,
And
give
I
know
not
what
St.
George
the
Glory
Of
rescuing
bravely
a
distressed
Maid
From
a
strange
Dragon
,
by
his
Generous
aid
.
This
I
am
sure
our
blessed
Captain
fought
With
a
fierce
Dragon
,
and
Salvation
wrought
For
her
,
who
else
had
been
devoured
quite
By
that
Old
Serpents
subtility
and
spight
.
But
now
t
is
time
their
Combate
to
display
Behold
the
Warriers
ready
in
Array
.
Apollyon
well
stor'd
with
crafty
wit
Long
time
had
waited
for
a
season
fit
,
That
so
he
might
some
great
advantage
get
.
And
knowing
well
the
Prince
of
Light
had
fasted
Ful
forty
days
,
then
presently
he
hasted
To
give
him
Battle
,
and
a
Challenge
makes
,
Which
no
less
cheerfully
Christ
undertakes
.
The
King
of
Darkness
the
first
onset
gave
,
Thinking
his
foe
to
startle
,
or
out-brave
.
He
flung
at
him
a
very
cruel
Dart
,
And
aym'd
to
hit
him
just
upon
the
Heart
.
He
'd
have
him
doubt
or
question
,
if
t
were
so
?
Whether
he
were
the
Son
of
God
or
no
?
But
the
blest
Lord
did
use
his
Sword
so
well
,
That
down
the
others
weapons
straight
way
fell
:
It
made
him
reel
,
and
forc'd
him
back
to
stand
,
And
beat
his
Lance
at
once
out
of
his
hand
.
At
which
this
disappointed
wrathful
King
Doth
gnash
his
threatning
teeth
,
and
shews
his
sting
;
Is
mad
and
foams
,
and
fain
the
Dog
would
bite
:
He
swells
like
to
a
Toad
,
enough
to
fright
A
mortal
man
,
on
him
to
cast
an
eye
And
then
breaks
out
with
sad
and
hideous
cry
.
Apollyon
King
of
Darkness
.
Shall
I
be
foiled
thus
?
or
thus
give
o're
,
Whom
never
any
could
yet
stand
before
?
Have
not
the
Mighty
fallen
by
my
hand
,
Enforc'd
to
yeild
to
me
in
every
Land
?
Whole
Kingdoms
(
Sir
)
have
trucled
to
my
pow'r
▪
If
once
I
'm
mov'd
,
Millions
I
can
devour
.
Nay
,
with
one
stroke
,
thou
very
well
dost
know
,
I
all
the
World
at
once
did
overthrow
.
My
very
Name
is
frightful
unto
all
,
Who
trembling
fly
,
if
I
upon
them
fall
.
My
voyce
is
like
unto
a
mighty
Thunder
▪
And
with
a
word
I
keep
the
Nations
under
.
See
how
they
faint
,
and
shrink
,
and
shreek
for
fear
,
If
of
my
coming
once
they
do
but
hear
:
They
quiver
all
,
and
like
a
Leaf
do
shake
,
And
dare
not
stand
when
I
approaches
make
.
Besides
all
this
,
much
more
I
have
to
boast
:
Which
of
the
Champions
of
thy
Earthly
Host
Have
I
not
overcome
,
and
put
to
flight
?
None
ever
able
were
with
me
to
fight
.
Noah
that
Servant
(
Holy
Just
)
of
thine
,
I
did
o'recome
by
'th
juce
of
his
own
Vine
:
And
Righteous
Lot
I
next
may
reckon
up
,
A
Trophy
unto
my
victorious
Cup
,
Whereby
he
into
Incest
fell
two
Times
:
And
these
thou
know'st
are
no
Inferiour
Crimes
▪
Thy
Jacob
too
,
though
he
could
wrestle
well
,
Yet
by
my
Arm
most
grievously
he
fell
:
And
so
likewise
did
his
most
Zealous
Mother
:
By
Lies
I
made
him
to
supplant
his
Brother
.
Joseph
for
thee
,
although
he
was
sincere
,
I
quickly
taught
by
Pharoah's
Life
to
swear
.
And
Judah
,
from
whose
Loins
thou
dost
proceed
,
I
worsted
much
,
do
but
the
Story
read
.
Moses
himself
,
thy
Captain
Generall
,
By
me
receiv'd
a
shrew'd
and
dismal
fall
,
Although
so
meek
,
when
I
did
him
engage
,
I
mov'd
him
into
passion
and
great
rage
,
By
which
I
did
so
vex
his
troubl'd
mind
,
That
he
could
not
the
Land
of
Promise
find
.
Sampson
was
very
strong
,
I
know
,
yet
he
Was
overcome
by
Dalilah
and
me
.
And
David
,
though
a
King
,
and
most
devout
,
Sustain'd
by
me
almost
a
total
Rout
;
Although
he
slew
a
Lyon
,
and
a
Bear
,
And
my
Goliah
likewise
would
not
spare
,
But
with
his
sling
that
Champion
did
destroy
,
Who
did
the
Camp
of
Israel
annoy
:
For
all
these
mighty
Acts
,
when
once
I
came
To
try
his
strength
,
I
brought
him
unto
shame
:
The
people
numbred
,
and
his
God
forsaken
,
By
Adult'ry
and
Murder
over-taken
.
And
Solomon
,
a
mighty
King
and
wise
,
Did
I
by
force
and
subtilety
surprize
;
I
planted
for
him
such
a
curious
Net
,
As
soon
Intangled
his
unwary
feet
;
Strange
Womens
charms
withdrew
his
heart
from
thee
To
doting
Lust
,
and
curs'd
Idolatrie
.
The
time
would
fail
me
,
should
I
number
all
The
Noble
Worthies
,
I
have
caus'd
to
fall
.
Ne're
any
yet
upon
the
Earth
did
dwell
,
But
by
my
conquering
sword
they
vanquisht
fell
.
And
thinkst
thou
,
Man
,
that
I
to
thee
will
yield
,
When
slesht
with
Vict'ories
,
basely
quit
the
Field
.
Mistake
not
thus
,
I
le
have
the
other
blow
,
I
want
no
strength
nor
Courage
thou
shalt
know
.
Prince
of
Light.
Thy
pride
,
Apollyon
,
and
thy
Hellish
Rage
,
Long
since
thy
utter
Downfal
did
presage
.
Vain
are
thy
Boasts
,
these
Rants
no
good
will
doe
,
I
know
thou
art
a
cowardly
bragging
Foe
.
Forbear
with
Lies
my
Servants
to
condemn
,
'T
were
only
foils
,
not
falls
,
thou
gavest
them
.
Lurking
in
Secret
,
thou
didst
treacherously
At
unawares
sometimes
upon
them
fly
;
But
rallying
straight
they
did
renew
the
Fight
,
Quencht
all
thy
Darts
,
and
soon
put
thee
to
slight
:
And
now
beyond
thy
reach
,
in
full
renown
,
For
their
reward
,
enjoy
an
endless
Crown
.
And
though
on
some
thou
hast
prevail'd
too
far
,
With
me
thou
art
unable
to
wage
War.
'T
is
for
their
sakes
that
forth
my
wrath
is
spread
;
Thou
bruisdst
their
Heels
,
but
I
will
bruise
thy
Head.
Apollyon
.
Stop
there
I
pray
,
let
's
try
the
other
Bout
,
And
see
if
thou
canst
me
so
quickly
rout
.
I
am
resolv'd
my
utmost
force
to
try
,
For
all
my
hopes
I
find
at
Stake
do
ly
:
E're
I
'le
be
baffled
thus
,
and
lose
my
Prey
,
Upon
thy
back
still
sharper
Strokes
I
'le
lay
.
Prince
of
Light.
What
is
the
Cause
thou
art
so
furious
now
,
And
thus
on
me
dost
bend
thy
Brazen
brow
?
What
is
thy
fear
?
why
dost
thou
rage
?
or
why
Dost
tremble
thus
,
and
look
so
gashfully
?
Why
doth
thy
fading
Colour
come
and
go
?
Speak
,
Hellish
Fiend
!
what
I
command
thee
,
do
.
Apollyon
.
Great
Reason's
for't
;
I
partly
understand
The
Cause
why
thou
art
come
into
this
Land
:
And
having
found
what
thy
intentions
are
,
Needs
must
the
same
me
terrify
and
scare
.
I
do
perceive
what
did
thee
chiefly
move
To
leave
the
Glory
which
thou
hadst
above
;
'T
was
love
that
thou
didst
to
a
Creature
bear
,
Which
unto
me
in
truth
is
very
dear
;
And
I
will
make
my
glistering
Spear
to
bend
,
E're
I
to
thee
in
this
will
condescend
;
Before
I
will
her
lose
,
I
'le
tear
and
roar
,
And
all
Infernal
Pow'rs
I
will
Implore
,
That
I
Assistance
of
them
may
obtain
,
Against
a
Foe
I
do
so
much
disdain
.
Prince
of
Light.
But
why
should
this
stir
up
thy
hellish
rage
,
If
I
in
love
am
moved
to
engage
The
precious
Soul
,
and
her
betroth
to
me
,
What
wrong
can
that
(
vile
monster
)
do
to
thee
?
Thy
horrid
pride
hath
wrought
thy
overthrow
,
And
thou
wouldst
fain
have
her
be
damned
too
.
But
know
this
Match
in
Heav'n's
made
,
&
thy
hand
Can
not
prevent
nor
break
this
Sacred
Band.
Apollyon
.
She
's
preingag'd
to
one
,
whom
I
do
Love
,
And
I
concern'd
am
;
for
't
was
I
did
move
The
question
to
her
,
did
first
the
Contract
make
,
And
I
'm
resolv'd
she
never
shall
it
break
.
The
party
too
is
my
own
offspring
dear
,
And
I
to
him
most
true
Affections
bear
:
And
reason
there
is
for
't
,
't
was
he
alone
Founded
my
Kingdom
,
and
first
rais'd
my
Throne
.
'T
is
he
who
every
where
doth
for
me
stand
,
Yea
and
maintains
my
Cause
in
every
Land.
My
Subjects
he
brings
in
both
great
and
small
;
Without
his
Aid
soon
would
my
Kingdom
fall
.
And
if
this
contract
should
be
broke
,
I
see
But
little
Service
more
can
he
do
me
.
Blame
me
not
therefore
,
if
I
grow
inrag'd
,
And
thus
in
furious
battel
am
engag'd
.
Prince
of
Light.
Thou
canst
not
hide
from
me
thy
curst
design
,
Most
horrid
hatred
is
that
love
of
thine
.
Thou
seek'st
her
life
,
her
blood
,
nought
else
will
do
But
her
most
desperate
final
overthrow
.
I
likewise
see
how
the
sad
game
is
laid
,
How
she
by
treacherous
Loves
to
Sin
's
betraid
:
But
I
that
League
resolve
to
break
asunder
,
Dissolve
your
Charms
,
&
quickly
bring
thee
under
;
Although
I
know
thou
art
a
Son
of
Thunder
.
I
'le
spoyl
all
your
designs
,
and
make
appear
That
only
I
that
Soul
do
love
most
dear
.
I
'le
spill
my
dearest
blood
upon
the
Ground
,
But
your
Infernal
Plots
I
will
confound
.
I
am
her
friend
,
and
will
so
faithful
prove
,
That
all
shall
say
I
'm
worthy
of
her
love
.
My
Life
is
in
my
hand
.
I
le
lay
it
down
E're
she
shall
miss
of
the
Eternal
Crown
.
Thou
damned
art
,
and
wouldst
(
I
fully
know
)
Bring
her
into
the
same
eternal
wo
:
But
know
,
vile
Fiend
,
't
is
more
than
thou
canst
do
,
Unless
thou
can'st
this
day
prevail
o're
me
,
Those
dreadful
Torments
she
shall
never
see
.
At
this
Apollyon's
parched
Lips
did
quiver
,
These
words
,
like
darts
,
struck
through
his
heart
and
liver
,
He
gnaw'd
his
very
tongue
for
pain
and
wo
,
And
stampt
,
and
foam'd
,
and
knew
not
what
to
do
,
Till
e're
a
while
,
like
to
a
Lyon
bold
,
Upon
his
Spear
he
furiously
takes
hold
,
And
doth
the
second
time
the
Lord
engage
,
With
greater
violence
and
fiercer
rage
.
As
when
loud
Thunder
roars
,
and
rends
the
Skie
,
Or
murdering
Cannons
let
their
Bullets
fly
:
So
did
he
cause
as
't
were
the
Earth
to
quake
,
When
he
at
him
the
second
time
did
make
;
And
by
the
force
of
his
permitted
power
,
Snatches
him
up
,
as
if
he
would
devour
Him
,
like
the
prey
which
hungry
Lyons
eat
;
But
not
prevailing
,
down
he
did
him
set
Upon
a
Pinacle
'o
th
Temple
high
,
And
then
again
upon
him
does
let
fly
:
But
finding
he
no
hurt
to
him
could
do
,
He
strives
him
headlong
down
from
thence
to
throw
Pretending
if
he
were
so
great
an
one
,
His
foot
could
not
be
dasht
against
a
Stone
.
But
then
our
Prince
did
draw
his
Sword
again
,
Not
doubting
in
the
least
he
should
obtain
Another
victory
against
this
foe
;
And
did
indeed
give
him
so
great
a
blow
,
That
he
fell
down
,
being
forced
to
give
ore
,
And
shamefully
retreated
,
as
before
,
Now
would
one
think
the
Battel
quite
were
done
,
And
time
for
the
black
Prince
away
to
run
:
But
he
reviv'd
,
and
did
fresh
Courage
take
;
As
men
would
do
,
when
all
doth
ly
at
stake
,
And
a
third
Battel
was
resolv'd
to
see
,
What
ere
the
fatal
Consequence
might
be
.
Apollyon
now
to
his
last
shift
was
driven
,
Almost
of
all
his
Magazine
bereaven
.
But
one
poor
Weapon
more
he
had
to
try
;
If
worsted
there
,
resolved
was
to
fly
.
And
here
indeed
God
suffer'd
him
once
more
To
take
him
up
,
as
he
had
done
before
.
Ah!
t
was
a
sight
most
dismal
to
behold
,
What
foe
was
e're
thus
impudently
bold
!
That
so
was
bafled
,
forced
to
retreat
,
And
found
his
Enemie
too
wise
and
great
A
thousand
times
for
him
,
yet
would
essay
By
force
of
Arms
to
carry
him
away
.
Don't
Heaven
and
Earth
,
and
all
amazed
stand
To
see
the
Prince
of
Light
in
Satan's
hand
,
Or
rather
in
his
Arms
carry'd
on
high
,
As
if
he
would
have
kill'd
him
secretly
;
But
on
a
mighty
Mountain
him
he
set
,
Hoping
he
might
some
great
advantage
get
;
A
cunning
Stratagem
he
did
devise
,
Thinking
thereby
our
Saviour
to
surprize
,
And
him
'orecome
by
subtile
Policy
,
And
that
was
to
present
unto
his
Eye
The
Glory
of
this
World
,
the
only
Snare
By
which
poor
Mortals
often
ruin'd
are
.
This
Hellish
Prince
is
full
of
Craft
and
Wiles
,
And
with
's
inventions
all
the
World
beguiles
.
From
him
the
Politick
Achitophel
,
And
our
more
modern
famous
Machiavel
,
With
other
States-men
learn't
their
puzling
Arts
To
plague
the
World
,
that
Science
he
imparts
,
To
imbroil
Nat'ions
,
and
cheat
honest
Hearts
.
Sly
Stratagems
in
War
,
most
wise
men
know
Have
oft
prevail'd
,
where
Force
no
good
could
do
.
The
Walls
sometimes
of
Castles
down
do
fall
,
When
n'ere
a
Bullet
hath
been
shot
at
all
,
Unless
discharged
from
a
Silver
Gun
;
Thousands
(
alas
!
)
this
way
have
been
undone
.
Strong
Citties
Gates
(
we
know
)
have
open'd
been
With
Golden
Keyes
,
and
Enemies
let
in
,
Which
force
nor
strength
could
ne're
have
made
to
fly
,
Nor
been
broke
down
by
fiercest
Battery
.
The
Maxime's
true
,
which
frequently
we
read
,
That
Policy
doth
very
far
exceed
The
Strength
and
pow'r
of
great
&
haughty
Kings
;
And
to
subjection
mighty
Nations
brings
.
But
all
the
Strength
,
nor
Craft
,
nor
power
either
,
Which
Satan
hath
with
all
his
fiends
together
,
Could
with
this
Glorious
Lord
prevail
i'
th
least
,
Who
hath
the
strength
of
Heaven
to
assist
,
And
was
himself
Omnipotent
in
power
:
Doth
Satan
think
he
can
a
God
devour
?
Can
fading
Glories
of
vile
Earth
intice
,
Or
break
his
purpose
off
,
when
Paradise
Could
not
upon
him
any
Influence
have
,
To
turn
his
love
from
her
he
came
to
save
?
How
soon
deep
Policy
is
overthrown
,
And
crafty
fraud
to
foolish
madness
come
!
Art
thou
,
Apollyon
,
such
a
wretched
Sot
?
Hast
thou
no
other
Bait
,
nor
weapon
got
?
Is
this
thy
wit
,
and
can'st
thou
do
no
more
Than
give
him
that
which
was
his
own
before
?
How
prodigal
thou
seem'st
?
wilt
thou
bestow
At
once
on
him
all
Kingdomes
here
below
?
What
then
will
all
thy
flattered
Subjects
do
?
If
thus
thou
rashly
giv'st
them
all
away
,
What
wilt
thou
do
thy self
another
day
?
What!
is
poor
Soul
worth
more
than
all
the
world
?
That
all
thou
hast
shall
thus
away
be
hurld
,
Rather
then
thou
of
Soul
would'st
be
bereav'd
?
'T
is
time
for
her
to
see
she
ben't
deceiv'd
.
What!
all
the
Kingdoms
of
the
world
!
Pray
who
Did
give
them
all
,
or
any
unto
you
?
Ah!
what
a
Traytor
's
here
!
Is
't
not
a
shame
Before
thy
Soveraign's
face
to
make
a
Claim
Unto
those
Kingdoms
,
where
thou
hast
no
right
?
Thou
know'st
they
do
belong
to
'th
Prince
of
light
.
Thine
if
thou
call'st
them
,
't
is
by
Usurpation
,
No
other
right
hast
thou
to
any
Nation
.
But
we
discourse
too
long
:
behold
a
sight
,
Apollyon
rallies
all
his
scattered
might
.
Now
nothing
else
than
a
full
Conquest
will
The
haughty
Wretch
his
wild
Ambition
fill
.
How
fain
would
he
Majestick
Steps
have
trod
,
And
worship'd
be
,
nay
worship'd
by
a
God
?
But
the
wise
Prince
of
Light
doth
straight
advance
To
check
his
bold
and
vain
Extravagance
,
Declares
his
pow'r
,
and
shakes
the
awfull
Rod
;
Thou
shalt
not
(
what
?
)
tempt
(
who
?
)
the
Lord
thy
God
?
This
well-plac'd
stroak
did
Satan
quite
confound
;
He
cannot
stay
,
yet
's
loth
to
quit
the
ground
.
But
seeing
that
he
needs
must
now
be
gone
;
Looks
back
,
and
grins
,
and
howling
,
thus
goes
on
.
Apollyon
.
Although
I
find
thou
art
for
me
too
strong
,
Yet
I
'le
revenged
be
,
for
all
the
wrong
I
have
sustain'd
,
either
on
thee
or
thine
;
For
which
the
powers
of
Hell
shall
all
combine
,
T'
engage
thee
in
another
sort
of
Fight
,
Although
at
present
I
am
bafled
quite
.
Moreover
,
this
I
further
have
to
say
,
So
long
as
thou
dost
in
this
Country
stay
,
Be
sure
of
troubles
thou
shalt
have
thy
fill
,
I
'le
sett
my
Servants
on
thee
,
and
they
will
,
By
help
from
me
,
add
sorrows
to
thy
dayes
,
Strew
all
thy
Paths
with
Throns
,
and
cross
thy
ways
.
I
'le
render
thee
as
odious
as
I
can
,
That
thou
mayst
be
disown'd
by
every
man.
What
I
,
and
all
Infernal
Powers
can
do
,
To
make
thee
miserable
,
or
o'rethrow
The
great
Design
,
which
thou
art
come
about
,
We
are
resolved
now
to
work
it
out
.
And
though
thou
thinkst
this
Soul
for
to
obtain
,
I
tell
thee
now
I
have
her
in
my
Chain
;
And
doubt
not
but
I
there
shall
hold
her
fast
,
Till
tired
out
,
thy
love
be
over-past
.
Nay
let
me
tell
thee
further
in
thine
Ear
,
She
unto
thee
doth
perfect
hatred
bear
:
Thee
,
nor
thy
Portion
doth
she
like
at
all
,
Although
for
her
thou
dost
thy self
inthrall
,
And
into
Troubles
and
afflictions
bring
:
What
wise
man
ever
would
do
such
a
thing
?
What
love
,
where
thou
no
love
art
like
to
have
,
Tho
thou
the
same
a
thousand
times
shouldst
Crave
?
If
this
proves
not
most
true
,
then
me
you
shall
The
Father
of
Lies
hereafter
Justly
call
.
Boast
not
this
Conquest
,
though
I
go
my
way
,
I
'le
meet
the
better
Arm'd
another
day
.
A
hideous
Clapy
of
Thunder
then
was
heard
,
And
streight
the
cursed
Spirit
disappeard
.
CHAP.
IIII.
Shewing
what
joy
there
was
in
Heaven
amongst
the
Angels
,
upon
the
great
Victory
obtained
over
the
black
King.
Shewing
also
how
affectionately
in
a
sweet
heavenly
manner
,
the
Prince
of
light
after
this
saluted
the
Soul
he
came
to
save
,
for
whose
sake
he
had
passed
throw
all
these
sorrows
.
And
how
the
ungrateful
blind
&
deluded
wretch
slighted
and
dispised
him
in
her
Heart
;
choosing
rather
to
hearken
to
,
and
side
with
Apollyon
,
King
of
Darkness
,
and
to
entertain
the
Monster
of
pollution
,
sensual
Lusts
,
than
to
become
a
Spouse
to
so
glorious
a
Prince
;
pretending
she
knew
him
not
,
neither
would
she
believe
he
was
the
son
of
God
,
the
blessed
and
eternal
Potentate
;
demanding
signs
of
him
.
Shewing
upon
this
what
strange
and
wonderful
Miracles
he
wrought
amongst
the
people
,
who
notwithstanding
all
,
went
about
to
kill
him
.
And
how
he
was
forc'd
to
fly
from
one
Country
to
another
,
to
preserve
his
life
.
And
what
hardships
and
difficulties
he
passed
through
,
for
love
he
bore
to
the
poor
Creature
.
NO
sooner
had
this
Overthrow
been
given
,
But
Troops
of
Angels
did
descend
from
Heaven
,
Unto
this
Prince
with
great
Congratulation
,
Yeilding
to
him
all
humble
Adoration
.
Ah!
how
the
glorious
Seraphims
did
sing
,
Bringing
fresh
Bayes
of
Triumph
to
their
King.
They
come
to
serve
him
,
as
was
just
and
right
,
Because
his
En'emy
he
hath
put
to
flight
.
Let
Heaven
rejoyce
,
and
Earth
resound
his
praise
,
For
victory
or'e
him
,
who
did
always
Disturb
the
Earth
,
and
whom
none
could
withstand
;
Such
was
his
strength
and
force
in
ev'ry
Land.
Now
might
one
hope
the
Prince
from
trouble
's
freed
And
quickly
will
in
his
Affairs
succeed
,
Wherein
he
hath
such
great
obstructions
met
,
Since
first
his
feet
upon
the
Earth
were
set
.
Kindly
he
now
doth
the
poor
Soul
salute
,
And
with
such
fervency
begins
his
suit
;
And
in
such
sort
he
did
himself
declare
,
That
none
in
Woing
could
with
him
compare
.
No
Orator
on
Earth
like
him
could
speak
,
So
powerfully
,
and
sweet
enough
to
break
And
melt
a
breast
of
Steel
,
or
heart
of
Stone
,
If
well
his
words
be
weigh'd
and
thought
upon
.
He
to
this
purpose
doth
salute
her
Ears
Some
times
with
sighs
,
sometimes
with
bitter
tears
.
Prince
of
Light.
Look
unto
me
,
dear
Soul
!
behold
't
is
I
,
Who
lov'd
thee
deeply
from
Eternity
;
Who
at
at
thy
doors
do
stand
,
oh
let
me
in
,
And
do
not
harken
to
that
Monster
,
SIN
.
Refuse
me
not
,
because
my
thoughts
descend
Below
themselves
,
so
far
to
recommend
My
dearest
Love
to
thee
;
although
that
I
No
Beauty
can
at
all
in
thee
espy
:
I
love
not
as
your
Earthly
Lovers
doe
;
'T
is
Beauty
that
engages
them
to
woo
,
Or
the
great
Portion
,
or
the
Vertuous
mind
:
There
's
none
of
these
in
thee
that
I
can
find
.
Yet
my
Affections
burn
,
and
Love
's
so
much
,
No
mortal
ever
did
experience
such
.
Why
dost
thou
frown
?
Ah
doth
thy
hardned
Brow
,
Not
made
at
first
to
wrinkle
,
wrinkle
now
?
I
am
a
Person
of
no
mean
Degree
,
Although
my
heart
is
fixt
and
set
on
thee
.
My
Father
,
who
hath
sent
me
,
is
most
high
;
He
rules
above
,
and
all
beneath
the
Sky
.
All
Kingdoms
of
this
World
they
are
his
own
,
Whether
inhabited
,
or
yet
unknown
.
To
this
great
Monarch
(
Soul
)
I
am
most
dear
,
What
ere
he
has
is
mine
,
I
am
his
Heir
,
His
choice
Delight
,
his
Joy
,
and
only
Son
,
Moreover
,
He
and
I
am
only
one
.
My
Father
is
in
me
,
in
him
am
I
,
And
was
with
him
from
all
Eternity
.
There
's
many
Mansions
in
his
House
,
and
there
Of
all
Delight
thou
shalt
enjoy
thy
share
.
I
'le
raise
thee
unto
Honour
and
Renown
,
And
arch
thy
Temples
with
a
radiant
Crown
:
In
Robes
of
State
I
'le
clothe
thee
every
day
,
All
glorious
within
shall
thy
Array
Be
wrought
of
finest
needle-work
so
bright
,
As
shall
transcend
and
dazle
mortals
sight
.
Then
clear
thine
Eyes
,
and
purifie
thy
Mind
,
Accept
my
Love
,
and
to
thy self
be
kind
,
All
these
Advantages
thou
sure
shalt
find
.
But
oh
!
such
stubborn
dulness
who
can
bear
?
This
Soul
seem'd
not
to
mind
,
or
lend
an
Eare
To
any
thing
the
Lord
did
thus
declare
;
But
lay
like
one
a
sleep
or
rather
dead
,
Being
by
other
Lovers
falsely
led
.
She
rather
entertains
him
with
a
scoff
,
And
frames
slight
Answers
for
to
put
him
off
;
Would
not
believe
he
was
of
such
descent
;
His
sighs
,
nor
Tears
,
could
move
her
to
relent
,
But
joyns
in
League
with
other
bitter
Foes
,
Who
did
contemptuously
his
Grace
oppose
.
Signes
they
demand
,
and
tokens
to
be
given
,
To
make
it
known
that
he
was
sent
from
Heaven
.
He
graciously
to
this
did
condescend
,
That
from
Reproach
he
might
himself
defend
,
To
manifest
he
no
Deceiver
was
,
Strange
things
in
sight
of
all
he
brought
to
pass
.
The
Miracles
he
wrought
did
all
amaze
,
And
highest
wonder
in
the
People
raise
.
The
Lame
and
Impotent
he
made
to
walk
,
The
Blind
he
caus'd
to
see
,
the
Dumb
to
talk
;
Nay
,
such
as
were
born
blind
,
he
made
to
see
;
Which
never
any
did
,
nor
could
,
but
he
.
His
Love
was
such
,
he
daily
went
about
To
find
the
Sick
,
and
the
Distressed
out
All
kind
of
sad
Diseases
he
did
heal
;
No
Friend
like
him
unto
the
Common-weal
.
The
Feaver
,
Phrensy
,
and
the
Leprosy
,
Were
all
remov'd
by
him
most
speedily
;
Yea
,
Bloody-fluxes
too
by
him
were
cur'd
,
When
all
the
Doctors
could
no
help
afford
:
Though
all
they
had
were
on
Physicians
spent
,
Yet
whole
by
him
they
all
were
gratis
sent
.
'T
was
meer
Compassion
,
Bowels
,
and
sweet
Love
,
And
not
Reward
,
did
this
Physician
move
.
By
these
bless'd
deeds
he
soon
obtain'd
a
Name
,
And
all
the
Country
Eccho'd
with
his
Fame
;
So
that
vast
multitudes
did
daily
croud
After
Him
,
and
implore
his
Help
aloud
.
Poor
wretches
who
with
Devils
were
possest
;
And
sorely
griev'd
,
could
see
no
hopes
o●
rest
,
Were
all
deliver'd
by
his
mighty
Hand
.
Such
Pow'r
had
he
Hell's
power
to
Command
,
That
if
he
said
,
Satan
,
come
out
,
straight-way
He
forced
was
this
Prince
for
to
obey
.
Thus
as
with
smallest
touch
he
heal'd
their
Evils
,
He
with
a
word
cast
out
the
foulest
Devils
.
Nay
,
more
than
this
,
that
he
might
quite
remove
All
doubts
from
her
he
did
so
dearly
love
,
That
she
might
know
he
power
had
to
save
,
He
rais'd
the
dead
to
Life
,
though
in
the
Grave
The
Corps
had
buried
been
full
four
days
;
This
very
thing
must
needs
his
Glory
raise
.
He
still
went
on
,
and
more
strange
things
did
do
,
Though
very
few
to
him
did
kindness
show
.
Is
it
not
plain
he
can
do
what
he
list
,
Who
holds
the
mighty
Winds
as
in
his
fist
?
He
that
gave
bounds
unto
the
Sea
and
Land
,
What
is
not
in
his
Power
to
command
?
He
that
doth
suck
the
Clouds
out
of
the
Seas
,
And
makes
them
fall
again
where
e're
he
please
;
He
that
doth
brake
th'
amazing
Thunder-Crack
,
And
bid
the
raging
frightful
Seas
go
back
;
That
doth
the
dreadful
angry
Ocean
still
,
And
call
Heavn's
Meteors
to
obey
his
Will
;
That
counts
the
Sands
,
and
doth
the
Stars
survey
,
And
Hills
and
Mountains
in
a
Ballance
weigh
;
No
other
Name
for
him
can
be
Assign'd
,
But
God
most
high
,
Jehovah
unconfin'd
.
The
precious
Name
,
which
to
this
Prince
is
given
,
Shews
who
he
is
;
he
's
call'd
The
Lord
from
Heaven
.
Another
Title
doth
the
same
express
He
is
Jehovah
,
our
Righteousness
.
Do
not
his
Works
,
and
his
most
glorious
Name
,
His
blessed
Nature
unto
all
proclaim
?
Shall
not
the
Soul
this
gracious
Lord
receive
?
Who
worketh
Wonders
,
that
she
may
believe
.
Sure
if
the
Soul
did
doubt
of
his
descent
,
She
now
has
cause
with
sorrow
to
repent
.
The
vilest
Atheist
it
might
satisfie
,
Touching
his
glorious
Birth
and
Dignity
;
But
notwithstanding
this
those
Evil
men
In
most
base
sort
did
this
great
Prince
contemn
:
Him
impiously
they
grand
Impostor
call
,
And
with
foul
Blasphemies
upon
him
fall
.
Though
in
his
life
there
was
no
stain
nor
spot
,
Yet
they
would
needs
his
Conversation
blot
:
Behold
,
said
they
,
a
person
gluttonous
!
You
seldom
read
of
any
charged
thus
.
But
that
's
not
all
,
Drunkenness
next
did
they
Unto
the
charge
of
this
Just
Person
lay
.
They
did
him
often
a
Wine-bibber
call
,
That
odious
they
might
render
him
to
all
.
His
holy
Doctrine
too
they
did
despise
,
And
horrid
things
on
that
Account
devise
,
As
if
he
taught
all
men
to
violate
God's
holy
Law
,
and
thereby
tolerate
All
kind
of
sin
,
pollution
,
and
offence
;
Though
of
the
Law
he
had
such
reverence
,
As
none
had
more
,
and
daily
shew'd
his
Love
Unto
the
same
,
in
striving
to
remove
Those
false
and
evil
Glosses
,
whereby
they
Its
purer
spiritual
part
had
thrown
away
.
His
Company
and
Country
they
upbraid
,
Yea
,
and
the
Education
which
he
had
.
But
that
which
may
all
persons
most
amaze
,
Was
those
Reports
which
they
of
him
did
raise
,
As
if
that
he
some
curs'd
Familiar
had
.
They
cry
,
he
hath
a
Devil
,
and
is
mad
:
When
he
the
unclean
spirits
does
cast
out
,
By
th'
Prince
of
Devils
he
brings
it
about
;
Those
strange
and
wondrous
things
we
see
are
done
,
Are
all
perform'd
by
Belzebub
alone
.
Thus
did
Apollyon
shew
his
hellish
spight
,
And
them
to
coyn
Black-slanders
still
invite
,
Against
this
glorious
Prince
of
Peace
and
Light.
But
though
they
did
blaspheme
,
and
him
disdain
;
He
bore
it
all
,
reviling
not
again
;
But
still
retains
his
kindness
,
hopes
to
find
The
Soul
hereafter
in
a
better
mind
.
For
now
he
saw
she
was
of
sense
bereav'd
,
And
by
the
Devil
grievously
deceiv'd
.
But
oh
!
consider
what
a
Lover's
here
,
Who
all
these
oft-repeated
wrongs
would
bear
,
And
not
be
gone
in
fury
and
disdain
,
Leaving
her
subject
to
Eternal
pain
.
To
suffer
thus
in
's
Person
,
and
his
Name
,
And
undergo
all
this
Reproach
and
Shame
,
And
yet
continue
constant
in
his
Love
,
This
from
her
breast
might
sure
all
scruple
move
;
Nor
was
this
all
,
for
still
he
's
tost
about
,
And
Malice
daily
finds
new
projects
out
,
How
to
torment
and
grieve
his
tender
heart
,
Yet
nothing
could
from
her
his
kindness
part
.
They
now
with
slie
temptations
on
him
set
,
To
draw
him
in
,
and
some
Advantage
get
.
This
with
kind
Anger
curled
his
blest
Blood
,
To
see
how
stoutly
they
withstood
their
good
.
It
fill'd
his
Heart
with
sorrow
,
made
him
grieve
,
They
so
hard-hearted
were
not
to
believe
;
Tho
he
most
mighty
works
among
them
wrought
,
Yet
to
ensnare
him
they
occasions
sought
.
Their
tempting
him
,
I
find
did
grieve
him
more
,
Than
all
the
vile
Affronts
he
met
before
.
Here
might
I
stop
,
to
reason
with
the
Jews
,
Who
him
deny
,
and
slight
the
Gospel
news
.
May
not
his
Miracles
convince
you
quite
,
He
was
the
true
Messias
,
Prince
of
Light
;
How
dare
you
to
deny
matter
of
Fact
,
That
he
those
great
and
mighty
things
did
act
?
For
they
were
not
in
private
Corners
done
,
But
before
all
,
in
open
face
'o
th
Sun.
Your
Fathers
might
with
ease
laid
o'pe
the
cheat
,
Shame
the
Imposture
,
and
the
plot
defeat
,
If
any
grounds
they
had
for
to
decry
,
The
Man
himself
,
or
his
strange
works
deny
.
Besides
(
you
know
)
Josephus
he
doth
own
,
There
was
at
that
same
time
such
a
blest
One
,
And
for
him
had
so
great
a
veneration
,
That
thus
I
find
of
him
he
makes
Relation
:
In
the
time
of
Tiberius's
Reign
(
saith
he
)
One
JESVS
liv'd
,
a
Man
(
if
't
lawful
be
To
call
him
so
)
For
He
strange
things
did
do
,
Yea
mighty
Miracles
—
This
Records
show
.
But
you
perhaps
in
your
forefathers
stead
,
Are
apt
to
think
he
by
the
Devil
did
Those
great
and
wondrous
things
of
which
we
read
.
Now
this
is
so
absurd
,
ridiculous
,
And
vain
,
't
is
strange
men
should
be
cheated
thus
.
Can
any
think
the
God
o'
th
Universe
Would
be
unfaithful
,
as
to
change
the
course
Of
Nature
,
meerly
to
assert
a
Lye
?
What
Odium
here
is
thrown
on
's
Majesty
!
Could
Satan
all
these
real
Wonders
do
,
He
all
Religion
quickly
might
o're-throw
:
The
foulest
Errors
make
the
world
believe
;
And
him
for
the
●ue
God
men
would
receive
.
This
is
to
set
the
Devil
in
God's
place
,
And
bring
the
Holy
One
into
Disgrace
;
T'
ascribe
his
glorious
Attributes
to
one
That
fain
would
be
exalted
in
the
Throne
.
What
Help
or
Touchstone
then
can
Mortals
have
,
Their
precious
Souls
from
Satan's
wiles
to
save
,
If
real
Miracles
perform
he
can
?
This
too
would
show
God
mindless
were
of
Man
:
And
Moses
who
in
Egypt
Wonders
wrought
,
Might
into
Shame
and
great
contempt
be
brought
;
If
this
once
granted
be
,
which
you
would
have
,
Moses
of
old
your
Fathers
might
deceive
.
Why
might
not
he
by
th'
Devil's
power
do
Those
mighty
Miracles
,
which
Scriptures
Show
He
wrought
in
Egypt
,
and
at
the
Red-Sea
?
Against
your
Law
't
would
be
as
strong
a
plea
,
And
thus
both
Testaments
't
would
throw
away
.
To
the
Magicians
could
the
Devil
have
given
Such
power
as
Moses
had
receiv'd
from
Heaven
,
He
would
such
equal
works
have
made
appears
;
None
should
have
cry'd
,
The
singer
of
God
is
here
.
But
now
as
Moses
did
this
way
confute
His
faithless
foes
,
who
did
with
him
dispute
,
By
greater
deeds
,
and
all
their
Arts
o're-throw
,
The
self-same
thing
did
JESVS
also
do
.
The
strongest
Arguments
he
then
did
use
,
For
to
convince
the
unbelieving
Jews
,
Were
the
great
Signs
&
wonders
which
he
wrought
,
And
did
this
way
refell
what
e're
they
thought
,
Against
his
Person
,
or
his
Doctrine
either
,
And
they
thereby
were
silenc'd
all
together
:
My
works
,
saith
he
,
to
me
do
witness
give
,
And
for
their
sake
you
ought
me
to
believe
.
For
if
that
I
such
mighty
works
do'nt
do
,
As
none
e're
did
or
can
pretend
unto
,
Believe
me
not
:
but
if
they
witness
give
,
How
unexcusable
then
will
they
you
leave
?
He
also
had
a
witness
from
Great
John
,
Besides
his
works
which
were
divinely
done
;
And
God
himself
from
Heaven
witness
bore
,
So
great
a
Witness
ne're
was
heard
before
.
The
written
Word
likewise
this
Truth
did
tell
,
If
they
the
same
would
have
consider'd
well
:
And
therefore
search
the
Scriptures
,
Sirs
,
saith
he
,
For
they
are
those
which
testifie
of
me
.
Thus
every
way
you
see
the
proofs
are
plain
,
He
was
the
true
Messias
you
have
slain
,
Therefore
repent
you
unbelieving
Jews
;
With
fained
scandals
longer
don't
abuse●
Your
blessed
Lord
,
nor
's
Gospel
more
refuse
.
The
dangerous
troubles
of
the
Prince
of
Light
,
The
scandals
that
he
met
with
,
and
the
spight
;
The
hatred
by
that
Soul
unto
him
shown
,
Whom
he
design'd
the
Consort
of
his
Throne
;
Her
weak
pretences
for
this
causeless
scorn
,
And
with
what
wond'rous
patience
it
was
born
!
How
she
receiv'd
him
with
a
scornful
Brow
,
We
have
in
part
set
forth
,
and
also
how
By
mighty
Signs
and
Wonders
he
did
prove
Both
his
divine
Ascent
,
and
matchless
Love.
But
now
the
Reader
with
attentive
Ear
,
And
longing
mind
,
desires
▪
't
is
like
,
to
hear
How
the
poor
blinded
Soul
behav'd
her
now
:
Does
she
not
straight
unto
his
Scepter
bow
?
Doth
she
not
yield
,
and
readily
consent
To
close
with
him
,
and
heartily
repent
She
ever
did
his
precious
Love
abuse
,
And
such
a
Proffer
wilfully
refuse
?
He
ample
proof
and
witness
now
hath
given
,
That
he
was
sent
down
to
her
out
of
Heaven
;
His
Noble
Birth
,
and
Sovereign
Dignity
Sure
now
she
can't
,
nay
dares
not
to
deny
:
What
can
she
further
say
,
I
pray
what
more
Hath
she
to
urge
,
to
keep
him
out
o'
th
Door
?
Or
,
has
he
left
her
,
and
will
come
no
more
?
What
Prince
would
ever
put
up
so
much
wrong
,
Or
wait
upon
a
stubborn
Soul
so
long
?
Or
who
would
ever
make
another
tryal
,
That
has
so
often
had
such
flat
denyal
?
Ah
,
no!
he
can't
his
Love
's
so
great
and
strong
,
He
hopes
still
to
obtain
her
Love
e're
long
.
See
how
with
tears
and
sighs
,
and
melting
heart
,
He
woos
,
intreats
,
and
doth
his
Love
impart
,
As
one
resolv'd
he
'l
no
denial
have
:
True
Lovers
press
their
suit
ev'n
to
the
Grave
.
Prince
of
Light.
'T
is
not
Ungratefulness
which
yet
can
change
My
purpose
,
or
my
heart
from
thee
estrange
.
My
strong
Affections
on
thee
are
so
fixt
,
That
nought
has
them
remov'd
,
or
come
betwixt
My
Soul
and
thine
;
but
had'I
lov'd
thy
face
,
And
that
alone
,
my
kindness
had
giv'n
place
;
My
slighted
suit
should
long
e're
this
have
ended
,
And
never
more
on
thee
had
I
attended
.
Or
,
did
I
love
thee
for
thine
Heav'nly
Eye
,
I
then
might
court
Angelick
Majesty
:
Or
,
if
the
smoothness
of
thy
Whiter
Brow
Could
charm
mine
eyes
,
or
mine
affections
bow
To
outward
Objects
,
pollisht
Marble
might
Have
given
as
much
content
,
as
much
delight
.
No
,
no
,
't
is
neither
brow
,
nor
lip
,
nor
eye
,
Nor
any
outward
thing
I
can
espy
,
That
has
or
could
surprize
my
tender
heart
:
I
know
thy
Nature
,
who
,
and
what
thou
art
.
Nor
is
it
Vertue
a
homely
Case
;
Wherein
lies
hid
much
rich
and
precious
grace
,
Together
rarely
mixt
,
whose
worth
doth
make
Me
love
the
Casket
for
the
Jewels
sake
:
'T
is
none
of
this
!
My
eye
doth
pierce
within
,
But
nothing
there
can
I
behold
but
Sin.
The
reason
of
my
Passion
wholly
lies
Within
my Self
,
from
whence
it
first
did
rise
.
And
though
thou
canst
not
it
at
present
see
,
Thou
shalt
,
if
thou
wilt
hearken
unto
me
.
O
come
,
poor
Soul
!
and
give
me
but
thy
heart
,
And
unto
thee
choice
Love
I
will
impart
.
I
come
to
call
thee
,
and
do
call
again
:
O
shall
I
not
of
thee
my
Suit
obtain
!
Dost
not
perceive
what
I
for
thee
endure
?
And
may
not
all
this
thy
Love
to
me
procure
?
The
Soul
seem'd
not
at
all
to
mind
this
Friend
,
Nor
would
she
yet
to
him
attention
lend
:
She
could
not
in
him
any
beauty
see
,
Nor
did
she
know
her
own
sad
misery
.
She
bid
him
then
depart
,
and
said
to
all
,
He
had
no
form
nor
comeliness
.
And
shall
I
'
gainst
my
fancy
foolishly
admire
,
Where
I
no
beauty
see
to
tempt
desire
?
Whilst
he
was
thus
extending
forth
his
Love
,
And
studying
all
obstructions
to
remove
,
That
so
he
might
the
Souls
affections
get
,
Behold
,
his
Enemies
with
malice
set
Themselves
against
him
with
such
horrid
rage
,
It
seems
no
less
than
's
ruin
to
presage
.
Ah!
for
this
Prince
methinks
my
heart
doth
ake
,
To
see
what
head
against
him
they
do
make
.
But
that
which
doth
the
greatest
trouble
bring
,
Is
to
see
th'
Soul
combine
against
the
King.
Did
ever
creature
deal
thus
by
a
Lover
,
Or
ever
such
inhumaneness
discover
?
What
hurt
did
this
dear
Prince
unto
her
do
.
That
she
would
seek
his
utter
overthrow
?
Is
this
to
recompence
his
fervent
Love
?
What
will
she
now
a
Traitor
to
him
prove
?
If
she
his
Love
will
not
accept
,
must
she
Expose
him
thus
to
shame
and
misery
?
Is
love
to
Sin
,
and
filthy
Lust
so
sweet
,
That
Jesus
must
be
trodden
under
feet
?
Because
he
would
that
Contract
break
asunder
,
This
surely
is
Earth's
shame
and
Heavens
wonder
.
What
?
he
that
went
about
still
doing
good
,
And
in
the
gap
of
danger
always
stood
Them
to
Defend
from
Ruin
,
ah
!
shall
he
The
object
of
their
Rage
and
Malice
be
?
He
that
to
them
no
harm
did
do
or
think
,
And
yet
must
he
this
bitter
potion
drink
?
Ah
,
precious
Lord
!
how
doth
my
spirit
grieve
,
To
think
what
wrong
from
them
thou
didst
receive
:
So
strange
their
malice
,
and
so
fierce
their
spight
,
That
if
God's
Word
did
not
the
same
recite
,
Who
thereunto
would
any
Credence
give
,
Or
the
Relation
of
their
Deeds
believe
?
But
,
how
was
he
expos'd
,
what
did
they
do
?
'T
is
that
(
say
some
)
that
we
would
have
you
show
.
Their
hearts
were
fill'd
with
wrath
,
&
up
they
rise
,
And
thrust
him
out
o'
th
City
:
then
devise
To
get
him
up
to
th'brow
of
a
great
Hill
,
And
cast
him
headlong
down
,
from
thence
they
will
Break
all
his
bones
,
and
kill
him
out
o'
th
way
;
This
they
designed
Holy
Authors
say
.
Not
that
their
Cruelty
performed
was
,
For
through
the
midst
of
them
he
free
did
pass
.
His
Pow'r
Divine
did
his
Protector
stand
,
And
rescued
him
from
all
this
treacherous
Band.
Again
,
as
he
stood
tendering
his
Love
,
Striving
their
vain
Objections
to
remove
,
That
so
they
might
not
all
be
ruin'd
quite
,
And
blind-fold
led
to
shades
of
endless
night
.
The
common
Rabble
in
a
Tumult
got
,
Threaten
to
kill
him
on
the
very
spot
;
With
hearts
more
hard
than
stone
,
up
stones
they
take
,
And
throwing
,
vow
they
'l
his
Sepulcre
make
:
By
which
cruel
show'r
of
Flints
he
now
must
die
,
Unless
through
them
he
's
able
to
'
scape
by
;
Which
by
his
mighty
Power
indeed
he
did
,
And
carefully
from
them
himself
he
hid
:
And
yet
all
this
was
on
no
other
ground
,
But
because
he
their
wisdom
did
confound
:
'
Cause
he
stood
up
the
Truth
to
testifie
,
And
witness
to
his
own
Divinity
:
Because
he
said
,
he
was
sent
down
from
Heaven
,
From
Place
to
Place
this
Prince
was
daily
driven
.
No
sooner
were
his
feet
out
of
one
snare
,
But
ten
i'
th
room
thereof
devised
were
.
Of
killing
him
in
Jury
was
a
talk
,
To
Galilee
therefore
he
thought
fit
to
walk
.
But
staid
not
long
,
for
to
Jerusalem
He
quickly
went
to
shew
himself
to
them
:
And
though
he
knew
his
Life
they
daily
sought
,
Yet
in
the
Temple
openly
he
taught
,
And
did
again
his
Suit
of
Love
renew
,
Yet
would
the
Soul
no
kindness
to
him
shew
.
Long
had
he
not
been
here
,
but
presently
The
Scribes
and
Pharisees
did
him
espy
,
And
straight
agreed
their
Officers
to
send
,
Him
without
any
cause
to
apprehend
:
But
when
they
came
,
and
did
him
see
and
hear
,
Poor
Souls
!
they
all
most
strangely
smitten
were
With
awful
Reverence
,
and
trembling
fear
!
Untoucht
,
they
leave
him
,
and
return
again
To
tell
their
Masters
,
Violence
was
vain
;
They
highly
spake
in
his
just
Commendation
,
And
told
his
Wonders
,
worthy
Admiration
.
Have
you
not
brought
him
then
?
the
Scribes
do
cry
:
No
Sirs
,
(
alas
)
we
see
no
reason
why
;
We
never
saw
,
nor
heard
the
like
:
Who
can
Lay
hands
on
such
a
blest
and
God-like
Man
?
Thus
did
the
Prince
escape
their
Rage
that
day
,
But
other
Snares
Apollyon
still
did
lay
.
CHAP.
V.
Shewing
how
the
people
of
that
Land
in
a
base
manner
used
John
the
beloved
servant
of
Jesus
,
the
Prince
of
Light
,
who
(
for
his
Master's
sake
)
was
barbarously
murthered
;
And
how
narrowly
the
Prince
himself
escaped
.
As
also
shewing
how
he
again
and
again
tendered
his
indeared
love
to
the
Soul
,
and
how
unkindly
she
denied
his
Suit.
Moreover
,
how
Vicinius
-
(
a
Neighbor
)
hearing
of
this
great
News
,
enquired
of
Theologus
concerning
the
Creature
this
Prince
in
such
a
manner
had
set
his
affections
upon
.
The
miserable
and
deplorable
condition
of
the
Soul
discovered
and
laid
open
,
being
infected
with
a
loathsome
Disease
full
of
Vlcers
and
Running
sores
from
head
to
foot
,
naked
,
wounded
,
and
in
her
blood
,
her
eyes
also
being
put
out
;
and
this
the
Prince
knew
before
he
came
from
Heaven
,
his
own
Country
:
shewing
,
that
as
she
was
in
her
fallen
state
,
she
was
the
object
of
his
love
and
desire
.
BEfore
this
Prince
did
in
that
Land
appear
,
His
servant
came
his
way
for
to
prepare
.
Such
an
Ambassadour
he
was
indeed
,
That
we
of
him
in
Sacred
Story
read
;
That
of
all
those
that
born
of
Women
are
,
None
was
so
great
,
nor
with
him
might
compare
.
Yet
was
the
King
of
that
same
Land
so
bold
,
As
on
this
gracious
Person
to
lay
hold
,
And
into
a
vile
Prison
cast
is
he
,
For
witnessing
against
Iniquity
.
Herod
would
marry
one
most
near
of
Kin
,
But
John
affirms
that
't
is
an
horrid
sin
.
For
him
to
have
his
Brother
Philip's
Wife
:
And
for
asserting
this
,
he
lost
his
Life
.
To
please
a
wanton
Harlots
Dancing
pride
,
The
Prophet's
head
from
's
body
they
divide
.
This
doubtless
did
his
Master
greatly
grieve
,
To
see
they
should
him
thus
of
John
bereave
;
His
servant
John
,
whom
all
the
people
own
To
be
a
Prophet
,
yea
a
mighty
one
;
Though
the
chief
work
that
he
was
sent
about
,
Was
to
describe
and
point
this
Saviour
out
.
He
faithful
was
,
and
show'd
his
constant
Love
,
Told
them
his
Prince
descended
from
above
:
So
Great
,
in
pow'r
,
the
Latchets
of
his
shoes
He
was
not
worthy
to
unty
,
or
loose
.
The
loss
of
such
a
Servant
needs
must
be
Great
ground
of
sorrow
.
But
,
alas
!
If
we
With
care
do
mind
what
after
came
to
pass
,
We
shall
conclude
with
him
much
worse
it
was
.
For
Herod
now
,
like
to
his
Predecessor
,
Proceeds
from
sin
to
sin
,
until
no
lesser
A
Crime
he
does
attempt
,
than
for
to
kill
The
Prince
of
Light
himself
;
Thereby
to
fill
His
measure
up
,
as
some
before
had
done
,
For
seeking
the
dear
Life
of
this
Just
one
.
But
of
this
Plot
he
had
such
Information
,
As
quite
defeated
their
black
Combination
.
Ah!
to
and
fro
,
how
was
he
daily
hurld
,
Whilst
he
abode
in
this
ungrateful
World.
His
persecutions
were
so
great
,
that
He
Was
often
forced
for
his
Life
to
flee
,
To
flit
from
Town
to
Town
,
from
place
to
place
;
For
,
Blood-hound
like
,
they
did
him
daily
chase
.
From
Jury
to
Samaria
he
did
go
,
And
down
from
thence
to
Galilee
below
.
From
Nazareth
he
fled
to
Capernaum
,
And
long
he
siaid
not
when
he
thither
came
:
For
he
was
tost
about
continually
,
And
found
no
Harbor
nor
security
.
Sometimes
quite
beyond
Jordan
he
would
get
,
Yet
even
there
with
dangers
was
beset
.
Small
Rest
,
alas
,
he
had
in
full
three
years
,
His
days
were
fill'd
with
sorrow
,
sighs
and
tears
▪
Oft
may
we
read
he
wept
,
but
never
find
He
laught
,
or
was
to
merriment
inclin'd
.
The
Prophet
said
,
with
grief
he
was
acquainted
,
When
long
before
he
forth
his
Person
pointed
.
And
few
there
were
did
him
at
all
regard
,
So
blinded
were
their
Eys
,
their
Hearts
so
hard
.
He
was
despis'd
almost
by
every
one
,
Rejected
scornfully
and
trod
upon
.
And
the
poor
Soul
,
for
Love
of
whom
he
came
,
Expos'd
him
daily
to
the
greatest
shame
No
countenance
would
she
to
him
afford
,
Although
so
high
a
Prince
,
so
great
a
Lord.
She
bid
him
hold
his
peace
,
his
Suit
desist
,
And
all
's
indearing
proffers
did
resist
.
No
more
would
she
vouchsafe
his
face
to
see
,
But
hid
her self
from
him
continually
.
Far
from
his
presence
with
delight
she
rouls
In
filthy
Puddles
,
and
in
Loathsom
holes
:
Nay
,
did
combine
with
his
most
Cruel
Foes
,
To
lay
upon
him
stripes
and
bitter
Blows
;
To
break
his
heart
with
often
saying
Nay
;
Or
by
surprize
him
bloodily
to
slay
.
Object
.
But
some
may
ask
,
Why
th'
people
of
that
Land
Did
rise
against
him
thus
on
every
hand
?
Why
should
they
manifest
such
causeless
hate
,
When
he
'd
not
injure
them
at
any
rate
,
But
sought
their
peace
and
everlasting
good
?
'T
is
pity
such
a
Prince
should
be
withstood
.
Answ
.
One
Reason
,
Sirs
,
of
this
their
baneful
spight
,
Was
meerly
'
cause
he
was
the
Prince
of
Light.
'T
was
from
that
bitter
enmity
you
read
Between
the
Serpent's
and
the
Woman's
seed
.
Another
cause
of
the
Contempt
they
show
,
Is
'
cause
they
neither
him
,
nor
's
Father
know
.
But
that
which
most
of
all
their
Hatred
breeds
,
Is
his
reproving
of
their
Evil
deeds
:
Because
he
did
expose
each
horrid
Sin
,
Yea
,
and
ript
up
their
filthiness
within
:
Through
each
Religious
Mask
,
and
trim
disguise
,
Their
canker'd
Breasts
lay
open
to
his
Eys
.
He
knew
their
Hearts
,
&
them
he
would
not
spare
,
And
thence
to
him
such
Malice
they
did
bear
.
But
't
was
Apollyon
,
(
whose
deceit
and
Lies
Abroad
amongst
the
people
did
devise
)
Most
of
these
Troubles
which
on
him
did
rise
.
No
stone
that
Monster
left
unturn'd
,
that
he
Might
bring
this
Soveraign
Prince
to
misery
,
Though
all
in
vain
:
For
he
miscounts
his
sum
,
Alas
!
the
fatal
hour
's
not
yet
come
.
Christ
still
persists
the
stubborn
Soul
to
woo
,
Intreats
her
,
not
her self
thus
to
undo
.
He
is
not
gone
,
behold
,
he
's
at
her
door
,
And
patiently
Admission
doth
implore
.
He
knocks
,
he
calls
,
and
doth
his
Suit
renew
,
Until
the
Heavens
his
gracious
Head
bedew
,
Until
his
Locks
with
drops
o'
th
Night
are
wet
,
And
yet
from
her
can
no
kind
Answer
get
.
Oh!
hark
I
pray
unto
his
melting
words
,
Enough
to
pierce
ones
heart
,
like
sharpest
swords
.
Prince
of
Light.
Soul
!
Harken
to
me
or
thou
art
undone
,
I
cannot
leave
thee
thus
,
nor
yet
be
gone
,
I
see
thy
state
;
thy
state
I
pity
too
,
Thy
treacherous
Lovers
seek
thine
overthrow
.
It
is
in
vain
for
me
to
ask
thy
Love
,
Until
thou
breakst
with
them
,
and
dost
remove
Thy
Heart
from
those
that
thy
Affections
have
,
Who
to
vile
Lusts
thy
Faculties
inslave
.
What
dost
thou
think
I
can
have
in
mine
Eye
?
What
self-advantage
will
accrew
thereby
?
What
gain
I
,
if
thou
grantest
my
request
?
All
that
I
beg's
thy
greatest
Interest
.
I
ever
happy
was
,
and
so
shall
be
,
Although
at
present
thus
distrest
for
Thee
.
How
can'st
thou
,
cruel
Soul
,
thus
let
me
stand
,
Barr'd
out
of
Doors
,
whilst
others
do
command
The
choicest
Room
within
thy
yielding
Breast
,
Lodgings
too
good
for
such
destructive
Guests
.
Believe
me
,
poisonous
Toads
and
Serpents
lurk
Within
thine
Arms
,
which
will
thy
ruin
work
:
Those
Lovers
which
thou
keep'st
so
close
within
Are
Murderers
.
Trust
not
that
Monster
SIN
,
Nor
any
of
his
Hellish
Company
;
For
though
no
harm
thou
dost
at
present
spy
,
But
wantonly
presum'st
to
sport
and
play
,
And
canst
not
see
the
fatal
snares
they
lay
:
Soul
!
o'pe
the
Door
,
and
I
'le
discover
all
The
secret
Plots
,
devised
for
thy
fall
;
Or
,
push
the
Window
back
,
let
in
some
light
,
And
I
will
shew
thee
a
most
dismal
sight
:
Thy self
I
'le
shew
thee
,
which
couldst
thou
behold
,
thou
'dst
see
thou
art
undone
,
betray'd
and
sold
To
slavery
,
from
whence
there
's
no
Redemption
,
Torments
,
from
wch
ther
's
not
the
least
exemption
.
Then
wake
,
look
now
,
behold
thy
wretched
plight
,
Or
straight
thou
r't
seized
with
eternal
Night
.
The
Soul
is
deaf
,
or
certainly
she
's
dead
,
Or
by
some
pow'rful
Magick
Charms
misled
:
For
she
no
Answer
in
the
least
doth
give
:
Sad
't
is
with
them
whom
Satan
doth
deceive
.
How
blind
are
Creatures
in
their
natural
state
?
Oh!
how
insensible
and
desperate
!
They
sleep
securely
,
and
will
never
hear
,
Till
direful
Thunder
bore
their
stupid
Ear
:
Boldly
they
frollick
on
Hell's
smoaky
Brink
,
And
never
on
its
gaping
dangers
think
,
Till
swallow'd
down
,
to
endless
flames
they
sink
.
But
silence
now
!
Here
comes
a
Reverend
Friend
,
A
Servant
to
the
Prince
,
pray
,
Sirs
,
attend
:
He
's
sent
about
the
Business
that
's
depending
,
Oh!
that
it
might
obtain
an
happy
ending
:
He
is
a
man
his
Master
loves
most
dear
,
And
he
to
him
doth
like
Affection
bear
:
His
int'rest
he
will
now
be
sure
t'
improve
,
That
all
obstructions
he
may
quite
remove
,
Which
in
the
way
of
the
poor
Soul
doth
lie
,
For
whose
sad
state
,
lo
!
tears
stand
in
his
Eye
:
His
Heart
is
full
,
his
Spirit
greatly
griev'd
,
To
think
how
she
by
crafty
Sin
's
deceiv'd
;
And
seeing
what
his
glorious
Master
bears
,
His
Soul●s
almost
dissolved
into
Tears
.
Theologue
.
I
from
the
Great
and
mighty
Prince
am
sent
,
To
see
,
vile
Soul
!
If
thou
wilt
yet
repent
,
And
o'pe
thy
Eyes
to
view
what
thou
hast
done
▪
In
piercing
the
dear
heart
of
such
an
one
,
As
is
that
Soveraign
Lord
thou
dost
abuse
,
And
all
his
offers
shamefully
refuse
.
Two
things
consider
throughly
:
first
of
all
,
Thy
sad
and
wretched
state
under
the
Fall
,
Which
thou
receivedst
many
years
ago
,
When
Eden's
Groves
bewail'd
thine
overthrow
.
Ah!
Didst
thou
know
thy
lost
undone
Condition
,
Sure
it
must
move
thee
unto
great
Contrition
;
'T
would
make
thee
roar
,
and
mightily
condole
Thy
woful
state
,
O!
thou
condemned
Soul
!
The
second
thing
is
this
,
O!
mind
with
speed
,
The
worth
of
him
whose
Soul
for
thee
doth
bleed
!
Didst
thou
but
know
his
Dignity
and
Birth
,
Soon
wouldst
thou
say
,
none's
like
him
upon
Earth
.
Nor
is
this
all
:
for
further
I
declare
No
other
help
thou
hast
,
far
off
,
or
near
;
'T
is
he
who
is
thy
choice
and
only
Friend
;
Reject
him
still
,
and
sad
will
be
thine
end
.
Shall
he
such
grief
and
sorrow
undergo
?
And
unto
him
wilt
thou
no
kindness
show
?
Would
he
thy
guilty
Soul
from
Treason
free
,
By
making
of
a
marriage-League
with
thee
?
Shall
not
his
Love
,
nor
thy
distressed
Case
,
Court
thee
in
prudence
to
his
safe
Embrace
?
Will
nothing
work
upon
thee
to
Relent
,
Nor
be
a
means
to
bring
thee
to
Repent
?
I
pray
thee
,
Soul
!
these
things
lay
to
thy
heart
,
And
unto
me
thy
true
Resolve
impart
.
Soul.
What
mean
you
thus
to
vex
and
grieve
my
mind
?
My
Heart●s
to
other
Lovers
more
inclin'd
.
It
lies
not
in
your
power
,
to
command
Against
my
will
:
and
well
I
understand
What
's
best
for
me
;
I
am
for
present
case
:
He
suits
not
my
Conditions
,
doth
not
please
My
curious
fancy
;
I●le
content
mine
Eye
.
Will
you
the
liberty
of
Choice
deny
?
You
must
indeed
have
some
mysterious
Arts
,
To
change
the
secret
sympathies
of
Hearts
:
If
that
you
ever
make
me
to
comply
,
So
as
to
loath
the
Jewel
of
mine
Eye
.
What!
force
Affection
?
who
can
violate
The
Law
of
Nature
?
weigh
my
present
state
:
Can
Earth
forget
her
burthen
,
and
ascend
?
Or
yet
,
can
Flames
aspiring
downward
bend
?
For
if
Fire
should
descend
,
and
Earth
aspire
;
Earth
were
no
longer
Earth
,
nor
Fire
,
Fire
.
Even
so
,
dear
Sir
!
I
find
it
is
with
me
;
Consenting
,
I
no
more
my self
shall
be
.
As
Love
is
free
,
so
are
its
bonds
as
strong
As
Death
;
to
break
them
is
a
grievous
wrong
.
Can
the
kind
Heavens
do
a
damage
greater
,
Than
to
destroy
and
ruin
their
poor
Creature
?
Or
,
shall
I
think
the
Righteous
God
will
fill
me
With
such
strange
Joys
,
which
if
enjoy'd
,
will
kil
me
?
Can
I
believe
things
'bove
my
sense
and
reason
?
And
ignorant
be
when
guilty
of
high
Treason
?
How
can
I
think
my self
a
Criminal
,
When
of
the
fact
I
nothing
know
at
all
?
My
present
state
is
good
,
I
know
no
cause
To
blame
my self
for
breach
of
unknown
Laws
.
Why
shall
injurious
Friends
such
things
alot
,
To
have
me
place
my
Heart
where
I
love
not
,
And
break
the
League
with
those
I
love
so
dear
?
These
hardships
are
too
great
for
me
to
bear
.
Those
Joys
therefore
in
which
I
have
delighted
,
Shall
not
for
fancied
sweetness
e're
be
slighted
.
He
whom
you
call
The
glorious
Prince
of
Light
,
Is
not
a
person
lovely
in
my
sight
;
He
's
not
so
modish
,
pleasant
,
Debonair
,
As
those
brisk
Gallants
,
whom
my
Fancy
share
.
I
must
have
other
Eys
wherewith
to
see
,
Before
he
can
be
countenanc'd
by
me
.
This
said
,
away
the
foolish
Soul
doth
●ly
;
Will
hear
no
more
,
but
with
a
scornful
Eye
Neglects
her
Bliss
,
&
Deaths
dark
paths
doth
trace
.
Rather
than
saving
Truths
of
Life
imbrace
.
Who
being
gone
,
a
Neighbour
does
appear
,
That
would
be
glad
fully
her
Case
to
hear
;
And
that
he
clearly
might
have
it
exprest
,
He
thus
himself
to
Theologue
Addrest
.
Vicinus
.
Grave
Sir
!
Since
in
your
Reverend
face
I
read
All
works
which
do
from
Curtesy
proceed
,
I
am
emboldned
to
desire
of
you
Some
satisfaction
in
a
point
or
two
.
I
late
have
heard
some
Rumours
of
such
News
,
As
puts
my
wondring
spirits
to
a
muse
:
'T
is
of
a
Prince
unparallel'd
for
Love
,
That
took
a
Journey
down
from
Heav'n
above
To
seek
himself
a
Spouse
;
and
as
I
hear
She
unto
him
will
no
Affection
bear
;
Though
for
Descent
,
Riches
and
Beauty
too
,
Never
the
like
did
mortal
Creatures
know
.
This
Soul-amazing
,
Sense-bereaving
story
,
Has
fill'd
my
ravisht
Ears
:
What
matchless
Glory
Is
his
,
whose
Love
is
far
beyond
Expression
?
And
what
Creature
is
this
must
have
possession
Of
such
a
glorious
Heart
?
Sure
she
's
no
less
Than
one
of
High
Descent
,
some
Emperess
,
Or
Virgin
Queen
at
least
,
whose
Beauty
's
rare
,
Mixt
with
choice
Vertue
,
both
beyond
compare
:
The
total
sum
doubtless
of
every
Grace
,
Makes
a
composure
in
her
Heav'nly
Face
;
And
there
all
true
Perfection
is
united
,
To
make
one
Phoenix
,
that
has
thus
invited
This
mighty
Prince
to
do
her
so
much
Honour
,
As
seek
her
Love
and
set
his
Heart
upon
her
,
To
sue
so
earnestly
,
and
undertake
Mighty
Atchievements
only
for
her
sake
;
For
to
encounter
with
a
wrathful
Foe
,
That
sought
an
universal
overthrow
Of
mortal
Creatures
,
and
in
every
Land
Subjected
all
unto
his
proud
Command
.
The
strangeness
of
it
sets
me
all
on
fire
,
And
kindles
in
my
heart
a
strange
desire
,
Impatient
of
delay
,
till
you
discover
The
Creature
that
has
got
so
rare
a
Lover
.
Theologue
.
To
put
a
period
to
thy
Admiration
,
Come
let
thy
Wonder-smitten
Cogitation
;
Now
give
attention
,
and
I
soon
will
show
The
truth
of
what
thou
dost
desire
to
know
.
The
Creature
whom
this
mighty
Prince
doth
grace
With
Love
,
lives
very
near
unto
this
place
.
We
all
do
her
as
our
next
Neighbour
own
;
Much
is
she
talkt
of
,
yet
but
seldom
known
.
You
sure
have
heard
before
,
she
was
by
Birth
Of
high
descent
,
the
splendor
of
the
Earth
,
Unblemisht
Beauty
,
neither
spot
nor
stain
,
Whilst
in
her
Virgin
state
she
did
remain
.
To
speak
her
pedigree
,
in
Truth
she
springs
From
no
less
Root
than
from
the
King
of
Kings
:
Whom
Scriptures
call
The
Father
of
all
Spirits
;
And
none
but
he
that
Blessed
Name
inherits
.
From
him
she
did
at
first
derive
her
Name
,
And
Heaven
and
Earth
eccho'd
her
glorious
Fame
:
Fair
Cynthia
,
Illustrious
Queen
of
Night
,
With
all
her
borrowed
Rays
,
ne're
shone
so
bright
.
The
King
's
true
Image
in
her
face
did
shine
.
No
Glory
like
to
Glory
that
's
Divine
.
But
that
which
doth
the
greatest
Wonder
raise
,
And
may
the
quick'st
profoundest
Wits
amaze
,
Is
the
sad
change
,
and
miserable
state
She
's
in
,
since
first
she
did
degenerate
;
Her
Lustre
tarnisht
,
and
her
Beauty
faded
,
Filth
and
Corruption
every
part
invaded
:
Oh!
it
was
then
on
her
this
Prince
did
look
,
When
of
her
God
and
guide
she
was
forsook
:
For
though
she
was
indeed
thus
nobly
born
,
Her
Blood
is
tainted
,
and
her
state
forlorn
.
She
that
in
splendor
once
appear'd
so
bright
,
Is
now
deform'd
,
and
blacker
than
the
Night
.
Foul
putrifaction
doth
her
Beauty
cover
,
She
's
full
of
Ulcers
,
and
defil'd
all
over
.
Th'
infection
spreads
it self
in
every
part
,
Her
eyes
,
her
hands
,
her
head
,
but
most
her
heart
;
Her
feet
,
whose
loyal
steps
she
once
divided
To
follow
the
great
God
,
have
so
backslided
,
That
they
most
swiftly
from
him
run
astray
In
every
sinful
and
forbidden
way
.
Her
Arms
are
filled
with
unchast
Embraces
,
She
's
stain'd
her
Beauty
,
and
lost
all
her
Graces
.
Her
Breath
once
sweeter
than
Arabian
Spices
,
Whose
rare
Perfumes
make
Houses
Paradises
,
Offensive
is
to
all
that
come
but
near
her
,
Her
Tongue
is
so
unclean
,
God
loaths
to
hear
her
.
Which
was
her
Glory
in
her
youthful
days
,
When
she
with
joy
sung
forth
his
blessed
Praise
.
But
that
which
may
sound
stranger
in
thine
Ear
,
And
seem
indeed
too
hard
for
Love
to
bear
,
Is
her
Adult'ries
,
her
unchast
delights
Her
Amorous
Kisses
,
wherewith
she
invites
Her
wanton
Lovers
;
nothing
else
can
prove
So
much
distastful
to
unspotted
Love
;
As
when
the
Embers
of
Lusts
raging
fires
Burn
in
the
Bosom
of
unchast
desires
.
Vicinus
.
But
stay
,
Dear
Sir
!
What
Lover
is
't
would
kiss
A
Creature
loathsom
,
and
so
vile
as
this
?
And
how
came
she
into
so
sad
a
Case
,
That
once
adorned
was
with
so
much
Grace
?
Theologue
.
If
you
kind
Neighbour
,
please
to
lend
an
Ear
,
These
things
in
order
I
will
fully
clear
.
Her
Lovers
are
more
loathsom
far
than
she
,
With
whom
she
's
joyned
in
Affinity
.
From
them
she
took
the
foul
disease
at
first
,
And
ever
since
remains
vile
and
accurst
.
The
Serpent
did
beguile
her
with
such
fruit
,
As
did
her
Vitals
poison
,
and
pollute
.
Not
that
the
fruit
in
'
moral
sense
was
evil
:
But
'
cause
she
took
it
,
tempted
by
the
Devil
,
After
on
pain
of
Death
it
was
forbid
:
Ah!
t'
was
from
hence
it
so
much
mischief
did
.
Besides
,
she
's
guilty
of
another
Deed
,
She
's
made
a
League
with
one
that
did
proceed
From
Hell's
black
Region
,
where
her
wanton
Eye
Could
see
no
Object
but
Deformity
;
A
Contract
she
has
made
,
I
say
,
with
one
,
Begot
by
proud
,
but
curs'd
Apollyon
;
Monstrous
by
Nature
,
and
as
vile
by
Name
,
Ah!
she
has
chosen
him
unto
her
shame
:
His
nature
's
poisonous
,
his
very
Breath
Is
so
infectious
,
that
it
threatens
Death
To
every
one
to
whom
he
is
united
;
Yet
with
this
Monster
is
her
heart
delighted
:
Who
to
my
Prince
is
a
most
desperate
Foe
,
And
to
speak
plain
,
the
cause
of
all
his
woe
.
Since
first
the
Soul
was
with
base
Lust
acquainted
,
From
Top
to
Toe
all
over
is
she
tainted
.
She
that
was
once
so
rare
a
comely
Creature
,
Sin
has
not
left
her
now
one
lovely
Feature
.
The
Splendid
Beauty
of
the
whole
Creation
,
Is
thus
become
a
meer
Abomination
.
For
since
her self
to
Lust
she
prostituted
,
Her
inward
Faculties
are
so
polluted
,
That
she
's
become
unto
Jehovah's
Eye
,
The
truest
pourtraict
of
Deformity
.
She
that
sometimes
no
Evil
understood
,
Is
now
become
an
Enemy
to
Good
:
For
this
vile
Monster
by
Apollyon's
pow'r
,
Did
not
only
corrupt
the
Soul
all
ov'r
,
But
very
cruel
they
did
further
prove
,
Whilst
they
pretended
kindnesses
and
Love
;
For
they
most
wickedly
put
out
her
Eyes
,
She
might
not
see
her
own
Deformities
:
And
being
thus
both
blinded
,
and
defil'd
,
Was
also
rob'd
,
and
treacherously
spoil'd
Of
all
the
Jewels
which
her
Soveraign
gave
her
,
Whilst
she
remained
in
his
Love
and
favour
;
Of
all
her
goodly
Vestments
they
bereft
her
,
And
stript
her
naked
,
she
had
nothing
left
her
.
Nothing
to
hide
her
shameful
nakedness
,
But
filthy
Rags
,
how
loathsom
you
may
guess
.
Besides
all
this
,
they
wounded
her
full
sore
,
And
left
her
sadly
weltring
in
her
Gore
,
Expecting
Death
each
moment
she
did
lie
,
A
loathsom
spectacle
to
passers
by
,
Unhelpt
,
unpitied
too
by
every
Eye
.
Each
humane
Soul
that
is
not
born
again
,
In
this
sad
state
doth
certainly
remain
.
The
rich
,
the
poor
,
the
wise
,
the
old
,
the
young
,
Though
ne'r
so
high
,
so
beautiful
and
strong
They
seem
,
or
think
themselves
,
in
truth
they
are
In
as
bad
Case
as
we
've
described
here
.
Vicinus
.
Sir
!
You
have
fully
answer'd
my
Desire
;
Yet
let
me
be
so
bold
as
to
inquire
One
passage
more
,
since
happily
I
see
You
can
informall
such
as
ign'rant
be
Of
these
weighty
Affairs
;
blest
be
the
Lord
That
so
much
Wisdom
doth
to
you
afford
.
O!
that
there
were
more
of
you
in
our
Land
,
That
to
the
Truth
might
always
faithful
stand
.
But
tell
me
,
if
it
mayn't
too
tedious
prove
,
Whether
this
Prince
that
manifests
such
Love
,
Knew
her
sad
state
when
he
came
from
above
?
Did
he
her
filthy
bad
Condition
know
Before
he
came
from
Heaven
,
or
did
show
That
precious
kindness
which
his
Breast
retain'd
Unto
her
,
even
after
she
was
stain'd
?
May
be
his
Eye
upon
the
Soul
was
plac'd
,
Before
God's
Image
in
her
was
defac'd
:
And
as
consider'd
so
,
then
doubtless
he
Might
find
some
Cause
to
her
so
kind
to
be
.
But
,
if
as
she
did
in
pollution
lie
,
And
so
consider'd
,
he
did
cast
his
Eye
Upon
the
Creature
;
then
I
must
declare
It
may
astonish
all
that
of
it
hear
.
Theologue
.
The
Question
you
propound
is
very
good
;
And
would
t'
were
throughly
weigh'd
and
understood
.
The
Answer
's
easy
;
But
I
greatly
fear
Some
mind
it
not
enough
,
who
chosen
are
.
Before
the
World
was
made
he
fully
knew
Ev'n
what
below
would
afterwards
insue
:
He
knew
the
Creature
,
Man
,
would
sin
and
fall
,
And
in
sad
misery
himself
inthral
.
The
time
therefore
when
first
he
cast
an
Eye
To
be
her
Suiter
,
(
our
Security
)
It
was
not
when
she
did
her
Grace
inherit
,
Then
one
would
think
she
might
his
favour
merit
;
'T
was
not
when
she
was
in
prosperity
,
But
when
she
in
her
Blood
and
filth
did
lie
.
Her
time
of
sorrow
,
was
his
time
of
Love
,
Her
misery
did
bring
him
from
above
.
Whilst
she
in
actual
bold
Rebellion
lives
,
His
Grace
and
offer'd
Pardon
then
he
gives
.
Vicinus
.
Sir
!
You
have
said
enough
,
I
am
amaz'd
,
Strange
wonderment
within
my
Spirit
's
rais'd
.
The
nature
of
his
Love
who
can
conceive
?
Such
Love
as
this
no
mortal
Creatures
have
.
I
pray
go
on
,
and
further
now
let
's
know
Concerning
her
estate
,
her
Bliss
,
or
Woe
.
Theologue
.
You
'l
find
it
worse
and
worse
;
and
what
's
behind
Will
strange
Impressions
make
upon
your
Mind
:
For
now
you
'l
hear
what
Justice
has
to
say
,
What
horrid
Crimes
he
to
her
charge
will
lay
.
And
though
she
seems
undaunted
without
fear
,
Once
more
I
'e
try
if
she
will
lend
an
Ear.
CHAP.
VI.
Shewing
how
Theologue
,
the
Prince's
Spokesman
,
indeavour'd
to
obtain
the
love
of
this
poor
Creature
for
his
blessed
Master
,
by
whom
the
aggravation
of
the
Creatures
sin
and
misery
is
layed
open
;
the
Soul
is
in
debt
ten
thousand
Talents
,
worse
than
nothing
.
Moreover
,
shewing
how
the
Creature
was
guilty
of
high
Treason
against
the
Soveraign
Lord
Jehovah
;
is
also
Arraigned
and
condemned
to
be
burned
alive
.
A
Dialogue
or
discourse
between
the
Divine
Attributes
:
Justice
cryes
for
Execution
,
to
have
the
fatal
blow
struck
;
Mercy
steps
in
.
Justice
must
be
satisfied
.
Goodness
and
Mercy
will
not
lose
their
Glory
,
being
alike
esteemed
by
God.
Divine
Wisdom
reconciles
all
the
other
Attributes
,
and
makes
them
meet
together
in
a
sweet
harmony
:
the
Soul
being
condemned
to
die
,
the
Prince
sees
no
other
way
to
obtain
her
for
his
own
,
but
by
satisfying
Justice
,
and
becoming
Surety
,
and
yielding
himself
up
to
die
for
her
.
Theologue
.
HOW
is
it
Soul
!
art
minded
yet
to
leave
Thy
Lusts
,
and
Lovers
,
and
to
Jesus
cleave
?
Dost
not
perceive
the
sad
state
thou
art
in
By
curs'd
Apollyon
,
and
his
off-spring
,
SIN
?
Wilt
thou
for
evermore
thy self
destroy
,
And
not
accept
of
Health
?
wilt
not
enjoy
One
who
in
value
doth
all
Worlds
excel
?
Wilt
thou
refuse
in
Paradise
to
dwell
?
Dost
see
thy
state
,
thy
bloody
state
?
oh
speak
!
My
bleeding
heart
for
thee
doth
greatly
ake
.
Soul.
You
had
my
Answer
plain
enough
before
:
Forbear
,
I
pray
,
and
trouble
me
no
more
.
I
do
'
nt
believe
what
you
have
said
is
true
;
Such
pains
I
never
felt
,
nor
sickness
knew
:
But
if
my
state
were
worse
than
yet
I
see
,
I
will
not
have
you
thus
to
trouble
me
.
I
have
all
things
which
naturally
delights
me
,
And
from
them
you
shall
not
deter
,
nor
fright
me
;
You
know
the
Proverb
used
in
our
Land
,
Each
Tub
shall
upon
its
own
Bottom
stand
.
Theologue
.
Soul
,
b'not
so
rash
,
be
more
considerate
;
Ponder
on
things
before
it
be
too
late
.
Sith
what
I
said
before
no
good
can
do
,
More
of
thy
wretchedness
I
now
will
show
;
And
if
that
fails
,
then
afterwards
I
'le
leave
thee
,
And
o're
into
the
hands
of
Justice
give
thee
.
First
,
from
God's
Word
I
have
Authority
To
lay
before
thee
thy
great
poverty
.
Thy
Soveraign
Lord
most
highly
is
distasted
For
all
the
precious
Treasure
thou
hast
wasted
.
First
,
of
his
Glory
thou
hast
him
bereav'd
,
And
to
rebel
against
him
been
deceiv'd
.
Next
,
thy
whole
self
to
him
't
is
thou
dost
owe
,
Yea
,
all
thou
either
art
,
hast
,
or
canst
do
,
Which
thou
hast
not
regarded
hitherto
:
But
to
thy self
,
and
not
to
him
dost
live
,
Who
did
thy self
at
first
unto
thee
give
,
And
from
whom
thou
dost
ev'ry
thing
receive
.
Thy
knowledg
,
judgment
,
and
thy
memory
,
Th'
excellent
nature
of
each
Faculty
,
Should
all
have
to
,
and
for
him
,
been
laid
out
,
As
being
all
his
Goods
;
Soul
!
look
about
,
For
time
,
for
Health
,
and
for
the
day
of
Grace
;
Thou
must
be
brought
before
the
Judge's
Face
:
And
for
thy
Riches
,
and
all
things
thou
hast
,
Which
thou
Imbezel'st
,
and
dost
vainly
wast
,
A
strict
Account
must
at
the
Bar
of
Heaven
By
thee
in
a
short
time
be
surely
given
.
Ten
Thousand
Talents
doth
thy
God
demand
;
Which
thou
canst
neither
pay
,
nor
yet
withstand
His
dire
proceedings
,
'
cause
he
is
most
Just
,
And
thou
but
sinful
Ashes
and
vile
Dust
.
Thou
wilt
be
seiz'd
,
and
in
a
Prison
laid
,
Till
the
last
Mite
be
satisfi'd
and
paid
.
Canst
thou
,
poor
Soul
!
dost
think
quit
the
old
score
,
When
thou
contractst
new
debts
still
more
&
more
?
Would
not
a
Friend
that
's
able
to
defray
All
thy
vast
Debts
,
and
a
full
Ransom
pay
To
thy
just
Creditor
,
most
welcom
be
,
If
such
an
one
could
be
found
out
for
thee
?
But
things
yet
worse
,
I
fear
,
there
are
behind
,
The
truth
of
which
most
certainly
thou
l't
find
.
Hark
,
trembling
Soul
!
thou
to
the
Bar
art
cited
,
And
for
high
Treason
there
dost
stand
Indicted
,
Committed
by
thee
't
was
in
antient
time
,
When
thou
didst
dwell
in
Eden
,
in
thy
prime
:
When
thou
hadst
flourisht
there
but
a
short
season
,
Thou
didst
contract
that
guilt
of
horrid
Treason
Against
thy
Soveraign
,
in
whose
Princely
Eye
Was
Grace
and
favour
mixt
with
Majesty
:
Gracious
to
pardon
many
great
Offences
,
And
yet
severe
to
punish
Insolences
.
But
thou
both
Grace
and
Justice
didst
despise
,
And
in
thy
Heart
didst
evil
things
surmise
Against
thy
Soveraign
Lord
,
and
secretly
Join'st
with
his
Foes
in
close
Conspiracy
.
'T
was
with
the
King
of
Darkness
thou
didst
close
,
Obeyd'st
his
will
,
and
didst
thy
God
oppose
.
A
dreadful
Sentence
then
against
thee
past
,
Which
ne're
by
humane
Art
could
be
reverst
.
Thy
Sentence
was
in
Prison
long
to
lie
,
And
for
thy
fact
at
last
Condemn'd
to
die
.
And
Death
on
thee
did
seize
the
self-same
time
,
When
thou
commitst
that
high
and
fearful
Crime
;
The
sad
effects
of
it
I
this
Day
see
,
Thou
still
ly'st
dead
in
thine
Iniquity
.
Ah!
I
may
preach
untill
my
heart
doth
ake
,
And
it
on
thee
will
no
Impression
make
.
Thou
art
depriv'd
of
Life
and
Light
of
God
,
And
long
hast
thou
in
this
estate
abode
.
But
a
worse
Death
doth
in
thy
Sentence
lie
,
(
Though
very
few
on
it
will
cast
an
Eye
)
Condemn'd
to
suffer
everlasting
pains
,
And
on
thee
then
were
fastned
heavy
Chains
.
And
though
thy
Execution
be
delay'd
,
Yet
't
is
by
means
of
Jesus
only
stay'd
.
His
precious
Grace
preserves
thee
from
that
fire
,
Whose
torments
once
begun
,
shall
ne'r
expire
.
That
Soul-amazing
Sentence
who
can
bear
The
thoughts
of
it
,
and
not
let
fall
a
tear
?
What
Malefactors
are
Condemn'd
to
die
,
But
on
the
sense
of
Death's
approaching
nigh
,
Contracts
not
horrour
on
thier
Souls
thereby
?
What
then
to
suffer
Death
for
evermore
,
Where
Torments
ne●re
abate
,
nor
will
be
o're
?
To
be
a
thousand
tedious
Ages
Rackt
,
Not
Dead
,
yet
always
in
the
dying
Act.
A
fiery
Furnace
with
a
sevenfold
heat
We
read
of
,
yet
its
flames
were
not
so
great
,
But
that
they
soon
would
languish
and
grow
cold
;
Whereas
these
Tortures
,
still
increasing
,
hold
.
If
e're
thou
shouldst
be
cast
into
that
place
,
Before
thou
dost
take
hold
of
Love
and
Grace
,
There
's
this
will
then
thy
sorrows
aggravate
,
None
will
thee
pity
in
that
wretched
state
.
Never
was
Malefactor
in
distress
,
But
met
with
pity
either
more
or
less
;
And
though
it
do
not
take
away
the
grief
,
Yet
where
there
's
pity
,
there
's
some
small
Relief
.
But
if
thou
dost
this
fearful
Sentence
bear
,
There
's
none
to
pity
,
none
to
shed
a
tear
.
O
think
of
this
,
alas
!
thy
wretched
Eyes
Are
blinded
now
,
thou
basely
dost
despise
The
best
of
Comfort
,
Joy
and
Consolation
,
For
love
to
Sin
,
horrid
Abomination
!
Thou
swell'st
in
pride
,
unmindful
of
thine
end
,
And
seest
no
need
of
comfort
from
a
Friend
:
But
what
wouldst
thou
for
such
a
Friend
then
give
,
And
for
those
Comforts
thou
mayst
now
receive
?
Dost
not
thou
tremble
at
this
frightful
news
?
Tremble
at
least
at
that
which
next
ensues
.
Three
things
there
are
,
three
Circumstances
great
,
Which
much
thy
final
woe
will
aggravate
:
Which
severally
unto
thee
I
'le
relate
,
That
thou
mayst
think
upon
thy
future
state
.
First
,
from
thy
high
Descent
thy
birth
did
crown
Thee
with
the
greatest
Honour
and
Renown
,
That
ever
any
had
upon
the
Earth
,
Thou
being
own'd
a
Soveraign
Queen
by
Birth
.
Yet
that
which
did
so
much
advance
thy
fame
,
Was
not
alone
the
Honour
of
thy
Name
,
As
the
rare
properties
of
thy
sweet
Nature
,
A
most
transcendent
and
accomplisht
Creature
;
An
Heav'n-composed
frame
,
as
if
thou'dst
bin
Deriv'd
from
some
Celestial
Seraphim
.
When
great
Jehovah's
fruitful
Word
had
made
The
whole
Creation
,
touching
thee
,
he
said
,
This
Creature
shall
alone
our
Image
bear
,
Whom
all
things
else
shall
reverence
and
fear
;
Our
Sacred
Portraiture
we
solely
place
,
In
this
sweet
Creatures
Heaven-erected
face
.
And
when
he
sent
his
first
begotten
down
,
No
other
form
or
Image
must
he
own
.
The
Angels
Nature
wholly
he
refuses
,
And
rather
Humane
Soul
and
flesh
he
chuses
.
Alas
!
there
's
not
a
greater
aggravation
,
Than
for
a
person
of
the
highest
station
To
be
thrown
down
into
the
deep'st
Abyss
Of
woe
and
sorrow
!
oh
!
how
sad
is
this
?
Thy self
caus'd
change
a
miserable
Creature
,
Will
surely
make
thy
Torments
far
the
greater
.
The
second
Circumstance
of
Aggravation
,
Is
worthy
of
thy
serious
observation
.
And
that
I
may
more
fully
make
it
known
,
Under
two
Heads
I
'le
briefly
lay
it
down
.
First
,
from
the
timely
notice
that
was
given
,
By
thy
most
Soveraign
Lord
,
the
King
of
Heaven
,
When
with
his
glorious
Image
he
had
grac'd
thee
,
And
in
fair
Eden's
fruitful
Garden
plac●d
thee
;
Ordain'd
thee
Mistress
of
that
famous
Bower
,
Where
thou
mightst
see
his
Glory
every
hour
;
Granting
whatever
might
accommodate
Thy
pure
perfect
spotless
Virgin
state
;
Excepting
one
reserved
Fruit
alone
,
Which
did
indeed
of
Right
belong
to
none
But
to
himself
;
that
hidden
Mysterie
,
Which
in
the
midst
of
Paradise
did
lie
;
To
know
what
Evil
was
as
well
as
Good
,
Which
never
could
by
men
been
understood
,
But
by
an
Art
of
the
most
horrid
Evil
,
And
hearkning
to
,
and
siding
with
the
Devil
;
The
dire
effects
to
thee
were
told
most
plain
,
The
danger
and
the
loss
thou
shouldst
sustain
;
The
loss
of
Life
,
the
loss
of
Eden's
Glory
,
The
loss
of
God
;
a
lamentable
Story
.
Warning
was
giv'n
,
God
strictly
did
require
,
On
pain
of
Death
,
thou
shouldst
not
once
desire
,
Nor
tast
,
nor
touch
,
nor
cast
a
longing
Eye
Upon
this
fatal
Fruit
,
which
certainly
Would
straight
procure
thy
final
overthrow
:
This
timely
notice
shall
augment
thy
Woe
.
Fore-warn'd
,
fore-arm'd
,
you
know
we
use
to
say
:
Thou
wast
fore-warn'd
,
and
yet
didst
go
astray
.
Contemptuous
Soul
!
alas
,
how
couldst
thou
think
The
mighty
God
would
at
Rebellion
wink
?
Though
he
is
said
to
wink
at
Ignorance
,
Presumption
is
a
different
Circumstance
.
Thou
knew'st
before-hand
if
thou
didst
trangress
,
Assured
Death
would
follow
,
and
no
less
;
The
Lord
had
said
it
,
he
that
gave
us
breath
,
Said
,
thou
shouldst
die
,
&
yet
thou
feardst
not
Death
,
This
is
the
height
,
as
well
as
spring
of
Evil
,
To
doubt
and
mistrust
God
,
yet
trust
the
Devil
.
Against
God's
sacred
Truth
to
shut
ones
Eyes
,
And
credit
blindfold
th'
Father
of
all
Lies
.
Ah
Soul
!
't
was
listning
to
a
wanton
lust
,
That
was
the
cause
thou
didst
at
first
distrust
The
glorious
Lord
,
and
falsely
to
surmise
,
He
was
unwilling
that
thou
shouldst
be
wise
;
Afraid
that
thou
shouldst
know
as
much
as
He
,
And
grow
a
Rival
to
his
Deity
.
This
blasphemous
Conceit
the
Devil
first
,
In
thine
already
wicked
fancy
nurst
:
"
'T
is
(
saith
this
Prince
of
Darkness
)
God's
inten
"
In
this
unjust
Restraint
,
but
to
prevent
"
Thy
being
like
himself
:
for
he
doth
know
"
If
once
thou
taste
this
Fruit
,
it
will
be
so
.
"
Do
thou
but
try
,
and
taste
,
and
presentlie
"
Thou
'lt
find
thy
dim
,
dark
Eye
shall
open'd
be
.
"
This
hidden
Secret
will
be
understood
,
"
And
thou●●t
know
Evil
,
as
thou
now
know●
Good
"
You
shall
become
as
Gods
:
and
I
pray
when
"
'T
is
so
,
what
fear
you
?
who
can
punish
then
?
"
Your
wisdom
may
the
threatned
Death
evade
,
"
And
with
an
equal
pow'r
Heav'ns
pow'r
upbraid
.
Thus
spake
the
Tempter
,
and
thou
straight
didst
yield
,
And
treacherously
to
him
didst
quit
the
field
.
Forthwith
the
fatal
Fruit
with
impious
hand
,
Thou
pluckst
,
and
eatst
,
against
thy
God's
command
,
Branding
thy self
,
and
thy
posterity
,
With
Treasons
Guilt
and
endless
misery
.
And
here
,
vile
Soul
!
I
cannot
chuse
but
tell
Thee
one
thing
more
that
will
increase
thy
Hell
,
The
Devil
had
no
power
to
compell
Thee
to
have
tasted
this
his
poisonous
Feast
,
But
wilfully
thou
hast
God's
Law
transgrest
:
For
though
thou
hadst
a
pow'rful
Sword
to
weild
,
Tempted
to
Lust
,
thou
cowardly
didst
yield
:
Thou
to
thy self
dost
thy
destruction
owe
,
And
this
doth
greatly
aggravate
thy
woe
.
If
want
of
strength
or
weapons
,
if
oppression
Do
force
a
Man
to
give
up
his
possession
,
He
is
excus'd
,
and
his
unhappy
fall
Condol'd
,
lamented
,
and
bewail'd
of
all
.
But
he
deserveth
neither
love
nor
pity
,
That
unconstrain'd
surrenders
up
a
City
;
When
he
has
pow'r
to
make
strong
opposition
,
Furnisht
with
Arms
and
warlike
Ammunition
,
Yet
at
one
slender
Summons
yields
his
Fort
;
The
mis'ries
he
sustains
in
such
a
sort
,
Reflect
upon
himself
,
and
do
redouble
His
conscious
Anguish
,
self-accusing
Trouble
.
Just
as
the
Southern
Sun
with
burning
beams
,
Reflecting
from
a
Wall
with
fierce
extreams
,
Above
its
natural
strength
or
wonted
course
,
Scorches
and
burns
with
a
far
greater
force
:
So
do
those
Flames
,
first
kindled
with
desire
,
Grow
dangerous
,
and
prove
the
stronger
fire
.
The
wounds
receiv'd
from
self-confounding
Arms
,
Have
ever
done
poor
Souls
the
greatest
harms
.
There
's
yet
another
Circumstance
behind
,
That
aggravates
thy
smart
,
which
,
prethee
mind
.
When
once
thy
fearful
Torments
are
begun
,
Thy
fatal
Glass
will
never
cease
to
run
;
Years
fill'd
with
months
,
and
months
with
weeks
retire
,
Weeks
fill'd
with
days
,
&
days
with
hours
expire
;
And
hours
in
nimble
minutes
swiftly
fly
Unto
their
End.
But
in
Eternity
There
is
no
End
,
nor
will
thy
woes
diminish
,
Although
years
,
moneths
,
weeks
,
and
hours
finish
.
The
toilsome
Day
when
once
it
does
expire
,
All
Creature
here
to
pleasing
rest
retire
,
Slaves
,
Bondmen
,
Prisoners
,
Captives
,
all
have
ease
,
No
Drudgery
so
great
,
but
then
doth
cease
,
Each
bustling
Day
ends
in
a
Night
of
peace
.
But
thou
must
look
to
be
with
pains
opprest
,
Where
mid-day
torments
find
no
night
of
Rest
.
Death
puts
a
period
to
the
greatest
grief
,
I'
th
silent
Grave
the
weary
find
relief
:
But
wish't-for
Death
from
thee
shall
fly
away
,
Eternity's
a
never-ending
Day
.
Where
th'
angry
mouth
of
Justice
loud
doth
cry
,
Here
must
thou
ever
,
ever
,
ever
lie
.
How
miserable
!
ah
how
sad's
thine
end
!
When
thou
in
vain
shalt
court
Death
for
thy
friend
.
Men
now
do
fly
from
Death
,
whilst
Death
pursues
,
But
then
shall
seek
to
Death
,
who
will
refuse
At
their
Request
such
favour
to
afford
,
As
frees
them
from
that
Breath
giv'n
by
the
Lord.
Death
knows
no
pity
:
Nay
,
observe
it
well
,
●Tis
Death
that
opens
wide
the
Gates
of
Hell
,
Where
thou
must
be
tormented
with
the
Devils
,
As
the
just
punishment
of
all
thy
evils
.
Distressed
Soul
!
oh
unto
what
shall
I
Compare
thy
caseless
,
endless
misery
!
In
various
Volumes
of
the
World's
Records
,
Strange
Tortures
we
may
find
exprest
by
words
,
But
Oh!
so
great
,
so
fore
is
thy
distress
,
As
flesh
can't
bear
't
,
so
words
can't
it
express
.
Devils
rejoyce
,
and
welcom
in
the
Day
That
crown'd
their
Conquests
with
so
rich
a
prey
;
To
see
thee
thus
quite
buried
in
thy
spoils
,
Berest
of
Earthly
joys
,
and
Heav'nly
smiles
;
And
I
do
fear
th'
incensed
God
above
With
direful
Wrath
will
quickly
thee
remove
Into
that
place
—
,
But
hark
!
methinks
I
hear
Some
dreadful
noise
—
see
how
the
Mountains
tear
,
And
rending
Hills
,
do
into
pieces
fly
,
Whilst
Thunder
bellows
through
the
troubled
sky
:
The
Stars
and
Planets
in
confusion
hurl'd
,
Have
banisht
Natures
order
from
the
World.
See
how
the
melting
Orbs
of
Heaven
sweat
,
Like
Parchment
parch'd
,
&
shrivel'd
up
with
heat
,
Swift
Lightning
flashes
through
the
Air
appear
,
And
now
,
O
hark
!
the
dreadful
Trump
I
hear
,
It
sounds
exceeding
loud
,
enough
to
make
The
Dead
from
their
deep
silent
Graves
awake
,
And
stoutest
Sinners
stubborn
hearts
to
quake
.
Ah!
't
is
Mount
Sinai
,
God
himself
is
come
Now
to
convince
thee
of
thy
final
Doom
.
The
Law
and
Justice
will
thee
now
Arraign
:
Poor
Soul
!
for
thee
my
Soul
's
in
bitter
pain
.
From
them
be
sure
no
Mercy
thou
wilt
meet
,
Although
thou
shouldst
turn
Suppli'nt
at
their
feet
.
Their
method
is
so
rigid
,
so
severe
,
The
Guilty
by
no
means
they
ever
spare
.
Awake
,
awake
,
poor
Soul
!
and
look
about
,
Jehovah
doth
command
the
Sinner
out
,
And
active
Justice
having
seiz'd
her
fast
Doth
hale
her
to
the
Judgment-seat
in
hast
.
Justice
.
Most
Soveraign
Lord
!
who
dares
i'
th
least
gainsay
What
thou
commandst
?
thy
Word
I
must
obey
.
Lo
!
here
I
bring
this
wretched
Prisoner
forth
Unto
thy
Bar
,
who
mad'st
both
Heaven
and
Earth
,
See!
with
what
dread
the
trembling
wretch
doth
stand
,
To
know
thy
Sacred
Pleasure
&
Command
.
Jehovah
.
Justice
,
What
is
her
Fact
?
her
Crimes
declare
:
I
patiently
will
now
the
matter
hear
.
Justice
.
Then
will
I
legally
,
my
Lord
,
proceed
,
And
presently
her
black
Indictment
reade
.
Come
forth
thou
Conscious
wretch
,
and
hear
thy
Crimes
,
In
wicked
deeds
thou
didst
begin
betimes
.
By
th'
name
of
Soul
,
thou
standst
indicted
here
,
Being
without
true
Grace
and
godly
fear
,
Most
treacherously
in
Eden
long
ago
,
Didst
then
and
there
,
with
God's
most
horrid
Foe
,
Conspire
against
his
Soveraign
Majesty
,
To
the
dethroning
of
him
privily
;
Then
setst
thou
up
a
Traitor
in
his
place
,
And
traiterously
his
Image
didst
deface
,
And
ever
since
hast
in
Rebellion
stood
,
Pursuing
Evil
,
and
forsaking
Good.
For
Treason
,
Murder
,
Theft
,
thou
standst
Indicted
:
These
Crimes
were
all
in
thy
first
fact
united
.
Nay
,
more
then
this
,
yet
worser
is
thy
Cause
,
Thou
art
Arraign'd
for
breach
of
all
those
Laws
,
Which
in
thy
Nature
God
at
first
ingrav'd
,
The
same
thou
hast
in
every
point
deprav'd
.
This
Royal
Law
much
hast
thou
violated
,
And
every
Day
thy
Crimes
are
aggravated
.
That
Spirit
's
still
in
thee
which
was
at
first
,
When
God
did
thee
out
of
his
Garden
thrust
;
Thou
sid'st
with
Satan
,
and
dost
him
obey
,
Not
minding
what
,
or
God
,
or
good
men
say
.
All
Evil
Rebels
in
thy
House
remain
,
And
nobly
there
thou
dost
them
entertain
,
Whilst
God
thou
hat'st
,
his
proffer'd
Love
refuse
,
And
precious
Patience
daily
dost
abuse
.
Therefore
,
my
Lord
!
she
worthy
is
of
Death
,
As
ever
any
that
on
Earth
drew
Breath
.
Jehovah
.
Soul
!
What
dost
say
,
hold
up
thy
guilty
head
,
Thou
unto
this
Indictment
now
must
plead
:
Guilty
,
or
not
Guilty
,
I
charge
thee
,
speak
;
Lest
Justice
doth
severer
Courses
take
.
Soul.
I
dare
not
say
I
am
not
Guilty
,
Lord
,
Of
some
of
these
foul
Crimes
which
I
have
heard
Read
in
my
Charge
,
't
is
vain
for
to
deny
,
My
Conscience
makes
me
Guilty
,
Guilty
,
cry
.
Thy
Law
is
broke
,
which
doth
all
Lust
forbid
,
My
Sin
I
know
from
thee
cannot
be
hid
.
Although
methinks
Justice
seems
too
severe
,
For
the
whole
Charge
hee
'l
scarcely
make
appear
.
Jehovah
.
Art
guilty
of
that
first
and
hainous
Crime
,
Which
was
committed
,
Soul
,
in
Ancient
time
,
By
him
who
was
thy
Representative
,
From
whom
thy
evil
Nature
didst
derive
?
If
guilty
of
that
one
horrid
Offence
,
'T
is
easie
for
thee
to
perceive
from
thence
Thou
art
under
my
Just
and
fearful
Curse
,
Condemned
by
thy
God
,
what
can
be
worse
?
Soul.
To
Adam's
Sin
,
Lord
,
I
must
guilty
plead
;
Nay
,
and
to
many
an
actual
Evil
Deed.
Divine
Justice
.
The
Prisoner
does
confess
her
vile
offence
,
And
now
there
needs
no
further
Evidence
.
Shall
Execution
,
Lord
,
on
her
be
done
?
How
canst
thou
bear
such
a
Rebellious
one
?
Lord
,
let
me
straightway
strike
the
fatal
blow
,
Let
her
with
vengeance
to
Hell-torments
go
.
She
's
guilty
,
even
by
her
own
Confession
,
Of
heaping
up
Transgression
on
Transgression
.
She
's
in
my
Debt
,
she
cannot
it
disown
,
And
I
demand
my
Right
,
Come
,
pay
it
down
.
Ten
thousand
Talents
;
Soul
,
thou
owest
me
,
Which
must
be
paid
,
and
that
full
speedily
.
Soul.
That
I
am
in
thy
Debt
I
don't
gainsay
,
But
I
have
not
one
farthing
now
to
pay
.
Some
pity
show
,
I
for
forbearance
cry
,
Since
thy
Demands
I
cannot
satisfy
.
Justice
.
Full
satisfaction
't
is
that
I
must
have
,
In
vain
from
me
you
compositions
crave
;
My
Name
is
Justice
,
and
my
Nature
so
,
I
never
did
,
nor
can
I
mercy
show
.
Soul.
If
there
's
no
mercy
,
then
my
state
is
sad
,
And
never
was
there
any
News
so
bad
For
Adam's
seed
,
who
under
Sin
do
lie
,
All
then
must
perish
to
Eternity
.
Theologue
.
That
God
is
gracious
,
Soul
,
is
not
deny'd
,
Yet
Justice
will
also
be
satisfy'd
.
Consider
if
thou
canst
the
matter
reach
;
One
Attribute
God
never
will
impeach
To
magnify
another
;
He
's
so
Just
,
As
to
take
vengeance
on
each
Sin
and
Lust
;
Each
Attribute
know
thou
assuredly
Must
meet
together
in
sweet
Harmony
.
Soul.
What
will
thy
Wrath
,
O
Justice
!
then
appease
?
Upon
what
terms
wilt
thou
afford
some
ease
To
me
,
after
this
terrifying
News
?
Vouchsafe
to
tell
the
means
that
I
must
use
,
To
satisfie
a
Judge
that
's
so
severe
,
And
will
not
of
sweet
Acts
of
pardon
hear
.
Justice
.
There
's
nothing
can
appease
me
,
that
is
less
Than
a
compleat
and
perfect
Righteousness
;
Like
that
thou
hadst
whilst
thou
in
Eden
stood
:
Nothing
,
save
this
,
will
do
thee
any
good
.
What
e're
is
due
to
me
of
the
old
score
,
Must
be
paid
down
,
or
never
any
more
Will
the
great
God
with
thee
concerned
be
On
gracious
terms
of
Peace
and
Amitie
;
A
Sacrifice
can
only
make
thy
peace
,
That
,
that
alone
,
will
cause
my
wrath
to
cease
.
Soul.
If
that
be
all
,
I
'le
get
a
Sacrifice
;
Let
me
consider
,
what
shall
I
devise
?
A
thousand
Rams
,
and
Rivers
of
sweet
Oil
,
I
'le
offer
up
but
for
one
gracious
Smile
;
With
fat
of
firstling
Lambs
I
'le
Heaven
invoke
,
And
purest
Incense
up
like
Clouds
shall
smoke
;
Each
Morn
I●le
sacrifice
whole
Hecatombs
,
With
Frankincense
,
and
sweet
Arabian
Gums
.
I
these
,
O
Lord
!
I
offer
up
to
thee
;
M●●
they
atone
for
mine
Iniquity
?
Justice
.
Oh
no!
give
o're
those
trifling
low
designs
;
The
Eastern
Spices
and
the
Western
mines
United
,
are
too
mean
an
Offering
To
satisfy
this
great
incensed
King.
In
such
poor
offerings
God
does
take
no
pleasure
;
Couldst
Thou
therefore
procure
all
Europes
Treasure
;
Nay
,
all
the
Wealth
that
in
the
World
has
bin
,
'
Tould
not
his
wrath
appease
for
one
small
sin
.
Shouldst
thou
thy
dearest
Son
or
Daughter
take
For
Sacrifice
,
't
would
no
Atonement
make
:
The
fruit
of
thine
own
Body
were
in
vain
For
thy
Soul's
sin
a
pardon
to
obtain
.
No
Friend
or
Brother
can'st
thou
now
find
out
To
pay
thy
Ransom
,
or
release
thee
out
▪
Their
Riches
never
can
be
help
for
thee
,
Nor
once
redeem
thy
Soul
from
misery
.
Nay
,
couldst
thou
yet
ascend
to
Heaven
above
,
And
holy
Angels
with
compassion
move
For
to
engage
for
thee
,
and
signify
That
in
thy
stead
,
and
for
thy
sake
they
'd
die
,
It
would
not
do
;
for
in
them
's
no
such
worth
As
to
remove
thy
guilt
,
appease
God's
wrath
.
Their
Glory
's
great
,
as
holy
Scriptures
show
;
Yet
all
they
have
and
are
to
God
they
owe.
They
cannot
help
thee
in
thy
great
distress
,
Nor
satisfy
the
Law
thou
dost
transgress
.
In
brief
,
look
where
thou
wilt
;
no
Balsam's
fou●
In
any
Creature
for
to
cure
thy
wound
.
No
Surety
can'st
thou
get
;
then
come
away
,
Eternal
Torments
must
thy
Reckoning
pay
.
Soul.
Hold
,
hold
,
thou
art
too
hasty
and
severe
,
To
one
word
more
I
pray
thee
lend
an
Ear.
I
will
amend
my
life
,
if
this
be
so
.
The
Promise
runs
to
such
as
truly
do
Their
Evil
courses
leave
;
I
hope
hereby
Thou
wilt
some
pity
show
,
not
let
me
die
.
Divine
Justice
.
●ond
Soul
!
though
such
thy
promises
indeed
So
often
broke
,
deserve
but
little
heed
;
Yet
grant
thou
shouldst
henceforth
with
strictest
care
Endeavour
thine
offences
to
repair
,
Couldst
thou
so
live
,
as
never
to
sin
more
,
Will
this
,
dost
think
,
pay
off
thy
former
score
?
Can
thine
imperfect
Righteousness
to
come
,
Discharge
of
by-past
ills
,
so
vast
a
sum
?
When
even
that
which
thou
callst
Righteousness
It self
wants
pardon
,
and
must
Guilt
confess
.
When
thy
Bond
's
su'd
,
thou
dost
thy self
forget
,
To
offer
menstruous
Rags
to
pay
thy
Debt
;
For
what
is
past
,
not
future
,
I
demand
,
And
thou
shalt
feel
the
rigors
of
my
hand
.
Soul.
Lord
!
then
I
'm
drown'd
in
an
Abyss
of
seats
,
If
hearty
Sighs
,
nor
penitential
Tears
Can
wash
me
clean
,
nor
yet
relieve
my
wo
:
My
case
is
desp'rate
,
what
shall
Mortals
do
?
Divine
Justice
.
If
thou
with
Tears
couldst
the
vast
Ocean
fill
,
Or
grieve
till
thou
thy self
with
sorrows
kill
,
And
make
ten
thousand
Rivers
with
thy
blood
,
'T
would
not
contribute
the
least
dram
of
Good.
Nay
,
couldst
thou
live
,
and
never
more
offend
,
Yet
for
old
sins
to
Hell
I
must
thee
send
,
To
th'
place
of
Execution
thou
must
go
:
Lord
,
shall
I
strike
,
O
shall
I
strike
the
blow
?
Lo
,
here
the
Soul
,
condemned
wretch
doth
stand
▪
My
Ax
is
up
,
if
thou
but
giv'st
command
,
I
presently
will
cut
her
down
with
Ire
,
Fit
fewel
for
an
Everlasting
fire
.
Divine
Mercy
.
Stay
,
Justice
!
hold
,
forbear
to
strike
;
shall
I
My
Glory
lose
to
all
Eternity
?
Though
thou
art
just
,
as
just
as
God
can
be
,
Yet
something
Mortals
still
expect
from
me
.
'T
is
gracious
Love
and
pity
I
afford
,
In
me
shines
forth
the
Glory
of
the
Lord
:
In
me
God
doth
(
O
Justice
)
take
delight
,
Though
thou
art
pleasant
also
in
his
sight
.
How
shall
we
both
then
meet
in
Harmony
,
And
shine
in
spendor
to
Eternity
?
Divine
Wisdom
.
I
have
found
out
the
way
,
which
will
you
both
With
equal
Majesty
and
Glory
cloath
.
God
is
as
just
as
Justice
doth
require
,
And
yet
as
kind
as
Mercy
can
desire
.
Here
is
a
glorious
Prince
come
from
above
,
Who
all
obstructions
quickly
will
remove
,
Which
in
the
way
of
the
poor
Soul
doth
lie
,
And
you
appease
,
and
jointly
satisfy
;
To
save
her
now
from
the
infernal
pit
,
I
have
a
Ransom
found
,
a
Ransom
fit
.
Divine
Justice
.
I
cannot
hold
,
—
I
'le
strike
the
fatal
Blow
:
Hell
she
deserves
;
with
vengeance
let
her
go
Unto
the
place
appointed
for
all
them
Who
do
God's
holy
Laws
and
Grace
contemn
.
Jesus
Prince
of
Light.
O
who
is
this
?
What
Traitor
's
at
the
Bar
,
That
is
condemn'd
,
and
Justice
wo'nt
defer
The
Execution
?
speak
,
hold
up
thy
head
;
Hast
any
thing
to
say
?
What
canst
thou
plead
?
Methinks
,
methinks
,
I
should
this
Creature
know
:
Ah!
Soul
,
is
't
thee
?
What
shall
I
for
thee
do
?
I
told
thee
what
thy
state
would
be
i'
th
end
,
When
first
my
Love
to
thee
I
did
commend
.
Soul
!
Speak
,
't
is
I
,
why
dost
thou
not
look
up
?
I
'm
sorely
griev'd
to
think
upon
the
Cup
That
is
prepar'd
for
thee
;
What
dost
thou
say
?
Shall
I
step
in
,
that
Justice
may
delay
To
strike
the
stroke
,
for
then
too
late
't
will
be
To
show
my
Love
and
pity
unto
thee
?
Hast
any
kindness
for
me
in
thine
Heart
?
I
doubt
that
still
thou
the
same
Creature
art
Thou
wast
before
?
and
hast
no
love
at
all
:
Why
speakst
thou
not
?
shall
vengeance
on
thee
fall
?
Ah!
how
can
I
see
Execution
done
,
And
Tears
not
from
mine
Eyes
like
Rivers
run
?
Divine
Justice
.
Lord
,
be
n't
concern'd
,
she
is
thy
bitter
Foe
;
Oh
let
me
therefore
freely
strike
the
blow
.
There
's
nought
in
her
but
Sin
,
and
poisonous
Evil
;
To
God
a
Foe
,
and
Friend
unto
the
Devil
.
JESVS
.
I
know
not
how
to
let
this
stroke
be
given
,
For
I
am
come
on
purpose
down
from
Heaven
To
make
Atonement
,
and
to
satisfy
For
all
her
sins
and
foul
Iniquity
.
Though
she
to
me
doth
no
affection
bear
,
Yet
her
I
pity
,
and
do
love
most
dear
.
Justice
.
Blest
JESVS
!
hold
,
't
is
my
just
Master's
sense
,
Abused
Mercy
must
have
recompence
.
There
is
no
other
way
but
she
must
die
,
Unless
thou
wilt
be
her
Securitie
:
If
in
her
stead
thy
life
thou
wilt
give
up
,
Then
mayst
thou
save
her
from
this
bitter
Cup.
The
price
which
thou
on
that
account
wilt
pay
,
Will
make
a
Compensation
,
and
defray
All
her
vast
Debts
,
yea
plenarily
God's
wrath
appease
,
and
Justice
satisfy
.
What
must
be
done
?
Who
is
't
the
stroke
must
bear
?
Is
't
not
most
fit
such
should
who
guilty
are
?
I
cannot
hold
my
hand
,
nor
longer
stay
,
Law
must
be
satisfy'd
,
what
dost
thou
say
,
Thou
wretched
Soul
?
behold
the
knife
and
spear
!
Can'st
thou
dost
think
,
God's
fearful
vengeance
bear
?
Now
,
Soul
!
look
to
thy self
,
this
Spear
I
'le
run
Into
thy
Bowels
,
ere
I
it
return
.
JESVS
.
Stay
Justice
,
stay
,
withold
thy
furious
Dart
,
And
,
let
its
glitt'ring
point
first
pierce
my
Heart
,
Her
guilty
state
aloud
calls
for
relief
,
It
wounds
my
Soul
and
fills
my
Heart
with
grief
.
My
Bowels
yearn
,
my
inward
parts
do
move
,
Now
,
now
's
the
time
to
show
her
my
great
Love.
Let
Law
and
Justice
be
suffic'd
in
me
,
'T
is
I
will
die
,
to
set
the
Sinner
free
.
Behold
me
,
Soul
!
my
life
shall
go
for
thine
,
I
will
redeem
thee
with
this
Blood
of
mine
,
Although
most
Precious
,
Sacred
,
and
Divine
.
CHAP.
VII
.
Shewing
what
Consultations
there
were
amongst
the
infernal
Spirits
to
bring
Jesus
,
Prince
of
Light
,
under
the
power
of
Death
;
a
Council
called
in
Hell
:
the
Princes
of
the
fallen
Angels
in
a
deep
combination
against
him
,
for
fear
their
Kingdom
should
fall
,
and
the
poor
Creature
be
delivered
.
The
grand
Counsel
of
Old
Satan
is
taken
.
He
enters
into
Judas
.
Judas's
sin
discovered
.
Jesus
is
apprehended
.
A
terrible
battel
,
or
Christ's
Agony
before
his
Passion
.
Sin
and
Wrath
combine
together
:
shewing
the
Prince's
Conquests
over
them
both
.
Seven
aggravations
of
Christ's
sorrows
in
the
Garden
;
and
a
Dialogue
between
the
Devil
,
King
of
Darkness
,
and
Death
,
the
King
of
Terrors
.
HEre
let
's
a
while
reflect
with
careful
heed
;
What!
doth
the
guiltless
for
the
guilty
bleed
?
This
may
astonish
all
,
here
's
Love
indeed
!
Do
Mortals
ever
greater
love
extend
,
Then
to
lay
down
their
lives
for
a
dear
Friend
?
But
for
a
Prince
,
a
mighty
Prince
to
die
,
Not
for
a
Friend
,
but
for
an
Enemy
,
Convicted
and
condemn'd
for
horrid
Treason
,
Thus
to
step
in
at
that
most
Critick
season
,
When
just
the
fatal
blow
was
to
be
given
;
This
Love
's
above
our
Reach
,
higher
than
Heaven
,
Deeper
than
Ocean
Seas
,
so
Infinite
,
As
well
deserves
our
wonder
day
and
night
.
What
?
Was
the
Father
free
his
Son
to
give
,
His
dear
and
only
Son
,
that
she
might
live
?
And
doth
the
Son
i'
th
midst
of
Enemies
Yield
up
himself
to
be
a
Sacrifice
?
Yet
who
can
be
so
bold
to
lay
their
Hands
Upon
this
Prince
,
that
Heaven
&
Earth
commands
?
How
shall
this
thing
be
now
accomplished
?
And
by
,
what
means
shall
his
dear
Blood
be
shed
?
Let
's
now
inquire
who
is
't
that
will
consent
To
be
the
grand
and
chiefest
Instrument
To
execute
this
precious
spotless
Lamb
,
Who
for
this
purpose
down
from
Heav'n
came
?
Has
he
on
Earth
any
such
spightful
Foe
,
As
dare's
attempt
this
'
mazing
thing
to
do
?
You
heard
before
he
daily
was
beset
,
And
with
what
Enemies
he
often
met
;
But
now
his
hour
is
drawing
very
near
.
Great
Consultations
'
mongst
his
Foes
there
were
,
How
they
might
take
his
blessed
Life
away
,
Who
seem'd
himself
impatient
of
delay
.
He
long'd
until
his
work
were
finished
,
Which
could
not
be
until
his
blood
were
shed
:
And
though
he
had
most
raging
Enemies
,
Yet
knew
they
not
what
project
to
devise
To
bring
this
bloody
traiterous
deed
to
pass
,
Which
long
before
by
them
designed
was
:
Until
Apollyon
finding
by
his
Art
The
dire
Intentions
harbour'd
in
their
Heart
,
Doth
rouse
them
up
,
and
first
the
matter
start
To
the
Infernal
powers
,
to
wake
them
●l
A
second
time
upon
this
Prince
to
fall
.
Then
Belzebub
,
Satan
,
and
Lucifer
,
Consult
afresh
how
to
renew
the
War
,
And
to
this
purpose
wee
'l
suppose
they
spake
:
Apollyon
.
Shake
off
your
fears
,
and
speedily
let
's
make
The
strongest
Head
that
possibly
we
can
Against
this
strong
,
this
Devil-amazing
man.
Now
,
now
's
the
day
,
let
's
bring
him
to
Death's
sting
,
And
then
with
shouts
of
Triumph
we
may
sing
:
For
over
Death
't
is
we
the
power
have
,
And
we
may
sure
secure
him
in
the
Grave
.
'T
is
he
alone
who
frights
us
in
our
station
,
And
puts
us
all
into
great
Consternation
.
Our
Kingdom
by
this
means
is
like
to
fall
,
And
we
thereby
be
ruin'd
great
and
small
.
I
have
engag'd
him
once
,
but
could
not
stand
,
I
know
his
strength
,
he
has
a
pow'rful
Hand
.
Belzebub
.
My
Sentence
is
for
War
;
this
Enterprize
Well
managed
,
will
make
our
Kingdom
rise
,
And
re-inthrone
us
in
our
Antient
Skies
,
To
a
great
Height
and
flourish
,
as
before
:
When
he
is
down
,
we
'l
let
him
rise
no
more
.
Can
we
but
once
deprive
him
of
his
Life
,
'T
will
put
an
end
to
all
our
fears
and
strife
.
Lucifer
.
Dominions
,
Pow'rs
,
and
Principalities
You
all
in
danger
are
;
awake
and
rise
From
off
your
Seats
,
and
lazy
Beds
of
Down
:
Sleep
you
secure
,
or
,
fear
not
the
dread
frown
Of
him
who
cast
you
down
,
and
joys
to
see
Your
abject
state
confess
his
Victory
?
Shall
all
our
brave
infernal
Regiments
yield
,
And
basely
quit
the
even
yet
doubtful
Field
?
What
?
by
one
man
shall
such
a
pow'rful
Host
Be
overcome
,
and
all
at
once
be
lost
?
Come
,
shew
your
valour
,
I
'le
command
the
Van
,
Tho
we
're
to
engage
withone
that
's
more
than
Man
,
Yet
fear
him
not
;
why
doth
each
spirits
hand
Shake
thus
?
why
do
you
all
amazed
stand
?
Has
none
found
out
a
way
to
make
him
yield
,
And
either
by
fraud
or
force
to
quit
the
Field
?
At
this
old
Satan
rose
from
off
his
Seat
,
Ready
to
burst
with
Rage
and
Malice
great
,
And
cast
a
terrible
look
(
if
minded
well
)
Enough
to
fright
all
th'
Devils
out
of
Hell.
Satan
.
You
mighty
Lords
of
the
Infernal
Lake
,
Hark
unto
me
,
who
for
our
Empires
sake
Have
now
devis'd
a
Stratagem
,
that
may
(
If
I
mistake
not
)
prove
the
only
way
To
bring
about
the
Ruin
of
our
Foe
,
Whom
I
both
hate
and
dread
,
as
you
well
know
.
There
is
his
Servant
Judas
,
he
's
our
Friend
,
And
into
him
forthwith
will
I
desc1end
,
Who
by
my
strong
persuasions
soon
will
do
That
which
may
make
for
's
Master's
overthrow
.
He
will
betray
him
to
our
Servants
hand
,
Who
will
secure
him
safe
at
your
Command
,
And
put
him
unto
Death
,
who
when
destroy'd
,
We
never
any
more
shall
be
annoy'd
.
They
all
agreed
to
what
old
Satan
said
,
Combining
jointly
to
assist
and
aid
Him
in
this
great
,
though
cursed
enterprise
,
And
bid
him
make
what
hast
he
could
devise
.
Delays
are
dangerous
,
Devils
well
know
that
:
But
why
need
they
Grim
Satan
instigate
?
He
needs
not
be
provoked
to
make
haste
,
When
't
is
to
injure
Souls
;
or
them
to
waste
;
Or
wreck
his
Malice
,
Rage
,
and
Hellish
spight
On
the
sweet
person
of
the
Prince
of
Light.
For
now
,
alas
!
is
come
the
dismal
hour
,
The
time
of
Darkness
.
And
Hell
's
direful
pow'r
No
sooner
spoke
,
but
Satan
flew
away
,
Winged
with
spight
,
impatient
of
delay
.
He
takes
possession
of
poor
Judas
heart
,
And
unto
him
in
secret
doth
impart
The
grand
Design
of
this
Cabal
of
Hell
;
Who
presently
consents
,
and
likes
it
well
.
Away
he
goes
,
resolv'd
the
work
to
do
:
A
work
,
Lord
,
did
I
say
?
sad
work
!
Oh
who
Could
think
that
a
Disciple
could
do
this
,
Betray
his
Lord
with
a
false
treach'rous
kiss
?
Perfidious
wretch
!
what
villany
is
here
?
Who
can
conceive
the
Crime
?
or
who
declare
The
horrid
nature
of
this
vile
offence
?
Transcending
all
degrees
of
insolence
.
No
treacherous
Act
like
it
was
done
on
Earth
,
Since
Man
first
from
enliv'ned
Clay
took
breath
.
Where
was
thy
Conscience
,
wretch
,
it
did
not
fly
Into
thy
face
for
this
Impiety
?
Were
all
his
wondrous
works
out
of
thy
mind
,
His
tender
Love
and
pity
to
mankind
?
Betray
the
Son
of
Man
!
Can
this
be
so
?
What
hadst
thou
in
thine
Eye
?
what
made
thee
do
This
horrid
deed
?
Was
't
mony
did
thee
move
To
forfeit
thy
Allegiance
,
and
thy
love
?
'T
was
from
that
filthy
Root
,
Root
of
all
Evil
!
Base
forbid
Gain
,
thou
soldst
Christ
to
the
Devil
;
(
That
is
to
those
vile
men
he
did
employ
To
perpetrate
this
cursed
Tragedy
.
)
This
shew'd
thy
malice
,
and
how
thou
didst
hate
him
;
But
tell
us
,
Judas
!
at
what
price
didst
rate
him
?
What
price
didst
set
upon
his
blessed
Head
?
Are
Thirty
pence
enough
?
What
,
valued
At
this
low
price
?
—
Is
Jesus
worth
no
more
?
Such
a
sad
Bargain
ne're
was
made
before
.
A
Box
of
Ointment's
worth
,
in
thy
esteem
,
Three
hundred
pence
;
and
dost
thou
value
him
Not
to
amount
in
worth
'bove
the
Tenth
part
?
Thou
shew'st
how
blind
,
and
how
deceiv'd
thou
art
?
He
whose
most
precious
personage
out-shines
The
fading
Lustre
of
all
Ophirs
Mines
.
And
carries
sweeter
Odours
in
his
Breast
,
Than
all
the
Spices
that
perfume
the
East
;
He
that
's
Omnipotencies
choice
delight
,
Whom
trembling
Angels
worship
day
and
night
;
He
that
the
Saints
above
all
Worlds
do
prize
,
In
whom
all
worth
and
true
enjoyment
lies
;
Shall
he
be
sold
at
such
a
rate
?
O
fie
!
Thou
wilt
repent
it
to
Eternitie
,
That
thou
didst
ever
such
a
Bargain
make
:
What
?
Thirty
Bits
of
cursed
Silver
take
For
th'
Pearl
of
matchless
price
;
thou
sorbid
Sot
!
Wilt
thou
be
trading
,
when
thou
knowest
not
What
't
is
thou
sell'st
?
Fool
,
't
is
a
precious
stone
,
The
Indian
Quarries
yield
not
such
an
one
,
Worth
more
than
Heaven
&
Earth
.
But
it
is
gone
?
So
rich
a
Jewel
lost
?
—
Go
howl
and
cry
;
Thou
'lt
hang
thy self
;
next
in
Hell-torments
fry
.
And
who
can
pity
thee
?
I
prethee
who
To
such
a
Traytor
will
compassion
show
?
Now
't
is
too
late
thou
dost
begin
to
mourn
;
Better
(
vile
wretch
)
thou
never
hadst
been
born
.
Under
incensed
wrath
,
ah
!
now
he
lies
,
Where
flames
torment
,
and
Conscience
terrifies
.
Be
not
offended
,
Sirs
,
I
judg
him
not
;
But
his
own
Master's
words
can't
be
forgot
,
Who
speaking
of
his
sad
and
sinful
fall
,
Doth
him
the
S●●
of
black
perdition
call
,
And
says
that
he
is
lost
.
Christ
is
the
Judge
,
And
to
repeat
his
Sentence
who
can
grudge
?
But
to
proceed
—
how
can
my
spirits
hold
?
I
need
Relief
,
my
heart
(
alas
)
grows
cold
,
Whilst
I
with
wonder
look
on
what
's
behind
,
Soul-melting
pity
overwhelms
my
mind
.
Who
can
of
such
heart-breaking
suff●rings
hear
,
And
not
dissolve
each
Eye
into
a
Tear
?
But
,
ah
!
methinks
something
doth
intervene
,
The
thought
of
which
puts
me
to
as
much
pain
,
As
doth
the
sad
,
but
useful
Contemplation
Of
his
unhappy
happy
bloody
passion
.
Then
let
's
ret●●at
,
and
to
the
Garden
go
,
For
in
that
place
began
his
grievous
woe
:
Before
he
doth
with
th'
King
of
Terrors
fight
,
Another
King
sets
on
him
full
of
spight
,
Whose
powr's
great
,
by
cursed
usurpation
,
He
domineers
and
rules
o're
every
Nation
;
He
brings
the
Mighty
down
unto
his
feet
,
And
makes
them
all
with
rigour
to
submit
:
The
good
,
the
bad
,
the
wise
,
the
old
,
the
young
,
The
rich
,
the
poor
,
the
beautiful
,
and
strong
,
All
that
live
,
ore're
liv'd
,
have
worsted
bin
By
this
proud
lofty
one
,
whose
name
is
SIN
.
A
Bastard
Devil
of
most
monstrous
Birth
,
Begot
in
Hell
,
by
Satan
first
brought
forth
;
Already
you
have
of
his
Malice
heard
,
And
how
in
wrath
he
never
Mortal
spar'd
.
A
crafty
Foe
,
who
oftner
steers
his
course
In
all
his
wars
,
by
fraud
than
open
force
:
'T
is
he
that
keeps
the
Soul
in
Iron
Chains
,
And
robs
her
of
all
Sense
;
lest
those
great
pains
She
otherwise
might
feel
,
should
make
her
cry
To
be
deliver'd
from
his
slavery
;
Unless
our
Jesus
doth
this
Foe
destroy
,
The
Soul
he
loves
he
never
can
enjoy
.
He
had
with
him
before
oft
a
hard
Duel
,
And
worsted
him
,
escaping
all
his
cruel
Attaques
,
but
rallying
now
with
other
Foes
He
joyns
,
to
lay
on
more
impetuous
blows
.
Well
may
we
dread
here
an
amazing
Fight
,
For
lo
!
with
him
confederate
in
our
sight
The
Wrath
of
God
,
most
fearful
to
behold
:
Both
these
sad
Enemies
,
with
courage
bold
,
Are
making
all
the
Head
that
e're
they
can
Against
this
blessed
Prince
,
the
Son
of
Man.
Oh!
let
our
Souls
be
arm'd
with
courage
bold
,
Whilst
we
this
furious
Battel
do
behold
.
Before
the
Fight
begins
,
do
you
not
hear
How
he
doth
cry
unto
his
Father
dear
;
O
let
this
Cup
from
me
,
Lord
,
pass
away
,
If
it
be
possible
;
Let
it
,
I
pray
,
Pass
from
me
,
that
of
it
I
may
not
drink
.
Until
this
time
he
never
seem'd
to
shrink
From
any
pain
,
conflict
,
or
suffering
;
This
Combat
is
,
alas
,
a
different
thing
,
From
what
before
he
ever
met
withal
;
From
hence
he
did
unto
his
Father
call
Once
and
again
,
repeating
of
his
cry
,
It
'h
sense
of
what
was
now
approaching
nigh
.
Some
may
at
this
't
is
likely
much
admire
,
That
our
dear
Saviour
should
so
loud
desire
To
be
deliver'd
from
that
bitter
Cup
,
Which
was
prepared
for
him
to
drink
up
.
It
did
not
rise
for
his
unwillingness
;
But
from
the
pain
,
the
anguish
,
and
distress
'T
would
bring
him
to
:
this
humane
Nature's
weak
From
thence
he
might
such
supplications
make
.
Ah!
wrath
Divine
,
what
humane
Soul
can
bea●
?
But
of
Divinity
he
hath
his
share
,
Which
doth
again
his
fainting
spirit
chear
.
And
such
support
he
needs
—
Cast
but
an
Eye
,
See
how
the
Combatants
with
fury
fly
Upon
each
other
;
What
a
Battel
's
here
,
Enough
to
melt
our
Souls
into
a
tear
.
Lo
!
the
first
blow
that
Sin
and
Wrath
doth
give
,
It
is
the
worst
he
ever
did
receive
.
Behold
!
how
frightfully
grim
Wrath
doth
frown
;
Nay
,
more
,
the
Prince
seems
by
their
strength
cast
down
.
Now
Sin
&
Wrath
upon
him
both
do
lie
,
Which
makes
him
groan
,
and
bitterly
to
cry
,
With
panting
breast
,
and
half-expiring
Breath
,
My
Soul
is
sorrowful
,
ev'n
unto
Death
.
Can
the
great
Prince
of
Earth
and
Heaven
feel
Such
heavy
strokes
,
as
thus
to
make
him
reel
?
The
dismal
weight
of
Sin
this
doth
declare
;
None
but
a
JESVS
▪
could
it
fully
bear
.
Happy
are
we
,
as
the
blest
Prophet
said
,
Our
Help
was
upon
One
that
's
mighty
laid
.
Could
man
or
Angel
ev'r
have
born
all
this
,
And
not
have
been
cast
down
to
th'deepst
Abyss
?
Nay
of
this
mighty
One
,
Saint
Mark
hath
rais'd
Our
Wonder
higher
,
He
was
sore
amaz'd
:
Nay
more
than
this
,
he
fell
upon
the
Ground
:
No
Soul
before
such
anguish
ever
found
,
To
see
the
Lord
of
Life
brought
to
the
Earth
,
Under
the
pressure
of
God's
heavy
Wrath
;
And
that
he
suffer'd
all
this
in
our
stead
,
May
make
our
Souls
to
stand
astonished
;
Especially
,
if
to
these
Trials
we
Shall
add
his
great
and
bloody
Agony
,
Wherein
the
sweat
fell
from
him
as
he
stood
,
In
Crimson
dy
,
like
trickling
drops
of
blood
.
Ah!
precious
Lord
!
this
work
was
very
sore
;
But
still
thy
Love
,
and
it
s
blest
Vertue
's
more
;
Through
all
these
Toils
thou
graspst
at
Victory
,
And
Captive
lead'st
at
last
Captivity
.
If
Sin
that
day
had
not
receiv'd
a
fall
,
Grim
Death
and
Hell
had
quickly
swallow'd
all
The
race
of
Man
;
we
all
had
been
undone
,
No
help
,
no
hope
,
no
life
for
any
one
;
Sin
was
condemn'd
,
it
had
a
fatal
blow
,
That
now
to
Saints
it
little
hurt
can
do
.
But
to
proceed
,
here
I
shall
now
relate
Some
things
which
very
much
do
aggravate
The
sufferings
which
Christ
in
's
Soul
indur'd
,
When
he
this
Conquest
for
our
Souls
procur'd
;
No
greater
sorrows
did
he
ever
know
,
Than
those
which
then
his
Soul
did
undergo
.
Several
Circumstances
which
demonstrate
the
Greatness
of
our
Saviours
sufferings
in
his
Soul
in
the
Garden
.
First
.
They
did
not
seize
him
with
the
least
surprize
,
From
thence
oft-times
doth
great
Amazement
rise
Unto
poor
Mortals
:
we
are
not
aware
Oft-times
what
's
nigh
,
know
nothing
of
the
snare
.
But
thus
't
was
not
with
the
blest
Prince
of
Light
;
What
can
be
hid
from
Great
Jehovah's
sight
?
He
knew
full
well
what
would
upon
him
fall
;
Yet
when
it
came
,
so
great
,
surpassing
all
Were
th'
Griefs
he
felt
,
he
in
amaze
doth
call
Unto
his
Father
dear
most
earnestly
,
If
't
were
his
will
to
let
that
Cup
pass
by
.
Secondly
.
It
was
the
very
thing
he
came
to
do
,
And
yet
cry'd
out
in
such
sad
sort
;
O
who
Can
then
conceive
what
he
did
undergo
?
He
freely
did
his
precious
Life
give
up
;
And
yet
he
's
ready
to
refuse
the
Cup.
He
takes
it
(
as
it
were
)
into
his
hand
Most
willingly
,
but
presently
doth
stand
Pausing
a
while
:
then
puts
it
to
his
Lip
,
And
after
he
had
took
one
bitter
sip
,
Looks
up
to
Heav'n
,
and
cryes
,
O
may
it
be
Thy
will
,
dear
God
,
this
Cup
might
pass
from
me
.
Thirdly
.
He
knew
unless
he
drank
it
up
,
that
we
Must
perish
All
to
all
Eternitie
;
And
that
his
coming
would
prove
all
in
vain
,
If
he
refused
for
us
to
be
slain
;
And
yet
with
sighs
and
groans
how
did
he
cry
,
In
sense
of
wrath
,
and
that
extremity
,
Which
he
beheld
would
quickly
overtake
him
,
When
once
his
blessed
Father
did
forsake
him
!
Fourthly
.
The
Angels
which
did
there
to
him
appear
,
Demonstrate
plain
how
great
his
sorrows
were
:
For
like
as
one
distressed
,
makes
complaint
,
Quite
tired
out
,
and
all
his
spirits
faint
,
Needs
to
be
strengthned
by
some
faithful
Friend
:
So
God
to
him
did
Holy
Angels
send
,
For
to
relieve
and
comfort
him
that
Day
,
When
Sin
and
Wrath
so
heavy
on
him
lay
.
Fifthly
.
But
what
's
Assistance
from
an
Heavenly
Host
,
To
the
great
Power
of
the
Holy
Ghost
!
Some
little
measure
of
the
Spirit
hath
Caused
blest
Saints
to
triumph
over
Death
.
How
have
they
sung
with
flames
about
their
Ears
,
Contemning
pains
,
regardless
of
all
fears
?
This
Spirit
rested
on
him
bodily
,
Without
measure
;
and
yet
how
doth
he
cry
!
As
scarce
well
knowing
which
way
to
bear
up
,
Whilst
he
partakes
of
this
most
painful
Cup.
This
greatly
doth
his
suff'rings
amplify
To
humane
sense
,
if
weighed
seriously
.
Sixthly
.
O
Lord
!
what
means
these
melting
sighs
and
Tears
?
Why
is
thy
Soul
amaz'd
,
why
fill'd
with
Fears
?
Ah!
't
is
enough
to
break
our
hearts
to
think
Upon
that
bitter
potion
thou
didst
drink
;
Thou
knewst
thy
sorrows
would
be
quickly
o're
,
And
then
thou
shouldst
ne'r
sigh
nor
suffer
more
;
'T
was
from
thy
worth
,
both
Wrath
and
Justice
cryes
,
We
are
appeas'd
with
this
thy
Sacrifice
.
Might
not
the
shortness
of
this
Conflict
yield
Thee
some
Relief
?
Besides
thou
knew'st
the
Field
Thou
shouldst
obtain
,
the
Conquest
was
thine
own
,
And
quickly
too
the
Conflict
would
be
gone
.
I'
th
midst
of
Wars
,
or
anguish
,
Men
indure
,
If
any
can
them
certainly
assure
,
That
in
short
time
their
Troubles
will
be
over
,
They
straight
rouse
up
their
spirits
to
recover
,
And
patiently
resolve
to
bear
the
smart
,
For
this
is
like
a
Cordial
to
the
Heart
.
All
this
thou
knew'st
,
and
more
abundantly
;
Yet
Sins
dire
weight
so
heavily
did
lie
,
That
with
strong
groans
&
horror
thou
didst
cry
.
The
Torments
,
Lord
!
of
Hell
took
hold
on
thee
,
Our
Souls
from
that
devouring
Wrath
to
free
.
But
why
didst
thou
into
a
Garden
go
Thus
to
encounter
with
the
hellish
Foe
?
Was
it
because
there
first
began
our
woe
?
Or
,
was
it
,
Lord
,
to
have
us
call
to
mind
When
we
in
Walks
and
Gardens
pleasures
find
,
What
thou
didst
for
us
in
a
Garden
bear
,
To
take
our
Hearts
from
slitting
pleasures
here
?
But
stop
,
my
Muse
!
look
back
,
and
let
us
s●e
What
did
succeed
Judas
his
Treachery
.
O
mind
,
what
Joy's
amongst
th'
Infernal
Crew
,
In
hopes
of
what
is
likely
to
ensue
.
Not
once
,
but
many
times
?
this
makes
me
quake
:
We
are
undone
,
should
he
refuse
to
take
Part
now
with
us
in
this
Extremity
,
When
all
we
have
and
are
at
stake
doth
lie
.
To
this
Advice
the
Devils
all
consent
,
And
call
for
Tyrant
Death
,
who
doth
present
His
gastly
face
,
and
boldly
do's
demand
,
What
't
was
they
would
have
him
to
take
in
hand
?
Then
soon
Apollyon
,
King
of
Darkness
,
breaks
Silence
,
and
to
this
purpose
gravely
speaks
.
Apollyon
.
Dread
King
of
Terrors
,
if
thou
stepst
not
in
,
Down
goes
our
Hell-bred
Monarchy
of
Sin.
We
now
can
walk
the
spacious
Earth
about
,
And
have
we
Friend
or
Foe
,
we
find
him
out
.
Where
e're
we
see
a
person
that
's
upright
,
We
seek
his
ruin
with
the
greatest
spight
.
When
we
by
fraud
or
craft
can't
him
intice
To
yield
to
Pride
,
or
Lust
,
or
any
Vice
,
But
that
he
'l
watch
us
with
a
wary
Eye
,
And
persevere
in
all
true
Piety
;
Then
on
him
do
we
bring
outward
distress
,
To
make
him
lose
,
or
leave
his
Holiness
.
Our
Kingdom
by
this
practice
is
made
strong
,
Potent
and
large
,
and
so
has
prosper'd
long
.
But
now
thy
help
we
need
,
for
much
we
fear
The
downfal
of
our
Kingdom
draweth
near
.
Upon
the
Earth
there
now
appears
in
sight
A
mighty
Foe
,
one
call'd
The
Prince
of
Light.
〈…〉
And
for
what
end
should
he
from
Heaven
come
,
If
not
to
execute
on
us
that
Doom
Which
Heav'n
long
since
decreed
?
To
end
which
strife
,
We
are
resolv'd
to
take
away
his
Life
.
Already
he
's
betray'd
;
if
things
hit
right
,
And
then
we
'l
yield
him
up
unto
thy
Might
.
For
thy
Assistance
,
Death
,
we
do
implore
,
Else
to
these
mischiefs
this
will
happen
more
,
That
Creature
we
so
long
have
captivated
,
Will
in
her
Pomp
again
be
re-instated
.
The
thoughts
of
which
there
's
none
of
us
can
bear
,
Speak
,
speak
,
pale
Monarch
!
for
we
long
to
hear
What
's
thy
Advice
?
Thou
mighty
art
in
pow'r
,
And
canst
,
we
know
,
whole
Nations
soon
devour
.
The
King
of
Terrors
.
Great
Prince
of
Darkness
,
you
must
understand
We
are
not
wholly
at
your
proud
Command
.
For
there
's
a
mighty
Pow'r
in
Heaven
high
,
Which
you
are
subject
to
as
well
as
I
:
'T
is
true
,
from
him
I
cannot
say
at
all
That
I
derive
my
strange
Original
;
Yet
by
his
pleasure
am
circumscrib'd
,
And
'
gainst
his
Will
cannot
be
forc'd
nor
brib'd
.
Wherefore
,
if
he
this
Prince
of
Light
protect
,
In
vain
at
him
shall
I
my
shafts
direct
.
Besides
,
in
this
Exploit
methinks
I
find
Some
strange
foreboding
ills
possess
my
mind
,
As
if
engaging
thus
against
your
Foe
,
I
should
but
hasten
mine
own
overthrow
.
Take
mine
Advice
then
,
meddle
not
at
all
;
Better
sit
still
,
you
know
,
than
rise
to
fall
.
'T
is
true
indeed
,
as
you
have
well
observ'd
,
Your
threatned
Judgment
has
been
long
deferr'd
:
But
if
your
Execution-Day
be
come
,
You
can't
escape
,
but
must
abide
your
Doom
.
Prince
of
Darkness
.
Thou
pale-fac'd
Traytor
!
shan't
we
have
thy
Aid
?
Then
all
our
Hellish
Projects
are
betray'd
.
How
oft
have
we
stood
by
thee
;
sent
thee
forth
To
do
our
will
and
pleasure
on
the
Earth
?
The
first
that
ever
thou
hadst
in
thy
hand
,
Committed
was
by
me
,
at
my
Command
,
I
caused
Cain
to
slay
his
godly
Brother
;
And
so
taught
thee
how
to
bereave
the
Mother
Of
her
most
dear
,
of
her
most
hopeful
Son
;
And
shall
not
now
my
will
in
this
be
done
?
'T
was
I
which
did
thy
being
to
thee
give
:
How
many
Subjects
dost
each
day
receive
From
me
and
mine
?
who
do
in
every
Land
Promote
thy
State
,
and
lend
their
helping-Hand
.
Therefore
consent
,
and
show
thy
angry
Brow
,
And
make
this
Conqueror
to
thy
Scepter
bow
,
Yielding
himself
to
thee
,
strike
him
with
speed
,
And
pierce
his
very
Heart
until
it
bleed
.
Then
some
dark
Cave
near
the
Earths
Centre
find
,
Where
Light
ne're
pierc'd
,
nor
Phoebus
ever
shin'd
,
There
,
there
,
the
vanquisht
Foe
do
thou
retain
Close
Prisn'er
with
an
Adamantine
Chain
.
When
e're
thou
strik'st
,
be
sure
strike
home
thy
blow
,
Lest
he
revive
and
work
our
overthrow
.
Be
bold
,
attempt
,
and
let
thy
pow'r
be
known
,
Thy
Glory
of
this
Deed
shall
be
thine
own
.
King
of
Terrors
.
I
must
confess
I
have
been
often
sent
By
Hellish
means
unto
the
Innocent
.
To
satisfy
your
Envy
,
Pride
,
and
Lust
,
Some
thousands
I
have
turn'd
into
the
Dust
.
Yet
never
did
I
strike
,
but
on
Condition
,
As
Heaven
did
permit
,
in
my
Commission
.
And
though
by
Thee
,
and
by
that
Monster
,
Sin
,
The
Child
of
Hell
,
I
first
of
all
came
in
;
Yet
am
I
not
subservient
still
to
thee
,
But
bounded
by
Jehovah's
own
Decree
:
For
had
I
wholly
been
at
thy
Command
,
Poor
Job
had
fell
before
thy
pow'rful
hand
.
Where
my
dread
Sovereign
Lord
do's
give
me
charge
,
To
stay
my
hand
(
though
my
Commission
's
large
)
I
must
forbear
;
But
if
he
once
permit
,
The
Just
,
and
the
Unjust
,
alike
I
hit
.
Apollyon
King
of
Darkness
.
Wilt
thou
eclipse
my
Glory
and
Renown
?
Destroy
my
Pow'r
,
and
tread
my
Kingdom
down
?
Fy
Death
!
for
shame
forbear
thy
Insolence
,
And
do'nt
dispute
the
Mandates
of
thy
Prince
.
Strike
!
I
conjure
thee
;
do
not
vainly
think
'T
will
be
thy
Int'rest
from
this
work
to
shrink
.
That
hand
,
that
powerful
hand
that
conquers
me
,
If
he
prevail
,
at
last
will
vanquish
thee
.
Though
now
on
Earth
thou
dost
in
triumph
dwell
,
If
he
o'recome
,
he
'l
cast
thee
down
to
Hell.
Thou
fro'n
thy
Monarchy
shalt
then
be
driven
,
And
shalt
abide
in
no
place
under
Heaven
.
Thou
that
hast
been
a
Conqueror
heretofore
,
Shalt
conquer'd
be
,
and
never
conquer
more
.
Ah!
lend
thy
Hand
,
shew
forth
thy
mighty
pow'rs
,
'T
is
for
thy
Int'rest
,
Death
,
as
well
as
ours
.
If
Arguments
and
Reason
may
convince
Thee
;
try
thy
weapons
on
this
dangerous
Prince
.
King
of
Terrors
.
Say
,
say
no
more
.
If
you
find
things
agree
In
order
to
his
downfall
,
I
will
be
His
Executioner
,
do
you
not
fear
,
I
tremble
at
the
thoughts
of
what
I
hear
.
Damned
Spirits
.
Bravely
resolv'd
!
At
last
they
all
Reply'd
,
Swelling
in
Wrath
,
in
Malice
,
Envy
,
Pride
,
Wee
'l
now
proceed
,
and
craftily
prepare
All
things
in
readiness
to
end
this
War.
Apollyon
.
Though
Judas
has
a
party
for
our
turn
,
Yet
we
have
more
to
do
e're
we
adjourn
.
If
we
should
bring
this
Enterprise
to
pass
,
Yet
when
all
's
done
,
I
shall
be
where
I
was
.
We
must
seek
out
some
persons
to
defame
His
so
much
honour'd
and
unblemish'd
Name
.
He
's
Just
and
Virtuous
,
and
esteem'd
so
high
,
Who
dares
charge
him
with
th'
least
Impurity
?
Satan
.
At
this
an
envious
Devil
strait
jumpt
in
;
I
'le
lead
the
people
on
,
let
me
begin
;
I
'le
stir
them
up
to
Envy
more
and
more
,
Such
Envy
that
he
shall
not
stand
before
.
Belial
.
These
are
but
sparkles
from
an
hasty
Fire
,
Which
will
for
want
of
fuel
soon
expire
.
His
Glory
still
encreases
,
ours
decays
.
Words
without
Actions
are
but
faint
delays
.
The
rarest
Wit
amongst
us
must
look
out
,
With
wariness
to
bring
this
thing
about
.
I
'le
tell
you
what
I
newly
have
contriv'd
:
Let
my
Lord
Lucifer
,
the
King
of
Pride
,
Make
one
amongst
their
Rulers
in
the
Seat
Of
seeming
Justice
;
Tell
them
they
are
Great
And
Prudent
men
,
yea
Learned
ones
likewise
,
And
in
their
Breasts
alone
true
Wisdom
lies
.
Yea
,
tell
them
that
the
Soveraign
Lord
of
Heaven
To
them
the
name
of
Gods
on
Earth
hath
given
,
Tell
them
both
God
and
men
have
though
it
fit
,
That
they
like
Gods
should
in
this
Grandeur
sit
;
And
,
answerable
to
this
lofty
station
,
The
people
have
them
in
great
veneration
.
Thus
,
when
h'
has
put
their
Honours
in
a
Heat
,
And
swell'd
them
up
with
Pride
and
self-conceit
,
Tell
them
't
is
much
below
their
high
Degree
,
That
such
a
low
inferiour
Man
as
he
Should
be
their
Prince
,
or
〈◊〉
them
bear
sway
,
Who
rather
ought
their
〈◊〉
to
obey
.
Then
,
when
the
uncontrouled
●reath
of
Fame
Has
spread
abroad
the
Glory
of
his
Name
,
And
fill'd
each
Eye
and
Ear
with
Admiration
,
Giving
to
him
Applause
and
Veneration
,
Then
let
our
envious
Friend
once
more
take's
place
,
And
sit
as
pale
as
Death
in
every
Face
;
And
let
him
tell
them
,
if
they
do
not
take
Some
speedy
course
,
their
Honours
lie
at
stake
;
He
grows
so
famous
in
the
peoples
Eyes
,
They
shortly
will
their
Soveraignty
despise
.
Satan
.
Nay
,
I
can
tell
them
yet
another
thing
;
The
people
seek
by
force
to
make
him
King.
Which
if
the
Roman
Pow'r
should
understand
,
They
'd
quickly
come
and
take
away
their
Land.
This
sure
will
work
,
or
other
ways
I
'le
find
;
Good
Mariners
can
sail
with
every
wind
.
Thus
these
Infernals
seeking
to
prevent
Their
future
,
but
deserved
punishment
,
Far
swifter
than
the
lofty
Eagle
flies
,
Did
set
upon
their
Hellish
enterprize
.
The
King
of
Pride
threw
forth
his
poisonous
Darts
,
Which
did
not
miss
to
pierce
the
yielding
Hearts
Of
those
that
sat
at
Stern
,
who
should
delight
To
do
the
thing
that
's
equal
,
just
,
and
right
:
But
disregarding
great
Jehovah's
Laws
,
They
sought
(
poor
Souls
)
for
popular
Applause
,
Puft
up
with
Pride
,
and
swoln
with
vain
Ambition
(
That
Tympany
of
th'
Soul
)
They
had
suspition
That
if
the
Prince
of
Light
were
once
affected
,
They
by
the
people
soon
should
be
rejected
.
For
first
they
saw
his
Miracles
were
great
,
His
Vertues
rendred
him
still
more
compleat
,
And
made
him
so
illustriously
to
shine
,
He
gain'd
the
Appellation
of
Divine
.
Nay
,
furthermore
,
they
heard
now
some
did
sing
,
Hosanna
in
the
Highest
to
the
King
Of
Israel
!
the
fragrant
Flower
of
Jess
,
The
Root
of
David
;
Oh!
who
can
express
The
depth
of
Envy
which
in
them
did
burn
,
With-raging
flames
,
almost
at
every
turn
?
Close
Consultation
in
their
Courts
appears
,
And
i'
th
mean
while
strange
Rumors
fill
their
Ears
.
The
Miracles
which
he
before
had
wrought
Into
the
minds
of
people
fresh
are
brought
,
Those
wond'rous
things
did
much
encrease
the
strife
:
He
rass'd
,
said
some
,
the
Dead
again
to
Life
:
Gave
sight
unto
the
Blind
,
who
from
their
Birth
Had
never
seen
the
Light
that
guilds
the
Earth
:
The
Dumb
,
the
Deaf
,
the
Lepers
,
and
the
Lame
,
In
all
Distempers
,
whosoever
came
,
Had
perfect
Cure
in
every
Disease
;
Nay
,
he
could
hush
the
Winds
,
and
calm
the
Seas
;
Could
dispossess
the
black
Infernal
Rout
,
And
cast
whole
Legions
of
fierce
Devils
out
.
Of
five
mean
Barly
loavs
,
and
two
small
Fishes
,
He
made
above
five
thousand
plenteous
Dishes
.
Thus
many
talkt
what
he
before
had
done
,
Grieving
to
think
what
now
was
coming
on
.
His
gracious
words
,
and
vertuous
Life
commended
Him
to
the
Multitude
,
but
much
offended
Th'
inraged
Rulers
;
yet
his
Innocence
Was
still
so
sure
a
Guard
and
strong
defence
,
That
they
could
not
their
wicked
ends
obtain
.
Yet
from
their
malice
would
they
not
refrain
.
How
often
did
they
in
clandestine
way
Endeavour
their
blood-thirsty
hands
to
lay
Upon
this
Sacred
Prince
?
yet
still
through
fear
The
people
would
rise
up
,
they
did
forbear
.
Sometimes
they
thought
to
trap
him
in
his
words
,
That
Law
&
Justice
then
might
draw
their
Swords
And
cut
him
off
.
And
then
again
devise
Another
course
,
charg'd
him
with
Blasphemies
Against
the
God
of
Heaven
,
by
which
way
They
surely
thought
they
might
his
Life
betray
.
But
never
could
they
over
him
get
pow'r
Untill
his
time
were
come
:
Now
,
now
's
their
hour
.
The
work
must
needs
be
carried
on
with
speed
,
When
Heaven
and
Hell
about
it
are
agreed
.
Though
different
ends
in
these
great
Agents
are
,
Yet
in
the
thing
they
both
consenting
were
,
That
Christ
should
be
of
his
dear
Life
depriv'd
.
Though
Hell
alone
the
guilty
Act
contriv'd
,
Yet
God
indeed
from
all
Eternitie
,
Knowing
what
rage
and
curs'd
malignity
Would
be
in
their
base
Hearts
,
resolved
then
He
would
permit
and
suffer
these
vile
men
,
To
bring
his
Purpose
and
Decree
to
pass
,
Which
for
our
Good
,
and
his
own
Glory
was
.
CHAP.
VIII
.
Shewing
how
the
Lord
Jesus
died
in
the
Sinner's
stead
.
Such
was
his
love
,
and
yet
the
Soul
an
Enemy
at
that
time
to
him
,
and
hated
him
.
A
full
discovery
of
Christ's
bloody
Passion
,
enough
to
make
a
heart
of
stone
to
melt
.
The
Prince
gives
up
the
ghost
.
Death
the
King
of
Terrors
,
insults
over
Jesus
,
Prince
of
Light.
Death
is
threatned
with
Death
:
shewing
also
what
fear
there
was
amongst
the
Devils
,
lest
the
Prince
should
rise
again
,
and
overcome
Death
.
A
second
Council
held
in
Hell
:
the
Devils
,
tremble
.
Death
subdued
.
Heathen
Oracles
cease
.
The
Devil
's
destroyed
upon
the
Prince's
resurrection
,
and
put
to
open
shame
.
Joy
in
Heaven
.
Angels
sing
.
Saints
rejoyce
.
The
end
of
the
First
Part.
BUT
to
proceed
,
Will
you
lift
up
your
Eyes
,
And
view
the
Rage
of
Hellish
Enemies
?
The
final
troubles
of
the
Prince
of
Light
Are
coming
on
▪
Behold
a
frightful
sight
!
A
multitude
with
Clubs
,
and
Swords
,
and
Spears
About
his
Sacred
Person
now
appears
.
This
wretched
Rabble's
come
on
a
design
,
Which
wounds
and
breaks
this
stony
heart
of
mine
To
think
upon
't
;
behold
,
they
are
conducted
By
the
grand
Traitor
,
and
by
him
instructed
How
to
proceed
on
this
great
Enterprise
,
Which
he
by
Hellish
power
did
devise
.
Arm'd
,
as
you
heard
,
they
seiz'd
on
him
,
as
if
He
had
indeed
been
some
notorious
Thief
.
Fond
men
!
If
you
this
Prince's
Nature
knew
,
Your
Weapons
are
too
many
,
or
too
few
.
As
Man
,
so
meek
,
you
need
no
rescue
fear
;
As
God
,
so
strong
,
he
can
in
pieces
tear
A
thousand
Troops
that
should
approach
him
near
,
Of
which
a
present
Instance
did
appear
.
Some
little
rays
of
his
dread
Deitie
He
caused
to
break
forth
,
and
suddenly
They
stagger'd
,
and
fell
backwards
on
the
ground
,
That
they
might
see
he
quickly
could
confound
Them
utterly
,
and
lay
them
at
his
feet
,
But
that
he
saw
it
better
to
submit
Unto
his
Father's
Will
,
and
take
the
Cup
Which
was
prepared
for
him
to
drink
up
.
But
they
recov'ring
strength
,
got
up
again
,
Regardless
of
all
dread
,
and
now
amain
Resume
their
purpose
,
and
with
wicked
hands
Take
hold
of
him
,
w●o
Heav'n
&
Earth
Commands
.
He
's
taken
Prisoner
,
and
strongly
bound
,
Who
in
one
moments
time
could
quite
confound
send
.
The
Universe
,
and
all
that
him
offend
Down
to
Hell's
bottom
quick
with
vengeance
Yet
like
a
Lamb
he
's
to
the
slaughter
led
,
And
,
as
a
Malefactor
,
suffered
.
Most
dreadful
sorrows
did
his
Soul
indure
That
peace
and
Joy
for
her
he
might
procure
;
To
bring
his
purpose
to
an
happy
end
,
He
manifests
himself
indeed
a
Friend
,
A
bounteous
Friend
,
who
thinks
his
Life
not
dear
,
But
freely
lays
it
down
,
doth
freely
bear
The
stroke
of
Justice
,
that
he
might
recover
Her
forfeit
Life
again
.
Oh!
Sacred
Lover
!
Oh!
Matchless
Love
and
Grace
!
Let
every
Eye
Open
its
Sluces
,
draw
its
Fountains
dry
.
If
he
for
us
such
bitter
sorrows
felt
,
Then
let
the
thoughts
of
his
strong
Passion
melt
Our
sin-congealed
hearts
,
our
hearts
of
stone
.
What
was
the
reason
why
this
Sacred
One
Did
bear
all
this
?
Were
not
our
sins
the
cause
?
He
suffers
,
but
't
was
we
had
broke
the
Laws
.
Is
he
betray'd
to
Death
?
Weep
o're
his
Herse
,
who
only
di'd
our
Death
for
to
reverse
.
You
Sin-sick
Souls
,
think
on
his
bloody
Passion
,
And
then
take
up
this
bitter
Lamentation
:
Dear
God!
I
sin'd
,
and
did
a
Saviour
need
,
And
must
the
Lord
of
Life
and
Glory
bleed
!
Ah!
must
his
dear
and
precious
blood
be
spilt
,
To
free
me
from
my
vile
and
horrid
Guilt
?
Didst
thou
,
sweet
Lord
,
my
heavy
burthen
bear
?
And
shall
not
I
lament
,
nor
shed
a
Tear
?
Shall
not
my
hard
and
flinty
heart
dissolve
,
To
think
how
nought
but
thy
own
blood
could
salve
My
fester'd
wounds
?
What
heart
is
so
condens'd
,
That
cannot
by
these
thoughts
be
influenc'd
And
mov'd
unto
remorse
and
great
Contrition
,
I'
th
sense
of
the
Lord
Jesus's
Crucifixion
▪
They
hal'd
him
(
bound
)
unto
the
High
Priests
Hall
,
Where
Priests
and
Council
did
for
witness
call
.
They
search'd
about
for
such
,
but
none
could
find
,
Who
did
agree
together
in
one
mind
.
They
us'd
him
like
a
Thief
,
put
him
to
shame
,
Who
bore
it
with
great
patience
,
like
a
Lamb.
They
blindfold
him
in
a
disgraceful
sort
,
And
ignominiously
made
him
their
sport
.
They
smote
him
on
the
face
,
pluckt
off
his
hair
,
And
bid
him
prophesy
then
who
they
were
That
did
him
strike
,
that
so
they
might
thereby
His
Office
of
a
Prophet
vilifie
.
His
own
dear
Servants
in
this
dismal
Day
Did
him
forsake
,
and
from
him
fly
away
.
They
,
they
in
whom
his
Soul
took
sweet
delight
,
His
cursed
Foes
did
so
amaze
and
fright
,
That
they
disown'd
him
too
,
and
left
him
all
To
stand
alone
,
or
otherwise
to
fall
.
Yea
,
Peter
,
who
would
have
his
Lord
confide
In
him
above
the
rest
,
stoutly
deny'd
He
ever
knew
him
;
nay
,
and
furthermore
,
To
put
it
out
of
doubt
,
he
curst
and
swore
.
Ah!
What
is
man
when
God
withdraws
his
hand
?
A
Peter
then
one
moment
cannot
stand
.
This
doubtless
did
add
grief
unto
his
Heart
,
To
see
his
own
Disciples
to
depart
,
And
leave
him
thus
in
his
Adversitie
,
When
in
their
stead
it
was
he
came
to
die
.
He
after
this
bore
much
rebuke
and
shame
,
Scoffs
,
blows
,
reproaches
,
stripes
,
oh
who
can
name
The
many
Cruelties
he
underwent
Before
his
painful
Death
,
and
not
lament
?
They
cru'lly
smite
him
on
his
precious
Cheeks
,
Which
he
with
patience
bears
,
and
never
seeks
To
free
himself
from
this
their
Insolence
,
Although
he
knew
his
spotless
Innocence
.
O
gracious
Lord
!
how
,
how
wast
thou
abus'd
,
Unjustly
judg'd
,
and
falsely
too
accus'd
?
Accus'd
as
guilty
of
some
grievous
fact
,
Who
thoughtst
no
Evil
,
none
didst
ever
act
?
No
stain
nor
spot
of
sin
was
found
in
thee
,
Though
thus
thou
suffer'st
for
Iniquity
.
The
Injuries
which
thou
that
Night
did'st
bear
,
How
great
,
my
God!
how
numberless
they
were
?
When
he
had
past
away
that
tedious
Night
,
Early
next
morning
they
with
Hellish
spight
,
Like
some
great
Malefactor
,
him
present
To
Pontius
Pilate
:
where
with
innocent
And
pleasant
Countenance
he
then
did
stand
,
To
know
what
't
was
of
him
they
did
demand
.
Then
with
an
humble
Silence
held
his
peace
,
Which
made
the
sury
of
his
Foes
increase
.
Next
was
he
unto
wicked
Herod
sent
,
Who
at
his
presence
seemed
much
content
,
Hoping
he
might
some
Miracle
behold
,
Because
he
had
been
of
strange
Wonders
told
.
But
he
that
knew
the
secrets
of
all
Hearts
,
Who
tries
the
Reins
and
views
the
inward
parts
,
Knew
well
his
curious
,
but
presumptuous
mind
,
Was
only
unto
wickedness
inclin'd
.
Christ
Answer'd
not
when
he
lookt
for
Replies
.
Which
made
King
Herod
and
his
men
despise
Our
precious
Lord
,
the
Prince
of
Peace
,
whilst
he
Became
the
pattern
of
Humilitie
.
Thus
Sinners
contradict
,
and
dare
reprove
The
Lord
of
Life
,
who
quickly
could
remove
The
lofty
from
their
Seats
,
and
them
confound
;
But
nought
but
Love
and
Mercy
doth
abound
.
This
was
the
Day
of
his
Humiliation
,
He
's
first
abas'd
,
then
comes
his
Exaltation
.
But
,
oh
!
that
ever
men
should
be
so
vile
,
To
smite
those
Lips
that
never
utter'd
guile
!
He
at
whose
great
Command
the
Seas
were
still
,
Is
now
commanded
by
each
Tyrant's
will.
He●s
sent
to
Herod
,
then
sent
back
again
Unto
the
Judgment-Seat
;
But
oh
!
what
pain
Did
he
indure
there
by
most
wicked
men
,
Pen
What
Heart
can
think
,
what
Tongue
express
,
what
Can
set
it
forth
?
Their
sacrilegious
Hands
Bound
him
about
with
strong
and
cruel
bands
:
They
mock'd
and
did
deride
him
shamefully
,
And
then
aloud
set
up
a
cursed
Cry
,
Hold
,
hold
him
fast
,
deliver
Barabbas
,
Who
a
notorious
Malefactor
was
.
A
Barabbas
is
now
prefer'd
before
Him
,
whom
the
glorious
Angels
do
adore
.
A
Murderer
shall
spared
,
saved
be
,
When
JESVS
shall
be
hanged
on
a
Tree
.
With
torturing
whips
they
scourged
him
most
sore
,
Until
his
flesh
was
dy'd
with
Purple
Gore
.
O
dreadful
dismal
Cup
!
what
heart
can
think
On
what
he
underwent
,
and
's
flesh
not
shrink
?
The
Blood
that
once
run
through
his
sacred
Veins
,
Is
now
let
out
by
Soul-tormenting
pains
,
And
all
the
blushing
Pavement
gilds
,
not
stains
.
Ah!
don't
you
see
how
it
fell
trickling
down
,
Yet
unto
him
was
no
compassion
shown
.
The
Blood
that
issued
forth
from
every
wound
,
Descends
in
pearly
drops
unto
the
ground
.
Oh
Earth
!
that
didst
receive
that
holy
Blood
,
Nor
fruitful
Nile
,
nor
Tagus
golden
Blood
Could
ever
yield
like
Vertue
,
or
such
good
;
Ne●re
such
a
stream
did
water
thee
before
,
Nor
shall
again
refresh
thee
any
more
.
Nor
were
these
cruel
barb'rous
scourgings
all
That
he
endur'd
in
that
remorsless
Hall
;
For
after
this
they
clothed
him
in
scorn
With
Purple
,
when
his
flesh
was
lasht
and
torn
,
And
in
derision
of
his
Princely
State
,
Their
impious
hands
a
Crown
of
thorns
did
plate
,
Pressing
it
on
his
gracious
Head
with
pain
,
Till
Sacred
Drops
did
issue
forth
again
In
ruful
sort
,
as
they
had
done
before
,
Spreading
his
precious
Neck
and
Face
all
o're
.
Thus
like
a
Lamb
amongst
those
Wolves
he
stood
,
From
head
to
foot
besprinkled
o're
with
blood
.
His
Kingly
Office
further
to
debase
,
'
Stead
of
the
Scepter
due
to
Judah's
Race
,
They
put
a
Reed
in
's
hand
,
then
kneel
before
him
,
And
in
Derision
feignedly
adore
him
.
Thus
,
thus
did
they
the
Sacred
Prince
abuse
,
Crying
in
scorn
—
All
hail
,
King
of
the
Jews
:
Then
in
Disdain
they
spit
in
's
his
lovely
Face
.
Could
Devils
offer
God
a
worse
Disgrace
?
Oh
depth
of
Love
alone
,
that
knows
no
bounds
,
To
suffer
such
dire
stripes
,
such
mocks
&
wounds
'T
was
we
that
sin'd
,
't
was
thou
that
sufferst
shame
,
To
free
us
from
the
guilt
.
Oh
let
thy
Name
Thy
Sacred
Name
for
ever
honour'd
be
,
Who
thus
wast
us'd
,
to
set
poor
Sinners
free
.
But
yet
,
alas
!
these
sufferings
were
not
all
,
More
bitter
things
did
unto
him
befall
.
Off
next
they
took
the
Robe
,
his
own
put
on
,
And
now
as
if
their
malice
fresh
begun
,
Not
satisfy'd
their
God
for
to
deride
,
They
loud
cry'd
out
,
Let
him
be
Crucify'd
.
His
Blood
they
thirst
for
.
Pilate
gives
consent
,
Though
Conscience
told
him
he
was
Innocent
,
And
had
deserved
neither
Death
nor
Bands
,
Yet
up
he
gives
him
to
the
Rabbles
hands
.
He
knew
of
malice
they
had
brought
him
thither
,
Yet
he
and
they
at
last
combine
together
'T
imbrew
their
guilty
hands
in
guiltless
Blood
,
Who
never
did
them
harm
,
but
always
good
.
Rather
than
Pilate
will
displease
the
Jews
,
Hee
'l
stifle
Conscience
,
utterly
refuse
All
Admonitions
;
though
his
bosom
Friend
A
timely
warning
unto
him
did
send
,
Uses
Intreaties
,
urges
Arguments
,
But
nothing
would
prevail
,
nothing
prevents
Their
wicked
purpose
.
Sentence
being
past
,
Unto
his
Execution
now
they
hast
.
Though
he
was
wounded
very
much
before
,
His
flesh
,
his
Virgin
flesh
,
with
stripes
made
sore
,
Yet
they
upon
his
Martyr'd
shoulders
lay
His
heavy
Cross
;
till
fainting
by
the
way
By
reason
of
th'
intolerable
pain
His
bleeding
wounds
procured
,
they
constrain
A
Country-man
of
Cyrene
(
who
did
pass
Along
that
way
)
to
bear
his
pond'rous
Cross
.
And
coming
up
to
dismal
Golgotha
,
Without
remorse
of
Conscience
,
dread
,
or
awe
,
They
still
persist
in
putting
him
to
Death
,
A
Death
the
worst
that
e're
stopt
humane
Breath
;
The
cruel
Death
o●th
Cross
,
matchless
for
pain
,
And
by
God's
Curse
most
liable
to
shame
.
To
cause
the
Just
to
die
was
crueltie
,
But
Crucifixion's
more
than
't
is
to
die
.
Prodigious
Rage
!
strange
metamorphos'd
mind
!
What
?
kill
the
Lord
,
who
was
to
you
so
kind
!
What
was
his
Crime
?
what
his
so
great
offence
?
That
not
contented
to
remove
him
hence
By
violent
Death
,
but
you
must
look
about
Whereby
to
find
exquisite
torments
out
?
The
vilest
wretch
that
ever
did
draw
breath
,
Or
in
the
strictest
sense
deserved
Death
,
Could
never
meet
with
more
severitie
From
barb'rous
Foes
and
brutish
Tyranny
.
He
meets
with
no
compassion
,
every
heart
,
And
every
hand
is
set
to
throw
a
Dart.
So
far
from
shame
in
this
their
villany
,
They
chuse
for
time
to
act
the
Tragedy
,
Their
chiefest
Feast
,
when
to
Jerusalem
From
every
part
thousands
of
people
came
;
Then
,
then
they
chose
this
cursed
work
to
do
.
That
he
the
greater
shame
might
undergo
.
When
Priest
and
Pilate
finisht
had
their
Court.
Dear
Jesus
must
be
fetcht
to
make
them
sport
.
And
now
behold
(
if
yet
thy
delug'd
Eyes
Can
stay
to
see
so
sad
a
Sacrifice
)
Behold
him
lift
up
on
the
cursed
Tree
.
Expos'd
to
Torture
,
Death
,
and
Infamy
.
His
Arms
spread
wide
,
as
ready
to
imbrace
His
bitter'st
Foes
,
if
they
'd
accept
his
Grace
;
Quite
through
each
hand
&
foot
sharp
nails
they
drive
,
And
fix
him
there
to
wait
for
Death
alive
.
Hanging
betwixt
two
Thieves
,
Numbred
among
Transgressors
by
the
giddy
partial
Throng
:
For
passers-by
did
rail
on
him
with
scorn
,
Wagging
their
heads
,
who
ought
rather
to
mourn
.
With
taunts
and
scoffs
the
vulgar
him
abuse
,
Prompted
by
the
Chief
Priest
,
and
barb'rous
Jews
.
And
when
he
thirsts
through
his
excessive
pains
,
Behold
what
favour
at
their
hands
he
gains
;
All
they
afford
to
quench
his
drought
withal
,
Was
Vinegar
,
mixed
with
bitter
Gall.
Was
ever
such
a
perfect
hatred
known
?
No
Dram
of
pity
,
but
all
malice
shown
.
He
that
for
them
had
Water
turn'd
to
Wine
,
And
shown
his
Pow'r
and
Charity
Divine
;
Now
Wine
,
nor
Water
now
could
be
allow'd
T'
asswage
his
thirst
from
this
ungrateful
Croud
:
But
into
's
tender
side
they
thrust
a
Spear
,
From
whence
there
came
both
blood
&
water
clear
.
Thus
hand
,
and
foot
,
and
head
,
and
every
part
,
They
pierce
and
wound
,
for
to
encrease
his
smart
.
Ah!
see
that
stream
wch
from
his
Heart-blood
flows
,
The
precious
Balm
and
Cure
of
all
our
woes
!
Each
pious
Soul
,
which
truly
doth
believe
,
It
s
Soveraign
Vertue
freely
may
receive
.
One
drop
of
that
most
Sacred
Blood
is
worth
Ten
thousand
Thrones
&
Kingdoms
of
the
Earth
.
When
you
by
Sin
do
see
your selves
undone
,
Think
on
that
Blood
which
from
his
Side
did
run
.
Those
cordial
Drops
apply'd
unto
thy
heart
,
Will
heal
thy
Soul
,
and
cleanse
thy
inward
part
.
Ah!
canst
thou
of
Christ's
dismal
passion
hear
,
And
not
dissolve
thy
Soul
into
a
Tear
?
But
to
return
—
There
's
something
still
behind
,
Which
makes
strange
meltings
in
my
grieved
mind
,
That
's
worse
than
all
the
rest
,
oh
hear
his
moan
,
And
how
his
poor
distressed
Soul
doth
groan
!
His
Father
hides
his
face
,
that
gracious
Eye
Casts
forth
an
angry
frown
,
which
made
him
cry
(
After
he
had
these
bitter
torments
felt
From
cruel
hands
,
and
found
his
Soul
to
melt
,
His
spirits
fail
,
and
wounded
heart
to
break
)
Why
,
why
,
my
God
?
Oh
why
dost
thou
forsake
Me
in
this
needful
hour
?
Hard
is
the
case
When
thou
,
my
God
,
from
me
shalt
hide
thy
face
.
My
Servants
who
forsook
me
,
are
but
Dust
,
Poor
flesh
and
blood
,
alas
!
what
stay
,
what
trust
Is
there
in
man
?
the
best
of
men
are
frail
;
Such
as
conside
in
them
,
their
strength
will
fail
.
But
,
ah
!
My
Trust
,
my
Hope
,
my
Confidence
,
Thou
,
thou
that
art
my
Rock
and
safe
Defence
,
Even
thou
,
my
God!
O
thou
,
O
thou
hast
left
me
,
And
this
at
last
has
of
all
Peace
bereft
me
.
Whilst
Souls
can
see
their
Interest
in
their
God
,
They
can
bear
up
under
the
sharpest
Rod
:
But
when
thy
face
is
hid
,
as
't
is
from
me
,
They
sink
,
they
die
,
they
die
Eternally
.
Thus
,
thus
the
Prince
of
Peace
in
sore
distress
,
His
bitter
moan
doth
unto
God
express
.
Great
depths
of
sorrow
did
oppress
his
Soul
,
When
his
sad
portion
thus
he
did
condole
.
He
saw
himself
forsaken
and
forlorn
,
When
in
our
stead
this
anguish
great
was
born
.
That
which
was
due
for
our
Iniquity
,
Did
heavy
on
our
gracious
Saviour
lie
.
For
Justice
spar'd
not
,
but
laid
on
her
Hand
,
Whilst
in
the
room
and
stead
he
seeks
to
stand
Of
the
poor
Soul
,
he
came
from
Heaven
to
save
;
Justice
,
alas
!
will
the
last
farthing
have
.
The
torments
Saints
have
born's
another
thing
From
what
befel
their
Soveraign
Lord
&
King.
His
Spirit
's
gracious
,
great
,
magnanimous
,
Yet
ne're
was
any
Soul
distressed
thus
.
That
much
renowned
holy
Martyr
,
Stephen
,
He
had
so
glorious
a
prospect
from
Heaven
,
As
fill'd
his
Soul
brim-full
of
Consolation
,
And
by
that
means
with
joy
he
bore
his
passion
.
Should
I
attempt
to
walk
the
spacious
Field
Of
instances
,
how
many
would
it
yield
,
Where
flames
of
Fire
were
like
to
Beds
of
Roses
Through
Heav'nly
Rays
,
wch
gloriously
composes
Their
spirits
so
,
that
they
in
Triumph
sing
,
When
half-consum'd
in
Fire
,
they
felt
no
sting
.
God
smiles
,
and
Heav'n
appears
so
clear
&
bright
,
All
fears
and
terrors
were
extinguisht
quite
.
But
he
who
for
our
sakes
his
Life
laid
down
,
Is
forc'd
to
bear
his
Father's
angry
frown
;
And
in
our
stead
he
felt
his
Indignation
,
The
bitterest
part
of
all
his
bitter
Passion
.
How
heavy
is
that
stroke
,
how
sharp
that
Rod
,
That
's
lifted
up
by
men
,
laid
on
by
God
?
When
Heav'n
and
Earth
,
and
Hell
do
all
agree
To
lay
on
stripes
with
greatst
severitie
?
That
grief
,
that
pain
,
that
anguish
must
be
sore
;
And
yet
all
this
for
us
blest
Jesus
bore
.
Who
that
beholds
Heav'ns
glorious
lamp
of
Light
When
in
his
strength
,
obscur'd
from
our
sight
By
the
dark
body
of
the
pale-fac'd
Moon
,
Making
black
shades
of
Night
appear
at
Noon
,
But
would
conclude
from
thence
the
Sun
were
gone
,
And
had
forsaken
quite
our
Horizon
?
And
yet
we
know
he
's
but
eclips'd
a
while
,
And
soon
will
lend
the
World
another
smile
;
Disperse
those
shades
that
counterfeited
Night
,
And
fill
the
Earth
again
with
splendor
bright
.
Lo
,
thus
our
Sun
in
his
Celestial
Sphear
Is
near
his
setting
,
yet
but
lend
your
Ear
Unto
the
Voice
,
th'
amazing
Voice
of
Heaven
,
You
'l
find
an
universal
notice
given
Unto
the
world
when
this
bright
Sun
went
down
,
Heav'ns
lightfoot
Herauld
quickly
makes
it
known
.
Christ
lies
a
bleeding
,
nailed
on
the
Tree
,
And
now
the
universal
World
shall
see
Heaven
act
a
part
in
this
black
Tragedy
,
The
Worlds
great
Eye
,
the
natural
Sun
,
whose
Rays
Each
day
throughout
the
Universe
displays
From
East
to
West
,
from
North
to
South
,
his
face
Visiting
and
refreshing
every
place
,
No
sooner
doth
he
spy
the
Prince
near
dead
,
But
straightway
he
withdraws
his
blushing
Head.
That
horrid
sight
bright
Sol
abhor'd
to
see
,
And
hides
his
face
from
Noon
till
after
Three
.
At
Three
Christ's
matchless
Torments
made
him
cry
,
Eli
,
Eli
,
lama
sabachthani
.
Then
was
the
Temple
Vail
rent
quite
asunder
,
The
earth
did
shake
,
the
rocks
did
roar
like
thunder
,
The
Clouds
grew
thick
,
and
such
as
scatter'd
were
,
Conjoin'd
to
darken
all
the
Hemisphear
.
Thus
for
three
hours
Darkness
great
remain'd
,
All
hearts
now
tremble
,
every
spirit
's
pain'd
.
Th'
Astronomers
,
who
starry
motions
trace
,
And
read
Earth's
wonders
in
Heav'ns
various
face
,
(
Eusebius
,
and
other
Authors
write
)
Were
much
amaz'd
at
that
unusual
sight
;
Their
Learning
could
no
natural
Causes
spy
,
Nor
give
a
Reason
of
that
Prodigie
.
The
Moon
being
then
at
full
,
just
opposite
,
Could
not
in
Natures
course
eclipse
Sol's
Light.
'T
was
supernatural
what
he
suffered
,
And
that
was
it
which
fill'd
them
all
with
dread
.
Some
smote
their
breasts
,
whilst
others
in
confusion
Drew
from
the
premises
this
just
Conclusion
,
Either
the
God
of
Nature
suffers
now
(
When
Sol
in
Sables
muffles
thus
his
brow
)
Or
the
whole
frame
o'
th
World
in
a
short
space
,
Will
be
dissolv'd
and
end
its
painful
Race
.
These
dreadful
things
which
then
did
come
to
pass
,
Do
fully
prove
He
the
Messiah
was
.
And
many
when
they
saw
those
Wonders
done
,
Cry'd
out
indeed
he
was
God's
only
Son.
Had
not
this
obvious
been
to
every
sight
A
real
thing
,
with
what
great
ease
then
might
The
Foes
of
Christ
and
Christianity
,
Detected
all
as
horrid
Forgery
?
But
matt'r
of
Fact
being
so
very
clear
,
The
Jews
and
Heathens
thereby
silenc'd
were
.
Thus
he
yields
up
at
last
his
painful
breath
,
And
for
a
while
lay
conquered
by
Death
.
Conquer'd
,
said
I
!
forbear
my
lavish
Muse
,
Recall
that
word
,
and
be
not
so
profuse
.
What
,
shall
we
say
,
The
Lord
of
Life
is
dead
?
'T
is
but
a
slumber
,
he
's
not
conquered
.
He
only
for
a
while
Retreat
hath
made
,
To
bring
his
Foes
into
an
Ambuscade
,
And
soon
will
rise
more
gloriously
Array'd
.
Thus
did
the
Glory
of
the
World
lay
down
His
precious
Life
,
to
purchase
a
rich
Crown
Of
Life
and
Glory
for
his
Spouse
,
whom
he
Found
under
Wrath
,
condemn'd
eternally
,
Who
had
receiv'd
that
Sentence
full
of
Ire
,
Goe
,
go
thou
Wretch
into
eternal
Fire
.
But
he
has
bail'd
her
from
Hell's
gaping
Jaws
,
And
satisfy'd
Justice's
strictest
Laws
By
this
his
Death
,
where
he
in
her
stead
stood
,
And
ransom'd
her
even
with
his
dearest
Blood.
But
hark
,
my
Muse
!
What
Triumph
dost
thou
hear
?
What
Voice
is
that
hoarse
sounding
in
mine
Ear
?
'T
is
Death
,
doubtless
't
is
Death
that
ghastly
King
,
Who
over
Christ
doth
now
insulting
sing
;
Now
he
has
got
him
down
,
I
prethee
hear
How
he
o're
him
doth
vaunt
and
domineer
.
The
King
of
Terror's
boasting
Triumph
over
Christ
whilst
he
lay
in
the
Grave
.
King
of
Terrors
.
What
am
I
?
or
from
whence
?
For
though
I
be
,
Yet
know
I
not
my self
;
nor
why
to
me
The
mightiest
Monarchs
bend
.
I
rule
,
I
raign
,
And
am
the
High
and
Lofty's
Soveraign
.
All
tremble
at
the
thoughts
of
my
grim
face
,
They
look
,
they
run
,
yet
cannot
find
a
place
To
hide
themselves
.
My
Powr's
very
great
,
Yet
know
I
not
who
set
me
in
this
Seat.
There
's
none
that
live
,
have
liv'd
,
or
ever
may
,
But
I
o're
them
an
awful
Scepter
sway
.
But
,
oh
!
what
kind
of
subject
have
I
here
?
A
Subject
,
t'
whom
no
Monarch
is
a
Peer
;
Ah!
how
I
smile
to
see
't
;
I
'le
never
fear
Being
worsted
now
.
Alas
!
dost
thou
submit
?
Art
thou
likewise
brought
down
unto
my
feet
?
Who
's
able
my
dread
Power
to
withstand
;
Since
thou
canst
not
escape
my
pow'rful
hand
?
Now
I
have
seiz'd
thee
,
be
assur'd
that
I
Will
keep
thee
down
,
for
ever
thou
shalt
lie
In
the
dark
Regions
of
eternal
Night
.
Lo
!
here
,
proud
Mortals
,
an
amasing
sight
!
What
can't
I
do
,
since
he
that
made
the
Day
,
By
my
strong
hand
is
turned
into
clay
?
If
thou
can'st
not
thy self
from
me
deliver
,
The
hope
of
Creature-man
is
gone
for
ever
.
None
out
of
these
close
Regions
can
repair
,
Nor
re-salute
again
the
ambient
Air.
I
never
did
so
great
a
Conquest
gain
,
O
what
a
mighty
Monarch
I
have
slain
!
Now
,
now
let
me
be
crown'd
victoriously
!
For
what
is
done
,
which
none
could
do
but
I.
Who
dares
my
Triumphs
lessen
or
defer
,
Since
I
am
now
a
perfect
Conquerour
?
Here
,
here
,
Great
Prince
,
with
me
in
this
dark
Cell
My
Captive
thou
with
other
Kings
shalt
dwell
.
Prince
of
Light.
Thou
proud
Imperious
Tyrant
,
prethee
hear
;
Don't
boast
too
soon
,
nor
vainly
domineer
.
A
feeble
Warriour
may
the
Field
obtain
,
When
his
strong
Foe
is
willing
to
be
slain
.
My
Life
,
proud
Death
,
thou
didst
not
take
away
By
any
strength
of
thine
:
for
I
did
lay
It
freely
down
,
as
God
did
me
command
,
This
made
me
yield
my self
into
thy
hand
.
King
of
Terrors
.
I
'le
not
contend
,
let
that
be
so
or
not
,
I
have
thee
safe
in
my
Dominions
got
;
And
e're
thou
do
return
,
I
'le
make
thee
know
What
pow'r
I
have
,
what
't
is
that
I
can
do
.
My
Prisoner
thou
art
,
and
here
shalt
lie
In
these
dark
Cells
unto
Eternitie
,
Whilst
worms
on
thy
most
lovely
flesh
are
fed
,
And
with
Corruption
thou
art
covered
.
Prince
of
Light.
Stay
,
stay
,
pale
Death
,
that
thou
canst
nev'r
do
,
For
I
must
not
the
least
Corruption
know
.
King
of
Terrors
.
Strange
speech
!
who
's
this
?
or
how
can
this
thing
be
?
What
's
in
the
Grave
shall
not
Corruption
see
?
Though
with
rich
Spices
thou
imbalm'd
dost
lie
,
Old
hoary
Time
shall
make
thee
putrify
.
Kings
fortifi'd
by
Lead
and
Searcloth's
aid
,
In
precious
heaps
of
fragrant
Odours
laid
,
To
stench
and
rottenness
I
soon
betray'd
.
None
ever
into
these
low
Vaults
do
come
,
Who
can
escape
that
sad
and
dismal
doom
,
Of
being
turned
into
Dust
;
—
I
will
Thy
mouth
with
filthy
putrefaction
fill
.
The
holiest
man
I
e're
depriv'd
of
breath
,
I
turned
into
loathsom
stinking
Earth
.
And
dost
thou
think
thou
shalt
escape
this
fate
?
No
,
thou
must
share
of
all
my
Subjects
state
.
Prince
of
Light.
Is
't
fit
I
should
be
threatned
thus
by
thee
?
Shall
Death
prevail
and
triumph
over
me
?
Dost
know
,
grim
Tyrant
,
who
't
is
thou
treadst
down
?
I
am
thy
lawful
Prince
,
and
thou
shalt
own
My
Soveraignty
;
thou
must
,
O
Death
,
submit
,
And
yield
thy self
,
as
conquer'd
at
my
feet
.
On
me
thou
shalt
not
have
thy
proud
desire
;
No
sooner
shall
three
Days
and
Nights
expire
,
But
I
will
make
thy
bonds
and
chains
to
fly
,
And
thereby
spoil
thy
Principality
.
But
for
thy
insolence
this
thou
shalt
gain
,
To
be
thy self
,
o're-thrown
,
vanquisht
and
slain
.
The
tidings
which
I
bring
will
make
thee
quake
,
For
I
resolve
on
thee
Revenge
to
take
.
O
Death
,
I
'le
be
thy
Death
,
't
is
even
so
,
Thy
utter
ruin
,
and
great
overthrow
Is
near
at
hand
;
I
'le
rouse
up
from
the
Grave
,
And
make
the
stone
to
fly
that
's
on
the
Cave
.
Let
Hell
and
Devils
all
combine
to
do
What
's
in
their
pow'r
to
save
thee
from
this
blow
,
I
mind
it
not
;
I
'le
tear
and
rend
them
all
,
And
cause
them
with
great
vengeance
down
to
fall
.
Captivity
a
Captive
I
will
take
,
And
him
a
slave
and
Captive
ever
make
.
The
Devils
fearing
what
would
come
to
pass
,
Great
consternation
straight
amongst
them
was
.
Their
Chief
amaz'd
,
with
envious
horror
cryes
,
And
to
the
rest
with
hast
himself
applies
.
Lucifer
.
Dominions
,
Pow'rs
of
the
Infernal
Host
!
Awake
,
attempt
with
speed
,
or
all
is
lost
.
Death's
like
to
lose
our
great
and
hop'd
for
prey
,
Secure
him
fast
,
more
Chains
upon
him
lay
.
Harklare
there
not
strange
tremblings
under
ground
Mixt
with
a
cry
,
enough
for
to
confound
All
the
whole
Host
of
this
amased
Lake
,
Fear
seizes
me
,
I
quiver
,
oh
,
I
quake
.
What
shall
we
do
?
make
speed
,
let
him
not
rise
.
Help
,
Satan
!
help
,
canst
thou
no
way
devise
To
hold
him
under
ground
?
now
,
now
,
or
never
,
I●
he
awake
,
we
are
undone
for
ever
.
Should
be
the
cords
of
Death
to
pieces
burst
,
Our
〈…〉
will
far
exceed
the
first
.
〈…〉
all
the
hellish
Fiends
do
stand
Aga●●
〈…〉
each
holding
up
his
hand
;
Bew●●●ing
〈◊〉
sad
fates
,
their
hearts
grow
cold
,
With
thoughts
of
what
they
fear'd
they
should
behold
,
Which
was
the
Resurrection
from
the
Dead
Of
him
who
for
poor
Mortals
suffered
.
Belzebub
he
cryes
out
to
Abaddon
,
Ah!
what
a
day
is
this
!
all
will
be
gone
.
Satan
doth
gnash
his
teeth
,
perplext
in
mind
,
Because
they
could
no
more
Inventions
find
Their
Kingdom
to
support
,
cryes
out
,
alas
,
We
never
were
before
in
such
a
case
!
Apollyon
.
Ah!
what
a
dismal
day
,
Great
Lords
,
is
here
!
The
Grave
doth
o'pe
,
that
sight
doth
just
appear
Of
which
you
talk
,
of
which
you
stand
in
fear
.
Now
all
our
hopes
,
and
expectation
's
gone
.
Ah!
who
is
it
has
rould
away
the
stone
?
All
proves
in
vain
that
ever
we
have
done
.
We
must
our selves
in
Chains
of
darkness
lie
,
And
be
tormented
to
Eternitie
.
Now
from
the
Earth
fresh
Light
doth
gild
the
skies
Thick
darkness
vanishes
;
awake
,
arise
,
Ye
Mortals
,
and
with
joy
open
your
Eyes
;
Behold
the
morning
of
that
long'd
for
Day
;
The
Grave
doth
o'pe
,
whilst
Devils
fly
away
To
hide
themselves
,
but
cannot
find
a
place
,
For
Vengeance
hastens
after
them
apace
.
The
first
Day
of
the
week
is
now
come
in
,
The
Glorious
Prince
has
made
an
end
of
Sin.
See
how
he
rouses
up
from
the
dark
Grave
,
The
Soul
from
thence
,
from
Sin
and
Hell
to
save
.
Ah!
how
the
damned
Spirits
cry
and
houl
,
Their
fearful
fall
with
anguish
to
condole
.
Hell's
Principalities
are
spoiled
quite
,
And
all
infernal
Pow'rs
put
to
flight
.
See
what
an
open
show
is
made
of
them
,
And
how
great
JESVS
doth
their
Pride
contemn
.
See
how
he
doth
triumph
over
them
all
,
He
's
on
his
back
who
gave
the
Soul
its
fall
.
See
Death
's
by
Death
destroy'd
;
a
wond'rous
sight
,
Which
doth
the
hearts
of
Angels
much
delight
.
They
p●y
into
,
and
wonder
at
this
thing
,
Accomplisht
thus
by
our
victorious
King.
How
like
a
sneaking
,
conquer'd
,
spoiled
Foe
,
That
's
quite
o●recome
and
brought
to
utter
woe
,
Doth
Satan
look
.
Ah
,
see
the
fatal
Rout
,
And
how
the
●rince
doth
drag
these
Dogs
about
,
He
makes
a
show
of
them
;
Come
,
take
a
view
O'
th
conquer'd
,
bloody
,
baffled
Hellish
Crew
.
What
a
victorious
Conqueror
is
here
?
What
Victor
may
with
this
great
Prince
compare
?
All
Warriours
you
admir'd
heretofore
,
Let
them
not
be
so
much
as
thought
on
more
.
CHSIST
JESVS
he
is
risen
from
the
Dead
,
Sin
,
Wrath
,
Death
,
Hell
,
Devils
,
and
all
are
fled
.
This
glorious
Conquest
o're
th'
infernal
crew
,
Is
yet
more
plain
by
that
which
doth
insue
.
Some
passages
from
ancient
Records
show
The
truth
of
this
their
final
overthrow
.
Upon
this
rising
of
the
Prince
of
Light
,
The
Heathen
Oracles
were
silenc●d
quite
.
Although
their
Priests
and
Prophets
cry
and
call
,
Henceforth
they
'r
dumb
,
and
answer
not
at
all
.
Which
Accident
and
unexpected
change
Amaz'd
them
all
;
't
was
so
prodigious
strange
,
It
made
them
look
about
to
find
the
cause
Of
such
their
silence
and
surprising
pause
.
Surely
,
saith
Plutarch
,
they
are
either
dead
,
Or
else
Wise
men
are
risen
in
their
stead
,
Which
in
these
days
diviner
Secrets
know
,
That
Oracles
before
were
wont
to
show
.
Yet
he
knew
better
things
,
and
did
deny
.
That
Spirits
either
could
wax
old
,
or
die
.
Some
higher
Reason
therefore
must
find
out
E're
he
resolve
this
sense-confounding
doubt
.
Had
he
conver'sd
with
John
,
he
might
have
known
By
whom
,
and
how
those
Gods
were
overthrown
.
Christ
was
reveal'd
(
saith
he
)
unto
this
End
,
That
he
the
works
of
every
Hellish
Fiend
Might
bring
to
nought
,
destroy
and
ruine
quite
,
Confining
them
to
their
eternal
Night
.
That
this
is
truth
,
from
Authors
of
their
own
Might
be
made
good
,
and
evidently
shown
;
Sharp
Juvenal
*
to
speak
it
out
is
pleas'd
,
All
Oracles
at
Delphos
now
are
ceas'd
.
And
lofty
Lucan
long
since
did
complain
That
they
their
Deities
invok'd
in
vain
,
The
Gods
(
saith
he
,
†
)
by
whom
this
Empire
stood
Are
from
their
empty
Temples
now
remov'd
.
Their
Altars
too
they
have
abandon'd
quite
,
And
left
the
places
of
their
old
delight
.
But
with
one
instance
more
I
may
conclude
,
Though
I
indeed
might
urge
a
multitude
;
'T
is
that
which
Plutarch
doth
affirm
,
and
I
Esteem
above
what
e're
Antiquity
Hath
left
recorded
,
or
most
curious
Eyes
Can
view
in
best
approved
Histories
,
Relating
to
the
matter
we
have
stated
,
Which
follows
thus
,
as
't
is
by
him
related
.
About
the
period
of
Tiberius's
Raign
Who
at
Christ's
Death
was
Rome's
proud
Soveraign
Strange
hideous
Cries
,
shriekings
and
howlings
be
Heard
with
amazement
,
in
the
Grecian
Sea
,
Complaining
that
their
great
God
Pan
was
fled
,
From
whence
great
Con●●ernations
followed
.
No
sooner
did
the
louder
Trump
of
Fame
This
news
of
their
great
Pan
●s
Retreat
proclaim
,
But
it
was
brought
unto
the
Emperours
Ears
,
And
unto
him
a
certain
Truth
appears
.
Who
being
startled
at
the
strange
Relation
,
Falls
with
his
Wisemen
into
Consultation
;
Who
sought
by
Magick
to
resolve
the
doubt
:
Which
all
their
Art
and
Skill
could
not
find
out
.
Yet
Christians
in
those
days
could
quickly
spy
The
way
to
open
the
whole
Mysterie
.
Comparing
times
,
they
found
this
strange
Relation
Did
just
fall
out
upon
Christ's
Death
and
Passion
;
And
then
concluded
straightway
b●
the
●all
Of
their
great
Pan
,
which
signifieth
All
;
All
Spirits
by
Christ's
Death
were
so
afflicted
,
Their
utter
Ruin
thereby
was
p●●●icted
.
Yea
others
of
their
own
Recon●●
still
do
Confirm
the
truth
of
this
their
overthrow
.
How
one
of
them
constrain'd
sometime
before
By
God
himself
,
their
fall
did
thus
deplore
:
"
An
Hebrew
Child
that
shall
be
born
,
will
be
"
The
final
downfal
of
our
Dignity
.
"
All
our
usurpt
Dominions
by
that
Child
"
Shall
come
to
nought
,
and
utterly
be
spoil'd
.
"
He
strikes
us
dumb
,
and
nonplus's
our
Art
,
"
Henceforth
in
vain
no
further
Questions
start
,
"
But
sad
and
silent
from
our
Shrines
depart
.
Thus
God
doth
force
Devils
sometimes
to
speak
,
That
which
doth
much
against
their
Int'rest
make
.
But
stay
,
my
Muse
;
the
Cherubs
chant
again
,
O
listen
to
this
more
melodious
strain
.
The
glorious
Angels
do
sweet
Triumphs
sing
,
Upon
the
Conquests
of
our
Heav'nly
King
;
They
clap
their
wings
,
and
leap
for
joy
to
see
This
total
Rout
and
happy
Victorie
.
Shall
Heav'n
rejoyce
,
and
more
concerned
Earth
Not
sing
aloud
Jehovah's
praises
forth
?
O
happy
Day
,
blest
hour
,
the
best
of
all
Poor
Mortals
ever
saw
since
Adam's
fall
;
Christ
of
a
truth
is
risen
from
the
Grave
,
No
Pow'rs
of
Hell
could
keep
him
in
the
Cave
.
Yet
are
there
some
in
these
in
these
last
evil
days
Deny
that
he
from
Death
himself
did
raise
.
The
Jews
also
,
with
their
Forefathers
,
say
,
'T
was
a
Deceit
;
for
he
was
stoln
away
Whilst
drousy
Soldiers
fell
into
a
sleep
,
Who
the
Sepulchre
had
a
charge
to
keep
.
A
thing
themselves
,
no
doubt
,
could
not
believe
,
But
was
forg'd
by
the
Devil
,
to
deceive
And
blind
mens
Eyes
,
who
wanted
that
inspection
They
might
have
had
touching
his
Resurrection
.
'T
was
the
last
game
the
Devil
could
devise
,
To
hinder
Christ's
most
glorious
Enterprise
.
They
knew
that
if
his
Resurrection
were
Received
for
a
truth
,
no
hope
was
there
,
But
all
that
they
had
done
,
it
tumble
must
:
So
the
last
Evil
would
exceed
the
first
.
But
if
they
had
believ'd
it
,
certainly
The
Souldiers
had
with
great'st
severity
Been
punished
,
for
being
so
remiss
,
About
a
thing
so
weighty
as
was
this
.
Besides
,
were
they
asleep
,
how
could
they
tell
What
things
there
came
to
pass
,
or
what
befell
?
Or
,
if
awake
,
why
did
they
not
prevent
Those
men
who
came
with
such
a
strong
intent
?
And
can
one
think
,
if
the
Disciples
durst
Attempt
that
thing
,
they
should
have
stript
him
first
?
Would
they
not
take
the
body
in
the
cloaths
,
Lest
e're
they
'd
done
,
the
Sould'ers
should
have
rose
,
And
caught
them
doing
it
?
and
then
be
sure
Great
sufferings
for
it
they
must
endure
.
Nay
,
had
these
men
been
guilty
of
such
evils
,
They
'd
been
no
better
than
seducing
Devils
,
The
worst
of
Mortals
:
and
how
was
it
then
That
God
should
own
and
witness
to
such
men
,
By
aiding
them
?
Would
Heavens
Pow'r
have
gone
To
prove
a
Cheat
,
when
Miracles
were
done
?
Again
,
they
were
of
such
Integrity
,
As
none
could
brand
with
the
least
infamy
.
And
they
'i
th
face
of
Foes
,
without
least
dread
Declare
that
he
was
risen
from
the
Dead
;
That
they
convers'd
with
him
full
forty
days
,
Whilst
he
instructed
them
in
all
his
ways
,
Before
he
did
ascend
.
And
then
agen
,
In
Galilee
at
once
five
hundred
men
Saw
him
with
joy
,
and
in
their
witness
gave
,
That
he
indeed
was
risen
from
the
Grave
.
Here
stop
again
,
my
Pen
,
Time
calls
away
,
Upon
this
Theme
thou
must
no
longer
stay
;
Leave
them
to
perish
,
let
them
fall
and
die
,
That
this
blest
Resurrection
do
deny
.
Shall
God
,
his
Saints
,
and
Angels
,
witness
bear
Unto
this
thing
,
and
yet
shall
Mortals
dare
To
call
the
same
in
question
,
or
deny
What
is
confirm'd
by
such
Authority
?
No
,
firm
as
Earth
,
or
Heav'ns
more
stable
poles
,
Let
this
great
Truth
be
fixt
in
pious
Souls
.
Without
it
Faith
's
a
Fancy
,
and
the
best
Of
men
more
wretched
than
the
vilest
Beast
.
But
now
,
awake
my
Muse
,
no
longer
slumber
The
Day
doth
dawn
,
and
joys
which
none
can
number
Are
rushing
in
upon
the
Prince
of
Light
;
This
sorrow
's
gone
,
nought
now
but
Glory
bright
Shines
forth
in
him
;
now
is
he
rais'd
on
high
,
Far
out
o'
th
reach
of
all
malignity
.
Nor
men
nor
Devils
can
annoy
him
more
,
He
's
safely
landed
on
the
long'd-for
shore
.
Go
Turtles
,
go
,
whilst
thousand
Joys
betide
The
glorious
Bridegroom
and
his
purchas'd
Bride
.
That
Sun
is
risen
who
will
ne're
go
down
,
Who
will
his
Spouse
with
light
of
Glory
crown
.
But
where
's
the
Soul
!
O
where
,
alas
,
is
she
,
For
whom
he
dy'd
and
hung
upon
the
Tree
?
What
greeting
?
O
what
Joy
,
when
they
do
meet
,
There
will
abound
!
the
thoughts
thereof
are
sweet
.
He
that
was
Dead
is
come
to
Life
again
,
And
ever
shall
in
bliss
Eternal
raign
.
Thrice
happy
is
that
Soul
which
he
hath
chose
To
be
his
Love
,
his
Dove
,
his
Sharon's
Rose
.
But
where
is
she
,
and
what
is
her
Estate
?
For
nothing
of
her
we
have
heard
of
late
.
Doth
she
not
wait
?
doth
she
not
long
to
see
His
lovely
Face
,
and
to
embraced
be
In
his
dear
Arms
?
O
do'nt
she
greatly
crave
One
sight
of
him
,
one
visit
more
to
have
?
Doth
not
her
Soul
dissolve
then
into
tears
,
With
thoughts
of
him
who
freed
her
from
all
fears
?
Read
the
next
Part
,
and
you
will
quickly
find
The
Fruit
of
Sin
,
and
nature
of
the
mind
That
is
corrupt
,
and
fill'd
with
carnal
Love
,
How
nothing
can
those
vile
Affections
move
;
Oh
how
unkind
to
Christ
do
Sinners
prove
!
The
End
of
the
First
Book
.
Behind
this
Curtain
〈◊〉
suppose
to
be
such
Glory
▪
which
〈…〉
can
see
Besides
,
the
Day
being
〈…〉
too
,
If
wee
〈…〉
yet
more
〈◊〉
dare
not
〈◊〉
see
Death
and
Devils
,
sin
&
World
cast
down
Whilst
Heaven
doth
the
glorious
Victor
crow●
〈…〉
BOOK
II.
The
Glorious
Lover
.
A
Divine
POEM
.
CHAP.
I.
Shewing
how
Christ
renews
his
Suit
again
and
again
,
which
is
done
either
by
the
ministration
of
the
Gospel
or
by
his
various
Providences
,
and
yet
the
Soul
refuses
to
receive
him
.
THUS
have
you
heard
a
Sacred
Story
told
,
Fill'd
full
of
Wonders
,
Wonders
,
which
unfold
Such
depths
of
Wisdom
,
depths
of
Grace
and
Love
,
Which
none
can
comprehend
,
it
is
above
The
reach
of
men
;
no
knowledg
is
so
high
That
can
conceive
of
it
;
nay
,
Angels
pray
Into
this
thing
,
this
Myst'ry
is
so
deep
,
It
all
the
glorious
Seraphims
doth
keep
In
holy
admiration
,
they
'r
amaz'd
To
see
how
all
the
Attributes
are
rais'd
In
equal
Glory
,
and
do
sweetly
shine
In
their
own
proper
Sphere
,
alike
divine
.
Here
by
diviner
Art
you
all
may
find
What
was
in
our
great
God's
eternal
mind
,
Before
the
Earth's
foundation
long
was
laid
,
Or
e're
bright
Sol
his
glorious
beams
display'd
,
Respecting
Man
,
whom
he
foresaw
would
fall
,
And
bring
his
Soul
thereby
into
sad
thral
:
Here
may
you
with
much
ease
and
joy
espy
The
great
result
of
the
blest
Trinity
.
In
that
eternal
Council
held
above
,
About
the
Soul
,
the
object
of
Christ's
Love.
Here
also
,
here
's
a
proof
of
true
affection
,
And
how
to
love
from
hence
let
's
take
direction
.
Who
ever
had
or
shew'd
such
love
as
he
,
Who
for
his
Love
was
nailed
to
the
Tree
?
But
,
hark
!
some
do
enquire
,
they
,
long
to
hear
What
is
become
of
th'
Soul
he
loves
so
dear
?
Lo
,
from
the
Grave
he
's
come
,
he
looks
about
,
He
searches
every
place
to
find
her
out
.
What
is
the
fled
!
and
where
?
in
what
strange
Is●●
Of
〈◊〉
and
darkness
lurks
she
all
this
while
?
Good
Reader
,
urge
me
not
,
I
'le
let
thee
hear
That
which
may
melt
thy
Soul
into
a
tear
.
Excuse
my
Pen
for
what
its
lines
shall
speak
.
Such
Marble
hearts
as
cannot
melt
,
must
break
.
To
leave
off
here
,
I
'm
sure
it
is
not
fit
,
Nor
would
I
write
what
you
would
have
unwrit
.
But
since
it
doth
upon
the
Soul
reflect
,
It
matters
not
how
much
we
do
detect
The
folly
which
doth
in
the
Sinner
lie
,
When
Soveraign
Grace
exalted
is
thereby
.
My
Heart
and
Pen
seem
both
to
be
at
strife
,
To
paint
unkindness
forth
unto
the
life
.
Wilt
Thou
,
who
dost
the
Muses
aid
,
afford
Divine
assistance
,
that
each
pow'rful
word
May
rend
a
heart
at
least
,
and
every
line
Turn
Kingdoms
and
whole
Nations
into
brine
▪
Of
their
own
tears
?
teach
me
,
O
Lord
,
the
skil
T'
extract
the
spirit
of
grief
,
O
let
my
Quil
,
Like
Moses
Rod
,
make
Adamants
to
fly
,
That
tears
may
gush
like
Rivers
from
each
eye
.
How
can
it
once
be
thought
that
such
a
Friend
,
Who
loveth
thus
,
doth
thus
his
love
commend
,
And
in
such
sort
so
strangely
condescend
,
Should
when
all
's
done
by
her
contemned
be
,
Though
he
's
most
high
,
and
she
of
base
degree
?
The
grand
design
,
the
end
and
reason
why
This
Prince
from
Heaven
came
,
was
scourg'd
,
did
die
,
Was
to
redeem
the
Soul
,
and
so
endeavour
To
get
her
love
,
and
marry
her
for
ever
,
As
is
before
declar'd
.
But
will
you
hear
How
things
are
carry'd
,
how
they
manag'd
are
?
The
time
is
come
,
you
'l
find
,
by
what
ensues
That
this
great
Lord
his
Suit
a-fresh
renews
.
When
Sacred
Love
runs
thus
with
greatest
force
,
What
pity
is
't
ought
should
disturb
its
course
?
How
can
the
Soul
refuse
to
entertain
A
Lover
,
which
for
her
with
shame
was
slain
?
But
stop
again
,
my
Muse
,
thou
must
give
o're
,
The
Prince
is
come
,
lo
he
is
at
her
door
.
Jesus
Prince
of
Light.
Most
precious
Soul
!
I
now
am
come
again
,
Behold
't
is
I
,
who
for
thee
have
been
slain
.
How
is
't
with
thee
,
hast
thou
not
heard
the
news
,
What
for
thy
sake
I
suffer'd
by
the
Jews
?
That
through
a
Sea
of
blood
,
and
sorrows
great
,
I
now
am
come
with
bowels
to
intreat
Thee
to
embrace
the
offer
I
present
.
And
,
first
of
all
,
with
tears
do
thou
repent
That
ever
thou
hast
entertained
Sin
,
That
has
to
me
so
very
bitter
bin
.
Soul.
Repent
!
This
is
a
melancholly
strain
;
It
suits
with
such
whose
lives
are
fill'd
with
pain
,
And
guilty
are
of
some
notorious
crime
,
Whose
glass
is
near
run
out
,
whose
precious
time
Draws
to
an
end
;
't
is
good
for
such
indeed
To
look
about
them
,
and
repent
with
speed
:
But
thus
't
is
not
with
me
,
I
know
no
sorrow
I
'le
wave
that
work
,
I
'le
wave
it
till
to
morrow
;
To
morrow
,
I
mean
,
till
some
fitter
season
:
I
see
no
cause
,
alas
,
I
know
no
reason
To
hark
to
thoughts
that
may
disturb
my
peace
,
When
joys
abound
,
and
sweat
delights
increase
.
Repent
!
of
what
strange
kind
of
voice
shall
I
Amazed
stand
,
yet
can
no
danger
'
spy
.
JESVS
.
No
reason
why
!
Ah
Soul
,
art
still
so
blind
,
Wounded
from
head
to
foot
,
and
canst
thou
find
No
ground
of
grief
,
no
cause
to
lay
to
heart
Thy
horrid
guilt
,
nor
yet
the
bitter
smart
Which
I
indur'd
for
thee
,
to
prevent
Severer
Wrath
,
severer
punishment
,
And
dost
not
savour
this
sweet
word
,
Repent
?
'T
is
well
there
's
room
,
a
call
,
a
season
fit
;
There
's
thousand
Souls
who
are
denied
it
.
Dar'st
,
dar'st
adventure
still
to
live
in
Sin
?
What
,
crucifie
thy
dying
Lord
agin
!
Were
not
my
pangs
sufficient
?
must
I
bleed
Afresh
?
O
must
thy
sinful
pleasures
feed
Upon
my
torments
?
and
augment
the
story
Of
the
sad
passion
of
the
Lord
of
Glory
?
Is
there
no
pity
in
thee
?
what
,
no
remorse
Within
thy
breast
?
Seek
,
seek
a
firm
divorce
Betwixt
thy self
and
Sin
;
do
thy
endeavour
To
break
that
league
,
depart
,
depart
for
ever
.
Did
I
not
suffer
to
dissolve
the
knot
Between
thee
and
all
Lust
?
and
wilt
thou
not
Regard
me
now
,
but
entertain
my
Foe
?
What
,
cruel
unto
me
,
and
thy self
too
!
I
prethee
,
Soul
,
bethink
thy self
,
and
yield
,
And
let
thy
Lovers
for
my
sake
be
kill'd
;
Ah
,
let
them
die
,
who
if
they
live
,
will
be
Thy
death
at
last
,
who
have
bin
death
to
me
.
Soul.
Thos●
joys
are
sweet
,
which
do
delight
my
heart
;
Ah!
how
can
I
and
sinful
Objects
part
?
Must
gainful
Lusts
,
and
those
which
honour's
yield
,
At
once
be
put
to
th'
Sword
?
And
those
be
kill'd
Which
so
much
pleasure
unto
me
afford
?
How
can
it
be
?
alas
,
it
is
too
hard
:
The
thoughts
of
it's
a
perfect
death
to
me
;
Lord
,
say
no
more
,
I
cannot
yield
to
thee
.
Jesus
.
Ah!
Didst
thou
know
,
poor
Soul
,
what
't
is
to
sin
,
And
how
my
Soul
for
it
has
tortur'd
bin
,
Thou
wouldst
revenged
be
on
it
,
I
'm
sure
,
And
a
divorcement
speedily
procure
.
Or
,
didst
thou
know
what
grief
it
is
to
me
To
be
contemned
and
despis'd
by
thee
;
Such
churlish
Answers
wouldst
thou
not
return
To
him
,
whose
soul
fervent
love
do's
burn
To
thee
,
poor
wretch
,
and
only
for
thy
good
,
'T
is
that
I
seek
,
and
sought
with
tears
of
blood
.
Once
more
I
ask
thy
love
,
I
cannot
leave
thee
,
Until
my
everlasting
Arms
receive
thee
.
Soul.
If
I
may
have
those
pleasures
which
delight
me
,
Whose
amorous
glances
sweetly
do
invite
me
To
love
them
dear
,
who
stollen
have
my
heart
,
J
am
contented
thou
shouldst
have
some
part
Of
my
affection
:
Worldly
joy
is
sweet
,
And
I
resolve
to
take
some
part
of
it
.
Jesus
.
Ungrateful
Soul
!
did
I
not
wholly
give
My self
for
thee
?
and
shall
I
now
receive
A
piece
of
thine
,
nay
but
a
little
part
,
That
have
deserved
more
than
a
whole
heart
:
'T
is
all
the
heart
,
or
none
;
do'st
think
it
fit
Sin
and
the
Devil
should
have
part
of
it
?
Would
any
Lover
such
strange
love
receive
,
To
be
contented
that
his
Spouse
should
have
,
Some
other
Suiters
,
and
to
them
should
cleave
?
What
sayst
,
deceived
Soul
?
why
standst
thou
mute
?
Disclose
thy
inward
thoughts
,
and
grant
my
Suit.
O
speak
!
or
,
if
thy
doubtful
mind
be
bent
To
silence
,
let
that
silence
be
consent
.
If
thou
wilt
grant
me
that
whole
heart
of
thine
;
We
'l
exchange
hearts
,
I
'le
give
thee
all
of
mine
.
She
look'd
about
,
she
mus'd
,
she
paus'd
a
while
,
Whilst
he
on
her
cast
forth
an
Heav'nly
smile
,
Sweet
rays
of
Glory
glanced
from
his
Eye
,
Enough
to
ravish
all
the
standers-by
;
So
great
a
lustre
from
his
garments
shone
,
It
dazl'd
all
weak
eyes
to
look
upon
.
Like
as
the
Sun
his
glorious
beams
displays
,
Dispersing
every
way
his
sparkling
rays
,
When
in
his
strength
&
splendor
bright
doth
shine
,
So
glister'd
forth
his
Glory
all
Divine
.
Ne're
such
a
beauty
carnal
eyes
beheld
.
Ah!
one
sweet
sight
of
him
has
wholly
fill'd
The
greatest
Soul
that
liv'd
,
and
there
is
still
Enough
in
him
millions
of
Hearts
to
fill
.
And
none
but
Him
alone
can
satisfie
The
Soul
of
Man
,
the
Soul-enlightned
eye
.
But
stay
and
hear
the
Answer
which
is
given
By
the
deceived
Soul.
O
let
the
Heaven
And
Earth
astonish'd
stand
,
whilst
stubborn
she
Deny'd
his
Suit
,
will
not
persuaded
be
To
o'pe
her
door
,
who
longs
to
enter
in
,
To
fill
her
Soul
with
joy
,
destroy
her
sin
.
Soul.
Strange
't
is
to
me
such
beauty
should
be
there
!
What
,
so
amazing
glorious
,
none
so
fair
!
When
I
no
loveliness
in
him
can
see
The
World
,
and
outward
pleasures
,
seem
to
me
More
rare
and
spriteful
,
far
the
better
choice
;
Such
things
I
like
:
but
for
this
Lover's
voice
,
His
Face
and
Favour
I
ca'nt
so
esteem
,
Nor
can
I
leave
all
things
for
love
of
him
.
Therefore
be
gone
,
and
cease
thy
suit
;
for
I
Have
fixt
my
mind
elswhere
,
my
heart
and
eye
Is
set
on
that
which
outward
eyes
can
see
.
Lord
,
let
me
not
be
troubl'd
more
with
thee
.
O
stay
,
my
Muse
!
reach
me
an
Iron
Pen
,
T●
engrave
this
on
the
marble
hearts
of
men
.
Let
Sinners
look
within
,
then
let
them
read
Themselves
ungrateful
,
blind
,
and
dark
indeed
.
Would
not
each
Soul
conclude
this
Creature
were
Besides
her self
,
or
else
deserv'd
to
bear
The
great'st
contempt
,
and
pity'd
be
by
none
,
That
bids
such
a
dear
Lover
to
be
gone
?
How
oft
has
he
by
precious
motives
try'd
The
Soul
from
sin
and
evil
to
divide
,
And
make
her
too
obdurat
heart
relent
,
And
take
such
ways
as
Wisdom
do's
invent
?
His
Passions
,
Sighs
and
Tears
are
ready
still
,
As
the
officious
agents
of
his
Will
,
To
work
her
to
a
sence
of
her
estate
:
But
she
's
(
alas
)
so
dark
and
desperate
,
That
his
sweet
voice
,
of
so
divine
a
strain
,
So
moving
,
mov'd
her
,
but
seems
all
in
vain
.
He
sighs
for
her
,
he
knows
her
sad
distress
,
He
asks
her
love
,
but
still
without
success
.
Ah
Sinners
!
view
your
rocky
hearts
,
and
then
Smite
on
your
breasts
,
lament
,
and
read
agen
.
The
glorious
Lord
his
love
's
so
strange
,
so
great
,
He
knows
not
how
to
think
of
a
retreat
.
His
soul
is
griev'd
,
yet
takes
not
her
denial
,
But
makes
a
new
Essay
,
another
Trial.
Jesus
.
Did
,
did
I
love
thee
from
Eternity
?
And
my
celestial
Kingdom
leave
for
thee
?
Did
I
Man's
humane
nature
freely
take
?
Did
I
my
bed
in
a
poor
Manger
make
?
Did
I
engage
the
cruel'st
of
all
Foes
?
Did
I
from
men
and
Devils
meet
with
blows
?
Did
I
such
kind
of
tortures
undergoe
Which
men
nor
Angels
can't
conceive
or
know
?
Did
Wrath
pursue
,
and
Justice
fall
on
me
?
And
did
I
bear
it
all
for
love
to
thee
?
Ah!
did
I
sweat
great
drops
of
Sacred
Blood
,
Until
the
ground
was
sprinkled
where
I
stood
?
And
were
my
feet
and
hands
nail'd
to
the
Tree
,
Whilst
my
dear
Father
hid
his
Face
from
me
?
Have
I
with
joy
,
delight
,
and
chearful
heart
Indur'd
all
this
excessive
pain
and
smart
,
And
out
of
precious
love
to
thee
I
bore
?
And
must
I
still
be
kept
out
of
thy
door
?
Shall
,
shall
I
leave
thee
then
,
and
take
my
flight
Into
some
foreign
Land
,
and
let
the
Night
Of
dismal
darkness
be
thy
lot
for
ever
,
Where
direful
Wrath
all
graceless
souls
do
sever
From
all
sweet
shines
of
my
Eternal
Face
,
That
thou
mayst
there
bewail
with
shame
thy
case
?
When
shades
of
frightful
darkness
thee
do
cover
,
Thou
wilt
condole
the
loss
of
such
a
Lover
;
Must
I
be
gone
,
must
I
my
farewel
take
And
leave
thee
to
thy self
?
my
heart
doth
ake
To
think
upon
thy
state
,
when
I
do
leave
thee
;
Far
rather
would
I
have
these
Arms
receive
thee
.
What
,
slight
a
Saviour
thus
,
a
Friend
indeed
,
An
early
Friend
,
a
Friend
,
who
chose
to
bleed
For
thee
,
and
in
thy
stead
,
that
so
thereby
He
might
enjoy
thee
to
Eternitie
!
Farewel
,
false
Soul
,
I
bid
thee
now
adieu
;
Take
what
will
follow
,
dread
what
will
insue
.
Grief
,
sorrows
,
sickness
and
a
troubled
mind
,
Will
thee
pursue
,
until
thou
com'st
to
find
A
changed
heart
;
and
vengeance
do's
allot
Ruin
to
those
thou
lov'st
,
who
love
thee
not
.
I
'le
kill
them
all
who
have
insnar'd
thy
heart
,
Before
from
thee
for
ever
I
depart
.
Ah!
how
my
Soul
with
a
tempestuous
tide
Of
tears
is
overwhelm'd
,
whilst
I
'm
deny'd
My
Suit
by
thee
!
my
passions
overflow
To
see
thee
slight
me
,
and
my
passion
too
:
What
,
tread
me
underfoot
!
whilst
vanity
,
And
worldly
joys
,
are
Jewels
in
thine
eye
!
As
if
best
good
,
and
sweet'st
content
lay
hid
In
that
gay
fruit
,
which
is
alone
forbid
.
He
woo's
,
the
Soul
says
no
;
he
still
replies
;
He
sweetly
sues
,
she
wickedly
denies
.
He
woos
afresh
,
she
answers
with
disdain
,
I
cannot
love
,
but
he
intreats
again
.
At
last
he
leaves
her
,
and
his
Suit
adjourns
;
He
views
the
Soul
,
and
griev'd
,
away
returns
:
He
bids
farewel
,
and
yet
he
bids
it
so
,
As
if
he
knew
not
how
to
take
her
No.
He
bids
farewel
,
but
't
is
as
if
delay
Did
promise
better
farewels
,
than
his
stay
.
He
now
withdraws
,
but
't
is
with
a
design
His
absence
might
her
heart
the
more
incline
To
th'
love
and
liking
of
him
,
or
to
see
What
by
some
other
means
perform'd
may
be
.
As
Lovers
often
times
by
rules
of
Art
Devise
new
ways
to
gain
upon
the
heart
Of
such
they
love
,
to
bring
them
to
their
bow
;
Like
things
sometimes
doth
Jesus
also
do
.
T'
incline
the
Sinners
heart
,
he
hides
his
face
,
And
brings
them
into
a
distressed
case
.
He
lays
them
on
sick
beds
,
for
to
discover
The
worth
and
need
of
such
a
Sacred
Lover
.
Poor
Sinners
,
ponder
well
what
you
do
read
,
And
mind
those
thoughts
which
woo
you
to
take
heed
How
you
neglect
&
slights
the
day
of
Grace
,
Or
to
base
lust
and
vain
delights
give
place
.
Now
sickness
comes
,
&
Death
begins
to
fright
her
,
And
't
is
no
marvel
if
the
Lord
do
slight
her
.
Her
drousy
Conscience
also
now
awakes
;
Alas
,
she
startl'd
much
,
she
weeps
,
she
quakes
,
She
crys
out
for
a
Christ
,
but
non's
in
sight
,
And
all
her
other
Lovers
fail
her
quite
.
She
yields
,
she
loves
,
but
with
a
servile
heart
,
When
other
Lovers
slight
her
and
depart
.
She
loves
thee
not
,
Lord
Christ
,
for
what
thou
art
,
But
what
thou
hast
:
and
should
she
spared
be
,
She
'd
shew
her
love
to
Sin
,
more
than
to
thee
.
No
sooner
the
sad
Soul
her
state
laments
,
But
bowels
mov'd
in
Jesus
,
he
relents
.
In
her
afflictions
,
he
's
afflicted
too
,
And
can't
be
long
e're
he
'l
compassions
shew
.
He
sent
relief
,
he
eas'd
her
of
her
pain
,
And
rais'd
her
up
to
former
health
again
.
But
as
't
was
hinted
,
so
it
came
to
pass
,
The
wretched
Soul
proves
vile
as
ere
she
was
.
Affliction
will
not
bring
to
Jesus's
feet
,
Unless
great
Pow'r
do
go
along
with
it
.
The
Soul
's
like
Phar'oh
:
crys
when
smitten
sore
;
Then
,
then
for
Christ
,
and
O'twill
sin
no
more
!
But
when
rais'd
up
,
and
has
sweet
health
restor'd
,
It
cleavs
to
Sin
afrecsh
,
forgets
the
Lord.
But
the
affections
of
the
Prince
of
Peace
Abated
not
,
but
rather
did
increase
.
His
love
and
patience
both
alike
shine
forth
,
To
'
stonishment
of
all
who
live
on
Earth
.
And
that
he
might
obtain
the
Soul
at
last
,
His
Servants
call'd
and
sent
away
in
hast
To
recommend
his
love
,
and
in
his
stead
To
o'pe
those
precious
Glories
,
which
lie
hid
To
her
and
to
all
those
who
carnal
be
:
Alas
!
they
ca'nt
behold
,
they
cannot
see
Those
high
perfections
which
in
Jesus
are
,
Nor
can
they
think
his
beauty
is
so
rare
,
Exceeding
all
conception
,
all
compare
.
Dear
Reader
,
prethee
mark
what
here
insues
Mind
,
mind
the
Arguments
this
man
dos
use
To
move
the
Soul
to
tears
of
true
contrition
,
Fetch'd
from
Christ's
love
,
and
from
her
lost
condition
.
Theologue
.
By
Jesus
sent
!
by
such
a
Prince
as
he
!
Ah!
't
is
a
work
too
great
,
too
high
for
me
.
What
glory
,
Lord
,
hast
thou
conferr'd
on
those
Thou
do'st
imploy
,
thy
secrets
to
disclose
!
What!
be
a
Spokesman
for
a
Prince
so
great
,
To
represent
his
Love
,
and
to
entreat
Poor
Sinners
in
his
stead
,
to
entertain
His
Sacred
Person
!
Lord
,
I
'le
try
again
(
Since
thou
command'st
me
forth
)
what
may
be
done
;
Thou
bidst
me
go
,
my
duty
is
to
run
.
Did
Abraham's
Servant
readily
comply
With
his
Command
with
great'st
fidelity
?
And
shall
I
be
unfaithful
unto
thee
?
No
,
Lord
,
I
will
not
;
do
but
strengthen
me
,
Prosper
my
way
,
and
let
me
have
success
,
That
I
with
him
thy
Sacred
Name
may
bless
;
And
how
shall
I
,
poor
nothing
I
,
rejoice
To
see
the
Soul
,
thy
Spouse
,
thy
Father's
choice
.
What
next
thy
love
's
so
sweet
,
Lord
,
unto
me
,
Than
to
bring
in
poor
Sinners
unto
thee
?
CHAP.
II.
Shewing
the
evil
of
Sin
,
and
how
compar'd
.
HAIL
,
precious
Soul
!
once
glorious
,
noble
born
,
But
now
debas'd
,
defil'd
,
in
garments
torn
;
Nay
,
naked
quite
,
yet
mindst
it
not
at
all
;
Thy
wounds
do
stink
,
and
Vipers
in
them
crawl
.
So
many
sins
of
which
thou
guilty
art
,
So
many
Serpents
cleave
unto
thy
heart
.
What●s
Sin
?
is
't
not
a
frightful
Cockatrice
?
No
Serpent
like
the
Serpent
called
Vice.
And
dost
thou
love
to
play
with
such
a
thing
?
Ah
fool
!
take
heed
,
view
,
view
its
poisonous
sting
,
Brute
Beast
by
Natur
's
instinct
are
aware
Of
the
gilt
bait
and
sence-beguiling
snare
,
Though
it
seems
ne'r
so
sweet
,
or
ne'r
so
fair
.
And
art
thou
such
a
fool
to
hug
a
Snake
,
And
in
thy
breast
such
great
provision
make
,
That
it
may
harbour
there
both
day
and
night
?
Ah!
Couldst
thou
see
,
or
hadst
a
little
sight
,
'T
would
soon
appear
a
very
loath'd
delight
.
No
evil
like
the
evil
called
Sin
,
Which
thou
dost
love
,
which
thou
tak'st
pleasure
in
.
For
what
is
Sin
,
is
't
not
a
deadly
evil
,
The
filthy
spawn
and
off-spring
of
the
Devil
?
And
is
thy
mind
on
folly
wholly
bent
?
What
,
love
the
Devils
odious
excrement
!
Shall
that
which
is
the
superstuity
Of
naughtiness
,
be
lovely
in
thine
Eye
?
What
,
dost
thou
value
Christ
,
and
all
he
hath
Not
worth
vain
joys
and
pleasures
on
the
Earth
?
Has
he
so
much
esteemed
thee
?
and
must
Thou
value
him
less
than
a
cursed
Lust
?
Dost
thou
more
good
in
that
soul
Brat
espy
,
Than
is
in
all
the
glorious
Trinitie
?
That
which
men
judge
is
best
,
they
strive
to
chuse
,
Things
of
the
smallest
value
they
refuse
.
O
wretched
Soul
!
what
thoughts
dost
thou
retain
Of
thy
dear
Lord
and
blessed
Soveraign
?
Come
,
view
thy
choice
,
see
how
deprav'd
thou
art
In
judgment
,
will
,
affection
,
thy
whole
heart
Is
so
corrupt
,
defiled
,
and
impure
,
Thou
canst
not
Christ
,
nor
Godliness
indure
.
Again
,
what
's
Sin
?
is
't
not
a
trait'rous
Foe
,
A
Traytor
unto
God
,
and
Rebel
too
?
It
first
of
all
against
him
took
up
Arms
,
And
made
his
Angels
fall
by
its
false
charms
.
Nought
is
so
contrary
to
God
as
that
,
Nor
more
the
perfect
object
of
his
hate
.
The
Devil
was
God's
Creature
,
good
at
first
;
'T
was
sin
that
made
him
hateful
and
accurst
.
Sin
ne'r
was
good
,
its
essence
is
impure
;
Evil
at
first
,
so
now
,
so
will
indure
.
And
darest
thou
,
O
Soul
,
conceal
this
Foe
?
Nay
,
hide
him
in
thy
house
,
and
also
show
Such
deared
love
to
him
,
as
to
delight
In
his
base
company
both
day
and
night
?
Nay
,
sport
and
play
,
and
merry
be
with
him
,
What
Gods
dos
hate
and
loath
,
dost
thou
esteem
?
Dost
not
,
O
Soul
,
deserve
for
this
to
die
?
What
greater
crime
,
what
greater
enmity
Canst
thou
be
guilty
of
,
or
canst
thou
show
,
Than
thus
to
harbour
God's
most
traitrous
Foe
?
The
chiefest
room
he
can
always
command
,
Whilst
my
dear
Master
at
thy
door
must
stand
,
And
can't
one
look
,
nor
one
sweet
smile
obtain
,
Who
is
thy
Saviour
,
and
thy
Soveraign
.
What
's
Sin
?
a
thing
that
's
worser
than
the
Devil
.
Sin
made
him
so
,
sin
is
a
thing
so
evil
,
'T
is
worse
than
Hell
,
it
dug
that
horrid
pit
,
'T
is
sin
that
casts
all
Sinners
into
it
.
No
lake
of
Fire
,
no
Tophet
had
there
bin
For
souls
of
Men
nor
Devils
,
but
through
sin
:
'T
is
that
which
lays
them
there
heap
upon
heap
,
Sin
was
the
cause
't
was
made
so
large
and
deep
.
Sin
is
the
fuel
that
augments
Hell-fire
;
Wer
't
not
for
sin
,
Hell-flames
would
soon
expire
.
And
wilt
thou
dandle
sin
still
on
thy
knee
?
Wilt
make
a
mock
of
it
?
wilt
jolly
be
?
Wilt
sin
and
say
,
alas
!
I
am
in
sport
?
Ah!
see
thy
folly
,
ere
thou
pay'st
dear
for
't
.
Is
sin
God's
foe
?
and
is
it
so
to
thee
?
Then
part
with
sin
,
break
that
affinitie
:
Dissolve
the
knot
with
speed
,
do
thy
endeavour
;
Which
will
destroy
thee
otherwise
for
ever
.
Nay
,
what
is
Sin
?
it
is
a
Leprosy
:
When
Scripture
so
compares
it
,
may
not
I
Call
it
a
sickness
,
or
a
loathsom
sore
,
That
quite
covers
the
Soul
,
and
spreads
all
o're
,
Like
to
an
Ulcer
,
or
infectious
Biles
,
That
do
corrupt
,
that
poisons
and
defiles
The
Soul
afflicted
,
and
all
others
too
That
dwell
with
him
,
or
have
with
him
to
do
?
Oh
how
do
men
fly
from
the
Pestilence
?
And
wilt
not
thou
learn
wisdom
Soul
,
from
thence
?
Sin
is
a
plague
that
kills
eternally
All
souls
of
men
,
unless
they
swiftly
fly
To
Jesus
Christ
,
no
Med'cine
will
do
good
,
Nor
heal
this
plague
,
but
this
Physicians
Blood.
What
blindness
is
there
then
in
thy
base
heart
?
'T
is
not
the
plague
,
th'
Physician
must
depart
:
Thou
shutst
the
door
,
wilt
not
let
him
come
in
Whose
purpose
is
to
heal
the
plague
of
sin
.
Nay
,
what
is
sin
?
't
is
poison
in
a
Cup
,
That
's
gilt
without
,
and
men
do
drink
it
up
Most
earnestly
,
with
joy
,
and
much
delight
,
Being
pleasant
to
the
carnal
appetite
.
Sin
's
s●cet
to
him
whose
soul
is
out
of
taste
,
But
long
,
alas
,
its
sweetness
will
not
last
.
Sin
's
sweet
to
th'
flesh
that
dos
it
dearly
love
,
But
to
the
Spirit
it
dos
poison
prove
.
Hast
,
hast
thou
suck'd
this
deadly
poison
in
,
And
dost
not
see
thy
vital
parts
begin
To
swell
?
art
poison'd
,
Soul
,
look
,
look
about
To
get
an
Antidote
to
work
it
out
,
Before
it
is
too
late
.
The
poison
's
strong
,
Don't
stay
a
day
,
twelve
hours
is
too
long
.
One
dram
of
Grace
mixt
with
repenting
tears
,
The
grace
of
perfect
love
,
that
casts
out
fears
,
Mixt
with
that
Faith
,
which
kills
all
unbelief
,
Took
down
with
speed
,
will
ease
thee
of
thy
grief
,
Will
purge
thy
soul
,
and
work
by
vomit
well
,
And
all
vile
dregs
of
venom
't
wil
expel
.
Unless
thou
vomit
up
each
dreg
,
be
sure
No
hope
of
life
;
one
sin
will
Death
procure
Unto
thy
soul
.
Repentance
is
not
right
,
Till
sin
,
nay
,
every
sin
's
forsaken
quite
.
Not
only
left
,
but
,
as
a
poisonous
Cup
,
They
greatly
loath
what
e're
they
vomit
up
.
No
evil
like
the
evil
called
Sin
,
Which
thou
dost
love
,
which
thou
tak'st
pleasure
in
.
Again
,
what
's
sin
?
it
is
an
horrid
Thief
,
Or
a
Deceiver
;
nay
,
it
is
the
chief
Or
grandest
Cheater
too
that
e're
was
known
,
He
has
rob'd
thousands
;
nay
,
there
is
but
one
That
lives
,
or
e're
has
liv'd
,
but
rob'd
have
bin
By
this
great
Thief
,
by
this
Deceiver
,
SIN
.
No
petty
Padder
,
his
ambitious
Eye
Doth
search
about
,
he
subtilly
does
spy
Into
the
place
where
all
the
Jewels
lie
.
The
first
he
seizes
is
the
Jewel
Time.
He
〈◊〉
robs
each
Soul
of
all
their
prime
And
chiefest
days
,
which
mercy
doth
afford
,
Which
should
be
dedicated
to
the
Lord.
And
more
then
this
,
not
one
good
thing
they
have
,
But
them
of
it
does
this
curst
Thief
deceive
.
Sweet
Gospel
Grace
,
nay
and
the
Gospel
too
,
And
all
that
glory
which
they
also
do
Confer
on
us
,
Souls
are
deceiv'd
hereby
,
And
yet
they
know
it
not
,
they
don't
espy
The
way
it
works
,
it
's
done
so
secretly
.
Sin
robs
the
soul
of
its
sweet
Jewel
Peace
,
And
in
its
room
do's
grief
and
anguish
place
.
Who
ever
doth
this
grievous
loss
sustain
,
Can't
have
it
made
up
unto
him
again
By
Treasures
of
all
Kingdoms
here
on
Earth
,
No
valuing
it
,
no
knowing
of
its
worth
.
Another
thing
this
Thief
has
in
his
Eye
,
And
lays
his
Fingers
on
,
then
by
and
by
Doth
bear
away
,
it
is
the
Jewel
,
Soul
,
A
loss
which
mortals
ever
shall
condole
.
For
had
a
man
ten
thousand
worlds
to
lose
:
The
loss
of
them
far
better
had
he
chose
,
Than
lose
his
soul
,
why
would
you
think
it
strange
?
What
shall
a
man
for
's
soul
give
in
exchange
?
There
's
one
rich
Jewel
more
,
and
't
is
the
chief
That
is
aim'd
at
by
Satan
and
this
Thief
,
Ah!
't
is
a
thing
more
worth
than
all
the
rest
:
How
,
how
can
then
the
value
be
exprest
?
It
is
a
precious
Stone
that
shines
so
bright
,
It
doth
the
heart
of
the
great
God
delight
.
He
loves
it
dear
,
't
is
that
his
eye
's
upon
,
And
nought
he
prizes
like
this
precious
Stone
.
This
Stone
,
poor
Soul
,
he
offers
unto
thee
,
What
sayst
thou
to
't
,
canst
thou
no
beauty
see
,
No
worth
in
that
which
God
accounts
so
rare
?
Strange
'
t
is
!
shall
I
the
cause
of
it
declare
?
Sin
blinds
thine
eyes
,
and
dos
beguile
thee
so
,
Thou
for
a
Pepple
lets
this
Jewel
go
.
This
stone
(
know
thou
)
is
the
Pearl
of
great
price
,
Let
not
this
base
Deceiver
thee
entice
To
slight
dear
JESVS
:
wilt
be
such
a
fool
,
To
lose
thy
time
,
thy
Christ
,
peace
,
and
thy
soul
?
Be
thou
more
wise
,
and
more
considerate
,
Thou
dost
,
alas
,
thy
pleasures
over-rate
.
Let
's
go
to
th'
ballance
,
prethee
,
Soul
,
let
's
weigh
The
Pearl
of
price
;
make
hast
,
and
quickly
lay
Into
the
scales
,
the
flesh
,
and
loads
of
pleasure
;
For
honour
,
all
the
acts
of
mighty
Cesar
,
And
cast
whole
mines
in
too
,
whole
mines
of
treasure
!
Add
world
to
world
,
then
heap
a
thousand
more
,
And
throw
them
in
,
if
thou
canst
find
such
store
;
And
see
which
ballance
of
them
is
too
light
;
Lo
it
is
done
,
and
thine
's
such
under-weight
,
It
seems
as
if
thy
scale
was
empty
quite
.
Let
's
take
the
Pearl
out
,
and
then
le
ts
put
in
An
airy
bubble
;
now
let
's
weigh
agin
.
See
,
see
,
fond
Soul
,
thy
scale
aloft
dos
fly
,
There
's
nothing
in
't
,
't
is
less
than
vanity
.
What
folly
was
't
to
make
the
first
compare
?
What
weigh
the
world
with
Christ
!
no
need
is
there
To
run
that
parallel
,
thou
now
mayst
find
Thy self
deceiv'd
,
thou
labour'st
for
the
wind
.
For
sin
's
compos'd
of
nought
save
subtil
wiles
,
It
fawn's
and
flatters
,
and
betrays
by
smiles
.
It
's
like
a
Panther
,
or
a
Crocodil
,
It
seems
to
love
,
and
promises
no
ill
;
It
hides
its
sting
,
seems
harmless
,
as
the
Dove
,
It
hugs
the
Soul
,
it
hates
,
when
vow
's
tru'st
love
.
It
plays
the
Tyrant
most
by
gilded
pills
,
It
secretly
insnares
the
Soul
it
kills
.
Sin
's
promises
they
all
deceitful
be
,
Does
promise
wealth
,
but
pay
us
poverty
:
Does
promise
honour
,
but
dos
pay
us
shame
;
And
quite
bereaves
a
man
of
his
good
name
.
Does
promise
pleasure
,
but
does
pay
us
sorrow
;
Does
promise
Life
to
day
,
pays
Death
to
morrow
.
No
evil
like
to
th'
evil
called
Sin
,
Which
thou
dost
love
,
which
thou
tak'st
pleasure
in
.
Again
,
what
's
Sin
?
a
second
Dalilah
,
Which
in
the
bosom
lies
,
does
tempt
and
draw
The
Soul
to
yield
unto
its
cursed
ways
,
And
resteth
not
until
it
quite
betrays
It's
Life
into
the
proud
Philistines
hands
,
Who
take
and
bind
it
with
base
churlish
bands
,
Nay
,
and
most
cruelly
puts
out
its
eyes
,
Makes
it
grind
in
their
Mill.
Devils
devise
All
this
,
and
more
then
this
,
when
they
do
get
The
poor
deluded
Soul
into
their
net
.
Lastly
,
what
's
Sin
?
read
thou
the
former
Part
Of
this
small
Book
,
O
view
the
bitter
smart
Thy
Saviour
bore
,
it
pierc'd
his
very
heart
.
Think
thou
upon
his
bloudy
Agony
,
'T
is
that
opes
best
its
hellish
mysterie
,
And
shews
the
venom
which
in
it
dos
lie
.
No
evil
like
the
evil
called
Sin
,
Which
thou
dost
love
,
and
tak'st
such
pleasure
in
.
Had
evil
man's
fool-hardiness
extended
No
further
than
himself
,
and
there
had
ended
,
'T
were
not
so
much
,
but
O!
I
do
espy
Another
is
much
injured
thereby
,
Ten
thousand
times
more
excellent
in
worth
:
For
the
great
God
,
who
form'd
the
Heav'n
&
Earth
,
Doth
look
upon
himself
as
wrong'd
thereby
,
For
he
that
sins
,
doth
little
less
than
fly
I'
th
very
face
of
his
blest
Majesty
.
And
when
the
Son
of
Glory
hither
came
,
O
how
was
he
exposed
unto
shame
!
It
brought
his
Sacred
Person
in
disgrace
,
When
Sinners
vile
spat
in
his
Heavn'ly
face
.
They
taunt
him
with
base
terms
;
and
being
bound
They
scourged
him
;
he
bled
:
but
the
worst
wound
Was
in
his
Soul
,
occasioned
by
Sin
;
And
thou
thereby
woundst
him
most
sore
agin
.
O
wilt
thou
paddle
in
the
pure
stream
Of
precious
Bloud
!
contemn
it
!
O
extream
And
hideous
Monster
!
dost
thou
hug
the
Knife
Which
wounded
him
,
yea
took
away
his
Life
,
And
will
let
out
thy
blood
,
though
now
it
be
Delighted
in
,
and
loved
much
by
thee
?
Of
Wonders
strange
,
and
Prodigies
that
are
Amazing
unto
all
who
of
them
bear
,
None
can
come
nigh
,
or
be
compar'd
to
this
,
A
Prodigie
of
Prodigies
it
is
.
Of
Love
and
Lover
,
ne'r
the
like
was
known
,
Nor
was
the
like
Ingratitude
e're
shown
.
The
one
doth
love
beyond
all
admiration
,
And
suffer'd
things
beyond
humane
relation
.
And
he
a
King
,
but
she
a
filthy
brute
,
A
beggar
vile
,
and
yet
denies
his
Suit
!
Question
.
From
whence
is
it
?
O
why
will
she
not
close
With
this
great
Lord
?
how
can
she
still
oppose
His
oft-repeated
proffers
?
how
,
not
yet
!
Yield
unto
him
?
pray
what
's
the
cause
of
it
?
Answer
.
'T
is
not
in
her
own
power
to
dispose
Her self
in
marriage
:
also
here
are
those
Who
dwell
with
her
,
and
her
Relations
be
,
Who
spoil
the
match
,
or
the
affinitie
,
Which
otherwise
in
all
appearance
might
Be
throughly
made
with
Jesus
Prince
of
Light.
Two
proud
Relations
loftily
stand
off
,
Who
urge
her
to
reject
him
with
a
scoff
.
The
one
is
Will
,
a
very
churlish
piece
,
Who
all
along
for
Sin
and
Satan
is
.
The
other's
Judgment
,
once
most
grave
and
wise
,
But
now
with
Will
both
cursed
Enemies
;
To
God
and
Christ
true
Piety
oppose
,
And
lead
the
Soul
with
evil
ways
to
close
.
'T
is
they
who
must
dispose
of
her
,
if
she
E're
yield
to
Christ
his
dearest
Spouse
to
be
.
But
Sin
has
so
by
craft
corrupted
them
,
And
drawn
them
to
its
party
,
they
contemn
This
glorious
Lover
,
and
will
not
consent
The
Soul
should
yield
to
him
,
or
should
repent
,
And
so
break
off
with
other
Lovers
,
who
She
yet
doth
love
,
and
loth
is
to
for-go
.
Besides
them
,
in
her
house
doth
also
dwell
An
Enemy
call'd
Old-man
,
known
full
well
To
be
a
grand
and
horrid
Instrument
,
To
keep
the
Soul
from
granting
her
consent
.
O!
he
's
the
cause
of
all
the
inward
strife
,
And
hates
the
thoughts
she
should
become
his
Wife
.
And
will
prevent
it
,
if
he
can
find
out
Meet
ways
and
means
to
bring
the
same
about
.
Nay
such
a
Foe
this
Old-man
is
indeed
,
That
till
he
's
slain
by
th'
Spirit
,
or
does
bleed
,
Or
weakned
in
his
power
,
ne'r
will
she
With
the
Lord
Christ
firmly
united
be
.
Slight
wounds
wo'nt
do
,
he
must
be
slain
out-right
,
Such
is
his
rage
,
his
subtilty
and
spite
Against
this
happy
match
;
till
he
's
near
dead
,
It
cannot
be
in
truth
accomplished
.
Therefore
expect
to
hear
of
his
black
doom
,
Before
the
sweet
espousal
Day
doth
come
.
There
's
also
yet
another
Inmate
,
I
Perceive
dwells
in
her
house
(
which
by
and
by
You
'l
hear
much
of
)
who
all
her
secrets
knows
,
And
can
her
very
inward
thoughts
disclose
,
His
name
is
Conscience
,
whose
Power
's
so
great
,
That
in
her
house
he
hath
a
Regal
Seat.
These
three
Allies
by
Old-man
so
corrupted
,
Have
all
along
the
business
interrupted
,
They
naturally
are
opposite
to
Grace
,
And
are
far
more
inclined
to
give
place
To
sensual
Objects
,
and
the
Prince
o'
th
Night
,
And
so
betray
the
Soul
,
for
want
of
light
,
Into
their
hands
,
of
whom
you
heard
before
,
Who
secretly
design
for
ever-more
To
take
away
her
life
,
and
quite
undo
her
,
Whilst
flatteringly
they
promise
peace
unto
her
;
The
Soul
's
deprav'd
and
captivated
so
,
It
chuses
Evil
,
and
lets
Jesus
go
,
The
chiefest
good
,
and
takes
the
chiefest
evil
,
Being
by
nature
acted
by
the
Devil
.
This
well
consider'd
,
may
the
cause
discover
Why
she
denies
to
entertain
this
Lover
.
The
Soul
is
dead
,
and
cannot
see
,
nor
hear
,
'T
is
sensless
as
a
stone
;
a
stone
can
bear
The
greatest
weight
,
and
neither
break
,
nor
melt
:
Souls
dead
to
God
,
ne'r
love-sick
passions
felt
Unto
this
day
;
nor
can
they
love
,
until
They
are
convinc'd
of
sin
and
all
the
ill
They
have
committed
'
gainst
his
holy
Will.
Being
sensible
hereof
,
then
with
strong
cryes
They
fly
to
God
for
salve
to
o'pe
their
Eys
;
The
Eys
affect
the
Heart
,
when
thou
canst
see
Christ
will
be
dear
,
and
not
till
then
to
thee
.
The
Conscience
first
is
always
wrought
upon
,
Which
never
is
effectually
done
,
But
by
the
Spirits
Pow'r
and
operation
,
Which
sets
it
equally
against
transgression
.
But
lest
I
should
be
tedious
,
I
'le
forbear
,
Craving
attention
to
what
follows
here
.
CHAP.
III.
Shewing
Christ's
Heavenly
and
admirable
Beauty
,
Riches
,
Bounty
,
Power
,
and
Wisdom
.
Theologue
.
WILT
thou
be
cruel
to
so
dear
a
Friend
?
Upon
thy self
't
will
fall
,
poor
Soul
,
i
th'
end
.
Did
not
Rebeck●
yiel'd
,
and
chuse
to
go
With
Abram's
servant
?
and
wilt
thou
say
no
?
What
was
an
Isaac
unto
him
,
whom
I
Desire
thee
to
fix
thy
tender
Eye
Upon
?
was
Isaac
fair
and
wealthy
too
?
Or
was
he
great
?
Ah
Soul
!
will
such
things
do
?
If
beauty
,
wealth
,
or
honour
thou
dost
prize
,
I
do
present
one
now
before
thine
Eys
,
That
is
the
Object
,
this
alone
is
he
;
None
,
none
like
him
did
ever
mortals
see
.
He
is
all
fair
,
in
him
's
not
one
ill
feature
,
Ten
thousand
times
more
fair
than
any
Creature
That
lives
,
or
ever
lived
on
the
Earth
,
His
Beauty
so
amazingly
shines
forth
;
Angelick
Nature
is
enamor'd
so
,
They
love
him
dearly
,
and
admire
him
too
.
His
Head
is
like
unto
the
purest
Gold
,
His
curled
Tresses
lovely
to
behold
,
And
such
a
brightness
sparkles
from
his
Eys
,
As
when
Aurora
gilds
the
Morning
skies
.
And
though
so
bright
,
yet
lovely
like
the
Doves
,
Charming
all
hearts
,
where
r●●is
diviner
Loves
,
Look
on
his
beauteous
Cheeks
,
and
thou
'lt
espy
The
Rose
of
Sharon
deckt
in
Royaltie
.
His
smiling
Lips
,
his
speech
,
and
words
so
sweet
,
That
all
delights
and
joy
in
them
do
meet
;
Which
tends
at
once
to
ravish
ear
and
sight
,
And
to
a
kiss
all
heavenly
Souls
invite
.
The
Image
of
his
Father
's
in
his
face
;
His
inward
parts
excel
,
he
's
full
of
grace
.
If
Heaven
and
Earth
can
make
a
rare
Complexion
,
Without
a
spot
,
or
the
least
imperfection
,
Here
,
here
it
is
,
it
in
this
Prince
doth
shine
,
He
's
altogether
lovely
,
all
Divine
.
1.
His
Beauty
is
so
much
desirable
,
No
Souls
that
see
it
any
ways
are
able
For
to
withstand
the
influ'nce
of
the
same
;
They
'r
so
enamour'd
with
it
,
they
proclaim
There
's
none
like
him
in
Earth
,
nor
Heav'n
above
;
It
draws
their
hearts
,
and
makes
them
fall
in
love
Immediately
,
so
that
they
cannot
stay
From
following
him
one
minute
of
a
day
.
The
Flock
is
left
,
the
Herd
,
and
fishing
Net
,
As
soon
as
e're
the
Soul
its
Eye
doth
set
Upon
his
face
,
or
of
it
takes
a
view
,
They
'l
cleave
to
him
,
whatever
doth
insue
.
2.
Christ
is
the
Spring
,
or
the
Original
Of
earthly
beauty
,
and
Celestial
.
That
Beauty
which
in
glorious
Angels
shine
,
Or
is
in
Creatures
natural
,
or
Divine
,
It
flows
from
him
:
O
it
is
he
doth
grace
The
mind
with
glorious
Beauty
,
as
the
face
.
3.
Christ's
Beauty
's
chast
,
most
pure
,
and
without
snares
,
Not
like
to
other's
,
which
oft
unawares
,
Like
Josephs
,
most
treacherously
betrays
Poor
wanton
Souls
,
and
leads
them
to
the
pit
,
Before
they
are
aware
,
or
think
of
it
!
Here
may'st
thou
look
,
and
love
,
and
take
thy
〈◊〉
(
Yea
every
one
who
hath
a
heart
,
a
will
)
Whose
sweetness
ne'r
will
glut
,
furfeit
,
or
〈◊〉
4.
His
Beauty
's
real
,
't
is
no
glistering
〈◊〉
That
suits
vain
Sinners
,
this
affects
the
Saint
.
The
painted
face
pleases
the
carnal
●y●
,
But
none
but
Saints
through
faith
can
this
espy
That
's
a
vain
show
,
but
this
a
precious
thing
,
In
sight
of
which
Celestial
joy
doth
spring
5.
This
Beauty
fills
,
and
fully
satisfies
.
The
hearts
of
all
who
have
enlightned
Eyes
He
that
sees
Christ
,
doth
say
,
Lord
,
now
I
have
What
e're
I
long●d
to
see
,
no
more
I
crave
,
I
have
enough
,
my
heart
and
I
are
fill'd
,
Which
was
not
so
before
,
whilst
I
behold
Things
with
a
sensual
heart
and
outward
eye
.
There
's
nothing
here
,
save
Christ
,
can
satisfie
That
precious
Soul
,
which
lieth
in
thy
breast
;
Reject
him
,
and
ne'r
look
for
peace
nor
rest
.
6.
Christ's
Beauty●s
hidden
,
't
is
so
〈◊〉
;
No
glimmerings
of
it
can
appear
at
all
To
carnal
Souls
.
This
is
the
cause
why
he
Is
thus
deny'd
and
slighted
still
by
thee
7.
There
's
one
thing
more
which
I'l●
to
thee
impart
,
Touching
Christ's
Beauty
,
by
diviner
.
〈◊〉
,
He
doth
transmit
his
beauty
unto
those
Who
are
deform'd
,
as
soon
as
e're
they
close
With
him
in
truth
,
in
a
contract
of
love
,
He
all
their
homely
features
doth
remove
.
Oh!
he
can
make
those
lovely
,
very
fair
,
Who
ne'r
so
filthy
,
ne'r
so
ugly
are
.
8.
This
Beauty
fadeth
not
,
't
will
not
decay
.
'T
will
be
as
rare
to
morrow
as
to
day
.
Not
like
to
that
,
which
as
a
fading
flower
,
Ev'n
now
shines
bright
,
but
wither'd
in
an
hour
.
Riches
of
Christ
.
Or
,
is
thy
heart
on
Riches
set
?
know
then
,
Christ
is
more
rich
than
all
the
sons
of
Men.
The
Father
hath
to
him
all
fulness
given
In
Earth
beneath
,
and
all
that
is
in
Heaven
.
All
Kingdoms
of
the
world
they
are
his
own
,
Whether
inhabited
,
or
yet
unknown
.
He
's
heir
of
all
things
,
and
the
time
is
near
When
he
will
make
his
Right
most
plain
appear
.
All
Potentates
his
Tenants
are
at
will
;
And
such
who
wast
his
goods
,
or
govern
ill
,
Account
must
give
to
him
,
and
then
will
find
What
't
is
to
bear
to
him
a
treach'rous
mind
.
Christ's
glorious
Riches
are
discovered
Yet
further
unto
thee
;
for
all
are
fed
By
him
alone
that
on
the
Earth
●'reliv'd
,
Both
food
and
clothes
they
all
from
him
receiv'd
,
And
still
receive
;
't
is
at
his
proper
charge
They
are
maintain'd
,
as
might
be
shew'n
at
large
.
I
'le
only
give
a
hint
or
two
at
things
,
His
Treasures
far
surmount
all
Earthly
Kings
.
He
has
paid
all
the
debts
of
every
one
That
clos'd
with
him
.
O
do
but
think
upon
This
very
thing
,
and
wisely
then
account
To
what
a
sum
this
payment
will
amount
:
Suppose
each
Soul
ten
thousand
Talents
were
In
debt
to
God
:
some
little
time
we
'l
spare
To
cast
it
up
.
'T
is
done
,
and
lo
't
is
found
Eighteen
hundred
sev'nty
five
thousand
pound
.
And
less
than
that
what
sinners
ow'd
that
's
clear'd
,
As
often-times
,
I
doubt
not
,
you
have
hear'd
.
What
did
they
altogether
,
think
you
,
owe
?
Who
's
able
to
account
it
?
who
can
show
The
quantity
of
that
great
debt
,
which
he
Paid
at
one
single
payment
on
the
Tree
?
The
quality
too
of
his
Riches
are
So
great
in
worth
,
O
so
transcendent
rare
,
Their
Nature
Men
nor
Angels
can
declare
.
No
other
Coin
would
with
God's
Justice
go
,
To
satisfie
for
debts
which
Sinners
owe.
Nay
the
whole
World
,
nor
yet
ten
thousand
more
,
Could
not
discount
one
farthing
of
that
score
,
But
had
Christ's
worth
and
Riches
only
bin
Sufficient
to
discharge
from
debts
of
Sin
,
And
had
he
not
more
Treasure
to
bestow
On
such
who
do
believe
,
or
truly
do
Cleave
unto
him
,
it
might
be
thought
to
be
A
lessening
of
his
vast
Treasurie
.
But
't
is
not
so
;
for
he
enriches
all
,
Who
are
discharged
from
sin's
bitter
thral
.
None
comes
to
him
,
nor
ever
came
,
but
they
Receive
,
besides
such
sums
that
very
day
They
are
espous'd
,
that
holy
Truth
relates
,
They●r
made
more
rich
than
earthly
Potentates
.
A
golden
Chain
about
their
necks
he
places
,
And
them
with
Rings
,
and
precious
Jewels
,
graces
.
And
clothes
them
also
in
rich
Robes
of
state
,
Whose
sparkling
glory
far
exceeds
the
plate
Of
beaten
Gold
;
nay
Ophir's
Treasury
,
And
all
the
Wealth
which
in
both
Indies
lie
,
Must
not
compared
be
;
alas
,
they
can't
Equal
in
worth
the
Robes
of
one
poor
Saint
.
He
Heirs
also
doth
make
them
every
one
Of
a
most
glorious
Kingdom
,
and
a
Crown
He
doth
assure
them
that
they
shall
obtain
,
And
when
they
come
to
age
,
for
ever
raign
With
him
triumphantly
,
and
tread
down
those
Who
were
their
Enemies
,
or
did
oppose
Their
rising
up
to
such
great
Dignity
.
Or
treated
them
on
Earth
with
cruelty
.
He
's
rich
in
every
thing
,
no
good
is
found
,
No
wealth
nor
worth
,
but
all
in
Christ
abound
.
Few
in
all
kind
of
Riches
do
exceed
:
But
there
's
in
him
whatever
Sinners
need
.
Ca●t
but
a
look
,
O
view
this
Treasury
,
Riches
of
Life
,
Love
,
Pardon
,
all
dos
lie
,
Laid
up
in
Christ
,
in
him
t
is
hid
,
for
those
Who
do
with
him
in
true
affection
close
.
These
Riches
do
enrich
the
Soul
of
Man
,
Which
earthly
Riches
never
did
,
nor
can
.
Nay
prethee
hark
to
me
,
I
'le
tell
thee
more
,
Although
Christ
has
paid
off
our
former
score
,
He
han●t
consum'd
one
farthing
of
his
store
.
Though
he
has
made
some
millions
rich
and
high
,
He
hath
with
him
such
a
redundancy
Of
glorious
Riches
,
that
let
come
who
will
,
Their
Treasuries
with
substance
he
can
fill
.
The
Sun
is
not
more
full
of
precious
Light
,
Whose
sparkling
rays
do
dazle
mortals
sight
;
Nor
is
the
great
,
the
vast
and
mighty
Sea
More
fill'd
with
water
than
(
in
truth
)
is
he
With
Grace
and
Riches
,
yea
of
every
kind
:
Which
if
thou
close
with
him
,
and
dost
not
find
To
be
a
truth
(
Soul
)
then
let
me
obtain
Reproach
from
all
,
yea
an
eternal
shame
.
Christ's
Riches
are
so
great
,
St.
Paul
knew
well
No
tongue
could
set
them
forth
,
no
Angels
tell
Th'
nature
of
them
,
they
unsearchable
be
;
Men
may
find
out
the
bottom
of
the
Sea
,
As
soon
as
they
can
learn
or
comprehend
How
rich
Christ
is
,
who
is
thy
dearest
Friend
.
Nay
,
more
than
this
,
his
Riches
are
so
stable
,
Moths
can't
corrupt
them
,
nor
can
Thieves
be
able
To
rob
us
of
them
.
Nay
,
yet
further-more
,
He
that
hath
them
,
what
e're
comes
,
can't
be
poor
.
His
Riches
can't
be
spent
,
his
Treasury
Cannot
exhausted
be
,
nor
yet
drawn
dry
.
These
Riches
will
rejoyce
thee
,
make
thee
glad
,
Revive
thy
heart
;
and
God
will
never
add
Sorrow
with
them
whilst
thou
dost
live
on
earth
;
They
'l
quiet
thee
,
and
fill
thy
Soul
with
mirth
;
They
'l
be
a
breast
of
such
sweet
Consolation
,
That
when
all
other
dwellers
in
the
Nation
Shall
be
perplext
through
loss
of
earthly
gain
,
Thou
shalt
be
satisfied
,
and
remain
In
perfect
peace
;
nought
shall
distress
thy
mind
,
When
they
shall
nought
,
save
horrid
anguish
find
.
Though
Gold
and
Silver
will
not
satisfie
The
Soul
of
Man
,
yet
this
I
do
espy
,
The
loss
of
them
,
and
other
earthly
things
,
It
grief
and
sorrow
to
the
Spirit
brings
.
And
so
uncertain
are
things
of
the
world
,
Though
here
to
night
,
e're
morning
all
are
hurl●d
Away
from
him
who
now
possession
hath
;
Like
to
a
bubble
are
all
things
on
Earth
.
He
that
on
wordly
Riches
sets
his
mind
,
Strives
to
take
hold
on
shadows
,
and
the
wind
.
But
if
Christ's
Riches
once
thou
dost
obtain
,
The
loss
of
them
thou
never
shalt
sustain
,
Nor
will
they
leave
thee
when
thou
com'st
to
die
,
But
cleave
unto
,
and
thee
accompanie
Beyond
the
Grave
,
ev'n
to
Eternitie
.
What
dost
thou
say
?
canst
make
a
better
choice
Than
close
with
Christ
?
O
hearken
to
his
voice
,
And
don
't
with
fraud
the
proffer
made
to
thee
,
If
any
good
thou
dost
in
Riches
see
.
Christ's
Bounty
.
What
sayest
thou
?
what
hast
thou
in
thine
eye
?
Will
not
Christ's
Riches
move
thee
?
then
I
'le
try
To
gain
thee
by
some
other
property
.
He
's
bountiful
,
and
of
a
generous
heart
,
Most
free
and
noble
,
ready
to
impart
What
e're
he
hath
unto
the
Soul
he
loves
.
O
see
how
his
Heroick
Spirit
moves
In
him
,
whose
generous
,
whose
bounteous
hand
,
Holds
forth
to
thee
what
e're
thou
canst
demand
.
'T
is
thine
for
asking
;
do
but
speak
the
word
,
Thou
hast
it
done
.
O!
none
like
this
dear
Lord
,
Some
mens
great
Riches
seem
to
overflow
,
Who
do
a
base
ignoble
Spirit
show
.
They
treasure
up
their
bags
,
lay
heap
on
heap
,
Yet
with
a
narrow
covetous
spir't
keep
All
from
the
poor
:
Nay
their
own
Wives
can
get
.
But
now
and
then
a
little
in
a
fit
;
In
a
good
mood
sometimes
perchance
they
'l
be
Kind
unto
them
,
though
but
unfreely
free
.
But
Christ's
rich
Bounty
does
to
all
extend
,
He
stretches
forth
his
hand
to
Foe
and
Friend
.
Refined
Gold
,
Eye-salve
,
and
Rayments
white
,
Ev'n
all
choice
things
for
profit
and
delight
;
Sweet
Frankincense
,
Spicknard
,
Calamas
fine
,
Myrrh
,
Saffron
,
with
all
choice
of
spiced
Wine
,
He
freely
gives
to
all
:
O
come
who
will
,
He
'l
bid
you
welcome
,
and
your
Treasures
fill
.
O
what
doth
he
then
to
his
Friends
impart
,
Unto
his
Spouse
,
the
Soul
who
has
his
heart
?
Come
,
eat
,
O
Friends
,
and
drink
abundantly
,
Beloved
ones
,
't
was
for
your
sakes
that
I
This
Banquet
made
.
There
's
nought
(
says
he
)
too
good
For
those
that
I
have
purchas'd
with
my
blood
.
Take
Grace
and
Glory
;
all
I
have
I
give
you
,
And
to
my self
I
will
e're
long
receive
you
.
Ask
,
that
your
joy
may
now
be
full
:
for
I
Can't
any
thing
that
's
good
your
souls
deny
.
The
Soveraign
Power
and
Dignity
of
Christ
.
What
can
I
now
do
more
,
if
still
thou
art
Resolved
to
deny
Jesus
thy
heart
?
If
Beauty
will
not
move
thee
to
incline
To
close
with
him
,
who
longs
till
he
is
thine
:
Strange
!
Beauty
oft
prevails
great
Conquests
gains
,
Like
to
a
mighty
Victor
,
binds
in
chains
Those
wch
would
not
by
other
means
e're
yield
.
Such
is
the
nature
of
his
pow'rful
Shield
,
Triumphantly
it
has
obtain'd
the
Field
.
No
standing
out
against
its
piercing
Darts
,
It
hath
a
secret
way
to
wound
those
hearts
,
Whose
constitution
leads
them
naturally
To
steer
that
course
,
and
on
it
cast
an
Eye
To
search
the
sweet
,
which
Fancy
says
doth
lye
Hid
in
the
same
.
For
human
Beauty's
vain
,
Which
some
have
sacrific'd
their
lives
,
to
gain
.
But
Christ's
sweet
Beauty
is
a
real
thing
,
And
doth
substantial
joys
and
pleasures
bring
;
Such
pleasures
also
which
will
still
abide
For
evermore
,
like
Rivers
by
thy
side
.
Shall
Beauty
which
is
spotless
,
without
slain
,
Nor
Riches
neither
,
sweet
Imbraces
gain
;
Nor
generous
Bounty
,
win
thy
purer
love
?
Then
let
Ambition
thy
affections
move
.
Is
Greatness
barren
quite
of
solid
joys
?
Are
all
her
Merchandize
but
empty
toys
?
If
it
be
earthly
,
't
is
an
Airy
thing
,
Though
't
were
to
be
a
Spouse
unto
a
King.
But
let
it
not
be
so
look●d
on
by
thee
To
be
espous'd
to
that
great
Majestie
,
From
whom
alone
true
Honour
dos
descend
,
This
Greatness
lasting
perfect
,
ne'r
will
end
.
Come
,
Soul
,
let
us
most
seriously
now
pry
Into
Christ's
Pow'r
and
regal
Soveraignty
,
And
next
let
me
his
glorious
Pow'r
show
By
which
he
works
,
and
all
great
things
can
do
.
Some
have
a
Pow'r
whereby
they
can
command
,
But
to
accomplish
things
do
want
a
hand
:
But
Christ
in
both
excels
,
't
is
he
alone
Hath
regal
Pow'r
;
and
what
he
will
have
done
He
can
effect
i'
th
twinkling
of
an
eye
,
Though
all
combine
against
him
far
and
nigh
.
He
's
over
Angels
,
(
as
thou
heardst
before
)
They
gladly
him
do
rev'rence
,
and
adore
.
The
Head
o'
th
Church
makes
Laws
,
and
governs
it
,
According
as
he
sees
't
is
best
and
fit
.
His
regal
Pow'r
also
doth
descend
,
And
over
all
the
Devils
doth
extend
.
The
Keys
of
Hell
and
Death
to
him
are
given
;
'T
is
he
alone
can
shut
and
open
Heaven
.
Power
to
Rule
,
to
command
,
to
forbid
,
To
punish
,
or
deliver
,
they
'r
all
hid
In
him
alone
;
't
is
he
can
bind
or
loose
;
To
damn
or
save
,
't
is
all
as
he
doth
chuse
.
He
's
King
of
Kings
,
all
mighty
men
below
To
him
their
Princely
Crowns
&
Kingdoms
owe.
Yea
such
an
universal
Monarch's
he
,
Commands
the
mighty
Winds
,
and
stils
the
Sea.
'T
was
by
his
hand
the
glorious
Heav'ns
were
made
,
And
wondrous
Earth's
foundations
first
were
laid
.
The
Sun
,
the
Moon
,
and
Stars
receiv●d
their
light
From
him
at
first
,
to
rule
both
Day
and
Night
.
His
Power
's
absolute
without
controle
,
He
governs
all
the
World
from
Pole
to
Pole.
His
Soveraign
Pow'r
was
not
gain'd
by
fight
,
Or
Usurpation
,
but
a
lawful
Right
;
As
he
is
God
,
't
is
his
essentially
,
Born
Heir
of
it
from
all
Eternity
.
And
as
he
's
Mediator
,
th'
God
of
Heaven
This
glorious
Power
unto
him
has
given
.
His
Pow'rs
Infinite
,
it
hath
no
bound
,
No
ends
,
or
limits
of
it
can
be
found
.
He
made
the
World
,
which
by
him
doth
subsist
,
Nay
he
can
make
ten
thousand
if
he
list
.
He
can
do
more
than
we
can
think
or
know
,
Can
kill
,
and
make
alive
,
save
,
or
o'rethrow
.
The
Conquests
he
has
gain'd
,
demonstrate
The
matchless
Pow'r
of
this
dread
Potentate
.
Sin
is
ore-come
,
the
Devil
's
forc'd
to
fly
,
Nay
,
〈◊〉
hath
obtain'd
a
perfect
Victory
O're
Death
,
o're
Hell
,
o're
Wrath
,
&
o're
the
Grave
,
And
from
them
all
he
able
is
to
save
.
If
thou
wilt
but
consent
,
grant
his
request
,
Thou
never
more
by
Foes
shalt
be
distrest
.
Ah
Soul
!
is
't
not
a
very
glorious
thing
,
Daily
to
be
thus
courted
by
a
King
,
And
such
a
King
?
shall
Jesus
woo
in
vain
?
Shall
such
a
Prince
not
thy
sweet
love
obtain
?
The
Wisdome
of
Christ
.
What
say'st
to
Wisdom
,
from
whose
Odour
springs
That
wch
makes
glorious
inferiour
Men
,
as
Kings
:
This
spreads
the
sweet
perfume
of
Solomon's
fame
;
'T
was
this
that
rais'd
his
most
illustrious
Name
.
The
noise
of
Wisdome
made
so
great
report
,
'T
was
heard
as
far
as
Sheba's
Princely
Court.
It
made
the
Lady's
Charriot-wheels
to
run
Most
swift
,
like
to
the
new-rais'd
Eastern
Sun
,
M●unting
aloft
,
and
vanquishing
black
Clouds
:
She
hasts
away
,
and
through
obstructions
crouds
;
Defying
danger
,
she
's
resolv'd
to
see
What
Fame
reports
touching
this
Prodigie
.
The
emulous
Queen
's
arriv'd
,
she
stands
amaz'd
,
She
lessens
,
wonders
,
and
be'ng
over-daz'd
With
this
great
Beam
,
she
breaks
forth
,
could
not
hold
But
must
express
,
that
what
to
her
was
told
In
her
own
Country
,
was
in
no
wis●
nigh
Half
what
she
found
did
in
his
Wisdom
lie
.
What
's
Riches
,
Bounty
,
Honour
,
Beauty
rare
,
Unless
true
Wisdom
also
do
dwell
there
?
If
Wisdom
may
a
person
recommend
,
Christ
is
all
Wisdom
.
Shall
I
now
descend
Into
particulars
?
wilt
lend
an
Ear
Whilst
I
endeavour
to
make
it
more
clear
?
Alas
,
I
stand
amaz'd
!
Can
Infinite
Perfections
be
exprest
?
what
shall
I
write
?
He
's
wise
,
all-wise
,
only
wise
;
shall
I
speak
?
Wisdom
it self
i'
th'
abstract
.
Can
I
take
Upon
me
then
to
ope
this
Mystery
,
When
in
him
doth
all
depths
of
Wisdom
lie
.
The
Wisemans
wisdome
,
if
't
compar'd
might
be
,
Was
like
a
drop
of
Water
to
the
Sea
;
Nay
,
far
a
greater
disproportion's
there
,
Should
we
Christ's
wisdom
once
with
his
compare
.
'T
was
he
which
did
to
Solomon
impart
That
wisdom
,
and
that
understanding
heart
.
'T
is
he
which
makes
all
good
men
grave
and
wise
,
To
hate
all
evil
,
and
true
Vertue
prize
.
He
to
our
Fathers
doth
right
knowledg
give
,
And
't
is
by
him
all
pious
Judges
live
.
Th'
infinite
wisdome
of
th'
Eternal
One
Shines
forth
in
him
;
nay
,
't
is
in
him
alone
All
is
laid
up
;
he
is
God's
Treasury
,
Where
Wisdom
and
true
Knowledg
both
do
lie
.
He
knows
all
things
and
persons
here
below
;
Nay
,
perfectly
does
he
the
Father
know
,
And
all
Decrees
and
Counsels
,
which
of
old
Have
been
,
and
their
events
he
can
unfold
.
He
knows
each
glorious
purpose
,
and
design
,
In
him
alone
do
all
Perfections
shine
.
The
frames
the
thoughts
,
the
ways
,
the
fears
,
the
wants
,
Temptations
,
burdens
&
the
grief
of
Saints
Most
perfectly
he
knows
,
and
quickly
can
Save
and
de●end
from
th'
greatest
rage
of
Man.
For
Counsel
and
wise
conduct
he
exceeds
,
And
in
the
midst
of
paths
of
Judgment
leads
.
The
crafty
Counsel
of
Achitophel
He
can
defeat
,
though
laid
as
deep
as
Hell.
He
over-turns
the
wisdome
of
the
wise
,
Confounds
their
plots
,
and
shews
what
folly
lies
In
their
grand
Councils
,
making
them
to
know
Their
purposes
can't
stand
,
if
he
says
no.
He
orders
things
,
that
no
design
shall
take
Further
than
't
will
for
his
own
Glory
make
.
None
like
to
Christ
,
he
is
without
compare
,
He
's
wise
as
well
as
wealthy
,
great
and
fair
.
What
's
thy
opinion
,
Soul
▪
canst
not
espy
All
Glory
hid
in
his
blest
Majesty
?
What
hinders
then
but
that
without
delay
Triumph
may
celebrate
th'
espousal
day
?
CHAP.
IV.
Shewing
how
the
Conscience
of
the
Sinner
comes
to
be
effectually
awakened
;
together
with
the
effects
thereof
.
THIS
being
said
with
bowels
of
Affection
,
Tho
often
mixt
with
gall
of
sharp
detection
,
Her
former
stubbornness
being
all
laid
o'pe
,
Yet
this
,
nor
that
,
nor
nothing
,
gave
much
hope
He
should
prevail
,
which
put
him
in
a
maze
,
And
did
his
voice
and
spirits
higher
raise
.
He
still
went
on
with
sweet
commiseration
,
Yet
was
his
pity
mixt
with
some
small
passion
,
And
to
this
purpose
did
this
good
man
speak
,
Not
knowing
how
his
last
farewel
to
take
.
Theologue
.
Poor
stupified
Soul
!
Alas
!
alas
!
What
is
the
cause
?
whence
doth
it
come
to
pass
Thou
art
so
sensless
?
why
dost
thou
despise
All
those
Soul-melting
tears
,
those
sighs
and
crys
?
What
,
is
thy
heart
more
harder
than
the
Rocks
,
That
thou
canst
bear
these
oft
repeated
knocks
,
And
never
break
at
all
?
O
strange
!
O
strange
!
Thy
heart
,
poor
Soul
,
is●t
harder
than
a
stone
,
That
feeble
drops
of
water
fall
upon
,
And
makes
impression
.
What
,
shall
stones
relent
,
And
yield
themselves
,
and
as
it
were
consent
These
frequent
droppings
should
impression
make
;
And
showers
move
thee
not
?
Awake
,
awake
,
Before
the
dreadful
Message
I
impart
,
Shall
rouse
thy
hard
and
sin-congealed
heart
.
Thy
night
comes
on
,
thy
Sun
's
a
going
down
,
Thy
seeming
favourites
begin
to
frown
.
So
all
thy
pleasures
with
their
wanton
charms
Are
flying
from
thee
Death
spreads
forth
his
Arms
,
To
take
thee
hence
unto
another
place
:
Canst
thou
,
poor
wretch
,
this
ghastly
King
imbrace
?
What
will
become
of
all
thy
wealth
and
pleasure
?
Behold
(
alas
)
Death
's
come
to
make
a
seisure
Upon
thy
poor
deceived
Soul
this
night
!
Then
all
thy
joys
,
and
empty
vain
delight
Will
vanish
like
the
smoke
,
and
thou
shalt
be
Cast
iuto
Prison
for
Eternitie
;
Where
thou
shalt
evermore
bewail
thy
loss
,
In
changing
Gold
for
that
,
that
's
worse
than
dross
.
Shall
Beauty
▪
Wealth
,
or
Honour
make
thee
yield
?
Much
more
that
Wisdom
wherewith
Christ
is
fill'd
.
Shall
Love
and
Patience
be
so
ill
rewarded
By
thee
,
by
whom
he
should
be
most
regarded
?
And
sensual
Objects
harbour'd
in
thy
heart
?
Then
wilt
thou
hear
what
further
I
'le
impart
?
Soul
,
now
thou
must
be
anathematiz'd
;
And
when
Christ
comes
,
how
wilt
thou
be
surpriz'd
?
For
those
that
love
not
Jesus
,
are
accurst
,
And
when
he
doth
appear
,
for
ever
must
That
fearful
doom
and
sentence
then
receive
.
O
may
the
thoughts
of
this
cause
thee
to
cleave
To
him
with
speed
,
before
this
day
is
gone
.
I
;
le
now
break
off
,
adieu
,
this
think
upon
:
Poor
drousy
wretch
,
let
sin
no
more
deceive
thee
,
Give
me
thine
Answer
now
before
I
leave
thee
.
O
may
these
Soul-confounding
terrors
break
,
Thy
stony-heart
,
and
make
thy
Conscience
speak
!
Eternal
God
,
do
thou
thy
Spirit
send
,
'T
is
he
which
must
the
Soul
in
pieces
rend
.
The
work
's
too
hard
for
weakness
.
Alas
!
I
Shall
not
prevail
,
if
help
thou
dost
deny
.
Speak
to
her
heart
,
set
home
the
Word
with
Pow'r
.
Shall
this
be
the
good
day
,
the
happy
hour
?
Her
Conscience
touch
,
O
wound
her
,
let
her
see
What
't
is
to
be
a
Captive
unto
thee
.
Open
her
Eyes
,
blest
Spirit
,
thou
canst
do
it
.
Sad
is
her
state
;
O
come
,
and
let
her
know
it
.
Let
not
my
pains
nor
labour
quite
be
lost
:
For
dear
she
has
my
Master
,
Jesus
,
cost
.
Thou
canst
effectually
change
her
bad
mind
,
Which
unto
sensual
Objects
is
inclin'd
.
O
shed
and
scatter
precious
Love
abroad
,
And
unto
her
some
of
that
grace
afford
.
Moral
persuasions
barely
ne're
will
bring
The
Soul
to
love
and
like
our
Heav'nly
King.
But
I
'le
return
and
speak
yet
one
word
more
Unto
her
Conscience
,
e're
I
do
give
o're
.
Speak
Conscience
,
if
alive
!
thou
us'd
to
keep
A
faithful
watch
:
what
art
thou
now
asleep
?
Hath
she
not
slighted
Christ
,
like
unto
those
That
him
reject
,
and
cleave
unto
his
Foes
?
What
dost
thou
say
?
speak
,
I
adjure
thee
,
rouse
!
Conscience
,
I
speak
to
thee
,
shake
off
thy
drouse
;
Gripe
this
deluded
Soul
,
who
puts
her
trust
In
those
that
seek
her
Life
,
't
is
thou
that
must
Stop
her
vain
course
:
what
,
shall
the
Sinner
die
When
Conscience
,
God's
Vicegerent
,
is
so
nigh
,
And
gives
not
one
sad
sigh
,
nor
groan
,
nor
cry
?
Strange
!
what
's
befallen
thee
?
art
lost
,
o●
fled
,
Who
shouldst
the
tidings
bring
that
all
are
dead
?
Like
Job's
last
Messenger
,
thou
shouldst
declare
,
How
all
the
faculties
corrupted
are
.
Wilt
thou
betray
that
trust
repos'd
in
thee
,
And
lose
thy
regal
Right
and
Soveraignty
?
Wilt
thou
connive
and
wink
at
such
a
crime
,
Or
fault
which
she
commits
?
O
no
,
't
is
time
Now
to
awake
,
and
fiercely
her
reprove
.
What
,
hate
that
Prince
whom
she
pretends
to
love
?
Immediately
the
Spirit
sweetly
spake
,
And
touch'd
her
heart
,
and
Conscience
did
awake
.
Conscience
.
What
Soul-amazing
voice
is
this
I
hear
?
What
Heav'n-rending
Thunder
fills
mine
Ear
?
Awake
,
why
do
I
sleep
?
can
Conscience
nod
,
That
keeps
a
watch
betwixt
the
Soul
and
God
?
If
so
,
yet
when
Heav'ns
voice
cryes
out
amain
,
That
will
awake
and
make
me
rouse
again
.
I
have
most
basely
(
Sir
)
corrupted
bin
,
By
Satan
and
that
poisonous
Evil
,
SIN
.
A
Register
I
kept
,
but
then
alas
It
has
so
fallen
out
,
so
come
to
pass
,
That
I
unfaithful
was
:
for
always
when
I
should
have
set
down
scores
,
I
set
down
ten
;
Nay
,
to
their
party
so
entic'd
have
bin
,
That
I
have
often
winked
at
her
sin
.
And
when
my
Office
was
for
to
accuse
,
'T
was
to
wrong
end●
,
her
Light
I
did
abuse
.
My
faults
I
see
,
I
'le
watch
that
no
offence
May
pass
the
Soul
without
intelligence
.
Sir
,
Strange
it
is
,
it
puts
me
in
a
muse
,
As
one
amaz'd
to
see
the
Soul
refuse
To
hearken
to
your
voice
,
which
constantly
,
Like
pointed
Darts
,
against
her
breast
doth
fly
.
I
'le
take
up
Arms
,
and
fight
for
Jesus
now
,
And
make
her
bend
to
him
,
if
I
know
how
.
I
now
declare
my self
,
though
for
a
season
I
silence
kept
,
to
hear
what
Goodman
Reason
Could
find
to
say
,
whereby
he
might
excuse
her
,
But
he
's
most
blind
,
and
surely
doth
abuse
her
.
I
know
her
byass'd
Judgment
will
conjecture
She
's
not
oblig'd
to
hearken
to
that
Lecture
She
lately
heard
,
although
it
was
Divine
,
Her
will
and
judgment
doth
with
Hell
combine
To
work
her
ruin
;
do
you
what
you
can
,
Till
Judgments
rectifi'd
,
and
the
Old
man
Be
put
to
death
,
she
'l
be
rebellious
still
,
Yield
to
her
lusts
,
and
please
her
vicious
will.
Theologue
.
Doth
Conscience
yield
?
Blest
day
!
I
'le
try
again
,
With
hope
of
a
full
Conquest
to
obtain
.
Good
service
may'st
thou
do
,
act
well
thy
part
:
Whilst
the
great
King
doth
thus
besiege
the
heart
;
Keep
thou
a
narrow
watch
,
look
well
about
,
Observe
who
doth
come
in
,
and
who
goes
out
.
In
one
thing
am
I
glad
,
I
know
from
hence
I
shall
by
thee
have
true
intelligence
.
How
things
are
manag'd
in
her
house
always
;
Thou
know'st
her
thoughts
,
h●●●st
all
the
words
she
says
.
Apollyon
Prince
of
Darkness
.
Apollyon
,
that
degraded
Seraphim
,
And
Grand-fire
of
that
Hell-bred
Monster
,
Sin
,
No
sooner
did
of
these
late
tidings
hear
,
How
Conscience
was
awakened
,
but
in
fear
Presently
calls
a
Council
to
advise
Which
way
they
might
the
Soul
by
craft
surprize
,
And
hinder
her
from
being
crowned
Queen
.
Which
to
prevent
,
successful
have
we
been
,
Saith
he
,
till
now
,
but
I
am
in
great
doubt
Much
longer
we
shall
hardly
hold
it
out
.
The
Preacher
doth
his
business
follow
so
,
I
am
afraid
of
some
great
overthrow
.
Satan
.
Dread
Prince
!
fear
not
,
we
yet
possession
have
,
And
want
no
skill
.
Can't
subtilty
deceive
?
Can't
strength
subdue
?
besides
,
she
's
in
our
chain
;
Though
one
links
broke
,
we
'l
fasten
it
again
.
And
if
grave
Judgment
will
with
us
abide
,
Conscience
will
not
be
able
to
decide
The
diff●rences
,
nor
right
dicision
make
;
No
matter
then
which
side
the
fool
doth
take
.
But
since
,
my
Lord
,
I
see
what
grieves
your
mind
,
No
safety
shall
these
Gospel-Preachers
find
:
Our
Vassals
we
'l
prepare
with
Hellish
rage
,
Them
to
extirpate
,
and
drive
off
the
stage
.
Lucifer
.
I
do
approve
of
that
last
Counsel
given
;
Let
not
a
place
nor
corner
under
Heaven
Be
found
for
those
our
int'rest
dare
oppose
,
Or
once
attempt
to
move
the
Soul
to
close
With
him
whom
we
account
our
mortal
Foe
,
Satan
,
for
this
I
bless
and
thank
thee
too
.
The
brave
design
which
we
have
now
in
hand
,
Will
soon
effect
this
thing
in
every
Land.
That
Enterprise
let
us
pursue
with
care
,
But
mind
us
w●ll
how
things
more
inward
are
.
To
Judgment
look
,
lest
he
from
us
should
run
;
If
once
his
Eyes
are
ope
,
we
're
all
undone
.
Soul.
Lord
,
what
sad
gripes
and
lashes
no
I
feel
?
My
courage
fails
,
and
resolutions
reel
.
Strange
thoughts
disturb
my
mind
,
no
rest
,
alas
,
Can
heart
or
eyes
obtain
;
whole
nights
do
pass
,
Whole
weeks
and
months
,
and
nought
can
I
possess
But
horror
great
,
sad
grief
,
and
weariness
.
What
's
my
condition
now
?
who
'le
shew
to
me
My
present
state
and
future
misery
?
Hark
,
what
's
within
,
a
very
frightful
noise
,
It
mars
my
hopes
,
imbitters
all
my
joys
.
My
mo●n's
ore-cast
,
my
fair
day
proveth
foul
,
My
Conscience
terrifies
,
and
makes
me
howl
:
Lash
after
lash
,
and
blows
succeeding
blows
,
He
's
void
of
mercy
,
and
no
pity
shows
,
Here
ends
my
joy
,
and
here
begins
my
woes
.
O
how
my
mind
is
hurried
to
and
fro
!
I
know
not
where
to
fix
,
nor
what
to
do
.
My
unresolv'd
resolves
do
greatly
vary
,
This
way
one
while
,
and
then
the
quite
contrary
.
Who
is
't
will
counsel
give
?
to
whom
must
I
Go
for
some
case
in
this
perplexity
?
My
Conscience
says
I
wickedly
have
acted
,
Not
breaking
,
the
vile
contract
I
've
contracted
With
those
sweet
Lovers
which
my
sensual
heart
So
long
a
time
has
lov'd
,
how
shall
we
part
?
Must
I
be
forc'd
,
by
Conscience
to
imbrace
One
whom
I
cannot
love
?
't
is
a
hard
case
.
Yet
have
I
cause
to
love
him
dearly
too
;
But
how
shall
I
for
him
let
others
go
?
Depraved
Judgment
.
Poor
silly
Soul
!
and
is
thy
choice
so
hard
?
In
two
extreams
can
thy
weak
thoughts
reward
Two
so
unequal
,
with
the
like
respect
?
Know'st
thou
not
which
to
slight
,
which
to
affect
?
Submit
to
me
,
●tis
Judgment
must
advise
,
In
this
great
case
take
heed
and
be
thou
wise
.
Fix
where
thou
wilt
,
thy
doubt-depending
cause
Can
ne'r
expect
a
Verdict
'twixt
two
Laws
Which
differ
,
and
are
opposit
in
kind
,
Yet
a
fit
medium
I
'le
attempt
to
find
To
ease
thy
sad
,
and
sore
perplexed
mind
.
Divert
those
thoughts
by
some
rare
Speculations
,
And
vanquish
all
these
dolesome
cogitations
.
Look
,
look
abroad
,
and
view
the
world
,
pray
mark
The
Wise
and
Prudent
,
and
the
Courtly
Spark
.
Will
they
direct
thee
so
,
such
counsel
give
That
thou
an
Hermits
life
on
Earth
shouldst
live
?
What
,
marry
one
that
in
possession
hath
Not
one
small
house
,
or
foot
of
Land
on
Earth
;
When
Wealth
,
and
Honour
,
Dignity
and
Power
Are
offer'd
to
thee
,
as
a
present
Dower
?
Thou
may'st
be
deckt
with
Bracelets
rich
and
rare
And
live
on
Earth
free
from
perplexing
care
;
If
thou
dost
look
about
and
take
advice
,
And
suffer
Men
nor
Conscience
to
entice
,
Or
thee
allure
,
such
a
choice
to
make
,
Those
joys
to
leave
,
and
utterly
forsake
;
Which
most
men
do
,
nay
all
accounted
wise
Pursue
amain
,
esteem
,
and
highly
prize
:
But
if
thou
hast
a
thought
to
change
thy
state
,
Be
wise
and
stay
,
don't
holy
Writ
relate
,
He
that
believes
,
doth
not
make
hast
:
O
why
Shouldst
thou
have
thoughts
to
mind
it
presently
?
Come
,
pause
a
while
,
be
not
so
hot
,
alas
By
inconsiderateness
it
comes
to
pass
,
So
many
Souls
are
spoil'd
and
ruined
,
Be
wary
then
,
not
rashly
be
misled
.
Nay
,
furthermore
,
I
'le
speak
to
thee
again
,
Thou
mayst
love
him
,
and
yet
mayst
thou
retain
Respect
and
love
to
other
Objects
too
.
Love
thy
God
well
,
but
why
shouldst
thou
let
go
This
world
,
with
all
the
precious
joys
therein
?
But
don't
mistake
,
thou
must
leave
off
thy
sin
;
For
Holiness
I
must
tell
thee
is
right
,
And
very
pleasant
in
Jehovah's
sight
▪
But
know
,
O
Soul
,
yet
over
and
above
,
Thy
Soveraign
Lord
and
Prince
hath
set
his
love
So
much
upon
thee
,
that
his
gracious
Eye
Will
overlook
thy
smaller
vanitie
.
Ne'r
doubt
but
thou
shalt
have
his
favour
still
,
Though
in
some
things
thou
satisfie
thy
will.
Dost
think
that
he
who
came
down
from
above
,
And
dy'd
for
thee
,
will
ever
quite
remove
His
dear
affection
from
thee
,
or
e're
hate
,
And
leave
the
Soul
he
bought
at
such
a
rate
?
It
is
enough
,
and
happy
wilt
thou
be
,
If
thou
escap'st
all
gross
impurity
.
Thus
the
base
heart
be'ng
inflam'd
by
the
Devil
,
Vndoes
the
Soul.
No
Enemy's
more
evil
Than
that
curst
Foe
we
harbour
in
our
breast
,
Which
all
enlighten'd
ones
have
oft
exprest
.
Corrupted
Judgment
blindly
would
inform
her
,
Christ
having
dy'd
,
her
sins
can
never
harm
her
.
Alas
,
saith
Reason
,
do
not
all
men
sin
?
Nay
,
more
than
this
,
the
very
best
have
bin
To
blame
in
many
things
,
and
yet
esteem'd
As
righteous
ones
,
and
as
the
Lord
's
redeem'd
?
If
famous
Men
of
old
offenders
were
,
What
needst
thou
be
so
nice
,
what
needst
thou
fear
?
The
glorious
King
is
filled
with
compassion
;
Besides
he
sees
in
thee
great
reformation
:
Thy
love
to
sinful
lusts
is
but
in
part
To
what
it
was
,
and
thou
must
know
thou
art
Plac'd
in
this
world
,
and
therefore
must
comply
In
some
respects
with
smaller
vanity
.
When
Reason
to
the
vicious
Will
gives
ear
,
How
can
the
Vnderstanding
then
be
clear
?
When
vile
Affection
thus
corrupteth
Reason
,
All
works
and
thoughts
are
turn'd
to
perfect
Treason
.
O
see
how
blind
poor
Souls
by
Nature
are
,
How
vain
their
thoughts
,
how
ready
〈◊〉
insnare
Themselves
are
they
with
false
Imaginations
▪
With
earthly
toys
and
idle
speculations
.
To
learn
and
understand
all
humane
Arts
Most
apt
they
are
,
they
'l
magnifie
their
parts
;
How
very
quick
and
dext'rous
are
they
when
They
talk
of
things
that
appertain
to
men
?
But
things
of
God
are
quite
above
their
sphere
,
Can
't
them
discern
,
nor
do
they
love
to
hear
Of
God
,
or
Christ
,
they
count
that
man
a
fool
That
daily
goes
to
learn
at
Jesus's
School
.
Vnto
the
blindness
of
the
natural
mind
Add
this
besides
,
most
evident
you
'l
find
It
doth
resist
the
Truth
,
't
will
not
receive
it
;
Nay
't
is
incredulous
,
't
will
not
believe
it
.
Apt
to
believe
false
tales
,
and
stories
vain
;
Nay
,
like
to
Eve
,
't
will
quickly
entertain
Suggestions
of
the
cursed
Prince
o'
th
Night
,
But
what
God
says
,
seems
evil
in
their
sight
.
Nay
,
more
than
all
,
this
treach'rous
faculty
Is
so
deprav'd
,
St.
Paul
doth
plain
descry
Much
enmity
to
God
therein
to
lie
.
Vnto
God's
Law
it
will
not
subject
be
;
For
in
the
mind
is
great
malignity
.
But
I
must
not
the
Reader
here
detain
;
Because
that
our
old
Friend
is
come
again
.
CHAP.
V.
Shewing
how
the
Judgment
of
the
Soul
comes
to
be
enlightened
,
and
the
effects
thereof
.
Theologue
.
MY
patience's
not
yet
tyr'd
,
my
bowels
move
,
With
bended
knees
shall
I
now
gain
thy
love
To
Jesus
Christ
?
how
shall
I
leave
thee
quite
,
When
I
behold
such
terrors
,
which
afright
My
trembling
Soul
?
wch
soon
will
thee
o're-take
,
Unless
thou
dost
with
speed
this
Contract
make
.
Thy
Judgment
't
is
which
I
would
fain
convince
.
Thy
danger
's
great
,
I
do
perceive
from
thence
:
When
Conscience
had
almost
(
in
truth
)
persuaded
Thee
to
repent
,
it
was
straightway
invaded
By
thy
blind
Understanding
,
and
dark
mind
,
From
whence
thou
art
to
evil
still
inclin'd
.
Thou
ofen-times
hadst
listen'd
unto
me
,
And
left
thy
sin
:
but
they
deceived
thee
,
And
chang'd
thy
thoughts
(
as
Conscience
doth
relate
)
Till
thy
condition
's
grown
most
desperate
.
Wilt
thou
once
dare
to
harbour
such
a
thought
;
Because
with
bloud
thy
Soul
by
Christ
was
bought
,
Thou
mayest
sin
,
and
take
thy
pleasure
here
,
And
prize
the
world
as
equal
,
nay
,
more
dear
To
thee
than
him
?
How
canst
thou
be
so
dark
This
to
imagine
,
Soul
?
I
prethee
hark
;
Did
he
not
bleed
,
and
die
upon
the
Tree
Thee
to
redeem
from
all
iniquitie
,
And
that
to
him
thou
shouldst
espoused
be
?
Should
a
great
Prince
love
a
poor
Virgin
so
,
As
for
her
sake
ten
thousand
sorrows
know
,
And
be
content
at
last
when
all
is
done
,
Another
should
enjoy
her
for
his
own
?
Oh!
ope
thine
eyes
,
imbrace
the
chiefest
Good
;
Let
him
be
dear
to
thee
,
who
with
his
Bloud
Hath
thee
redeem'd
from
Sin
,
the
chiefest
ill
,
Be
not
unto
thy self
so
cruel
still
,
And
void
of
Reason
,
foolishly
to
chuse
The
greatest
Evil
,
and
chief'st
Good
refuse
.
The
good
in
Christ
with
every
state
agrees
,
It
suits
the
Soul
when
troubles
on
it
seize
.
When
thou
art
sick
,
he
'l
thy
Physician
be
,
He
all
distempers
cures
.
Nay
,
it
is
He
,
And
he
alone
,
that
heals
the
precious
Soul
,
And
with
a
word
can
make
the
Body
whole
.
Art
dark
?
O
,
he
can
straightway
make
thee
see
;
Nay
,
if
born
blind
,
he
can
give
eyes
to
thee
.
If
thou
art
weary
,
he
alone
's
thy
rest
.
Or
,
art
thou
sad
,
and
grievously
deprest
?
He
is
thy
comfort
,
and
thy
joy
will
be
,
Like
to
the
deep
and
overflowing
Sea.
If
thou
an
hungry
art
,
he
is
thy
food
.
O
tast
and
see
,
and
thou
wilt
find
him
good
.
The
Fatling's
slain
,
and
all
things
ready
are
;
Thou'●t
welcome
too
;
O
come
,
and
do
not
spare
,
But
freely
eat
,
and
drink
his
spiced
Wine
,
Wch
will
make
glad
that
drooping
heart
of
thine
,
The
Father
calls
,
the
Spirit
says
,
O
come
;
And
Christ
doth
say
,
here
's
in
my
heart
yet
room
,
O
Sinner
!
come
to
me
:
hark
,
he
doth
cry
,
O
come
to
me
,
poor
Soul
,
why
wilt
thou
die
?
Art
thou
in
Prison
,
he
will
ope
the
door
,
He
'l
pay
thy
debts
,
and
wipe
off
all
thy
score
.
If
thou
a
Widow
or
an
Orphan
be
,
Husband
and
Father
both
he
'l
be
to
thee
:
A
Husband
that
does
live
,
yea
,
live
for
ever
:
Match
here
,
poor
Soul
,
where
Death
can
part
you
never
.
Or
,
art
thou
weak
,
&
canst
not
go
alone
?
He
is
thy
strength
,
O
thou
mayst
lean
upon
His
mighty
Arm
;
for
that
is
thy
support
.
Art
thou
beleaguer'd
?
he
's
thy
Royal
Fort.
In
times
of
danger
and
of
trouble
great
,
Unto
his
holy
Name
do
thou
retreat
:
Which
is
a
Tower
strong
to
all
that
fly
With
care
and
speed
from
all
iniquity
.
Under
his
wings
he
'l
hide
his
purchas'd
One
,
Till
these
calamities
are
past
and
gone
.
Or
,
art
thou
dying
,
and
dost
fear
the
grave
?
He
is
thy
life
,
from
Death
he
will
thee
save
;
They
cannot
die
,
who
such
a
Husband
have
.
Or
,
art
a
Sinner
?
he
's
thy
Righteousness
;
He
's
more
than
I
can
any
ways
express
.
The
good
in
Christ
is
so
exceeding
sweet
,
None
understand
until
they
tast
of
it
.
He
is
a
Good
which
none
can
comprehend
,
He
is
a
Good
which
doth
all
others
send
;
The
chiefest
Good
,
good
of
himself
alone
,
When
carnal
joys
and
pleasures
all
are
gone
.
That
's
not
the
good
that
fills
not
the
desire
,
That
can't
be
chief
,
if
there
be
yet
a
higher
.
God
is
so
good
,
noughts
good
if
him
we
want
;
Small
things
,
with
him
,
will
satisfie
a
Saint●
He
is
so
good
,
that
nought
can
bitter
make
him
Unto
that
Soul
,
who
chearfully
does
take
him
,
And
his
sweet
love
and
precious
grace
enjoys
;
Yet
this
rare
Good
ne'r
gluts
,
nor
sweetness
cloys
.
The
best
of
earthly
sweets
,
which
fools
do
prize
,
By
sin
and
sickness
doth
much
bitter
rise
.
They
loath
them
straight
,
and
can't
abide
to
hear
Of
that
which
lately
they
esteem'd
so
dear
.
That
,
that
's
the
Good
on
which
thou
shouldst
depend
,
That
is
desired
for
no
other
end
Than
for
it self
!
O
tast
of
him
,
and
try
,
And
thou
'lt
be
filled
to
Eternity
.
That
's
not
the
Good
which
suddenly
doth
leave
us
,
That
's
not
the
Good
of
which
Death
can
bereave
us
,
Christ
is
a
Good
that
's
lasting
,
and
abides
;
All
other
Good
,
alas
,
will
fail
besides
.
Make
him
thy
choice
,
dear
Soul
,
O
do
but
try
How
sweet
it
is
in
Jesu's
Arms
to
lie
.
Make
him
thy
joy
,
and
thou
'lt
see
cause
to
sing
,
Whatever
days
or
change
may
on
thee
bring
.
Soul.
Sad
times
,
alas
!
here
is
a
sudden
change
;
Nought
can
I
hear
of
now
but
rumors
strange
,
Of
Wars
and
Tumults
,
with
perplexity
,
Which
do
encrease
and
swell
most
vehemently
Within
the
regions
of
my
inward
man
,
Which
causes
tears
,
and
makes
my
face
look
wan
.
Cross
workings
in
me
clearly
I
discover
,
I
am
distrest
about
this
glorious
Lover
.
The
counsel
which
my
heart
did
lately
give
I
cannot
take
,
I
dare
not
it
receive
.
Great
slaughters
there
will
be
in
my
small
Isle
,
For
without
bloud
be
sure
this
fearful
broil
Will
never
cease
;
which
side
now
shall
I
take
?
I
tremble
much
,
yea
all
my
bones
do
shake
.
Some
of
my
sins
which
I
have
loved
dear
,
Are
forc'd
to
fly
,
and
others
can't
appear
,
Lest
Conscience
should
upon
them
fall
:
for
he
Crys
out
,
Kill
all
,
let
not
one
spared
be
.
Nay
,
Judgment
too
is
all-most
at
a
stand
,
Which
doth
amuse
me
much
o'
th
other
hand
.
Yet
Will
and
Old-man
,
are
resolv'dly
bent
To
hinder
me
from
granting
my
consent
.
Yet
if
I
could
but
have
some
glimm'ring
sight
Of
this
great
Prince
,
I
know
not
but
it
might
Work
strange
effects
in
me
:
for
I
do
find
My
Eyes
are
out
,
my
Understanding
blind
.
Lord
,
pity
me
:
for
I
a
wretch
have
bin
,
To
slight
thee
thus
,
and
love
my
cursed
sin
.
Thus
whilst
God's
Word
was
preacht
,
and
she
also
Began
to
cry
;
I
did
observe
,
and
lo
,
A
Friend
was
sent
from
the
blest
Prince
of
Light
,
The
glory
of
whose
Face
did
shine
so
bright
,
That
none
were
able
to
behold
,
for
he
Seem'd
not
infer'our
to
the
Majesty
Of
the
great
God
,
and
his
eternal
Son
:
For
they
in
Essence
are
all
three
but
one
.
His
Power
's
great
,
and
Glory
is
his
merit
;
His
nature
's
like
his
Name
(
most
holy
Spirit
.
)
Who
to
the
Soul
did
presently
draw
near
,
And
toucht
her
heart
,
and
then
unstopt
her
ear
;
And
from
him
shone
such
glorious
rays
of
light
,
Some
scales
flew
off
,
and
she
recover'd
sight
.
Which
straitway
did
her
judgment
rectifie
,
Who
to
this
purpose
did
himself
apply
Unto
the
Soul
whom
he
had
led
astray
.
I
must
confess
my
faults
to
thee
this
day
.
Judgment
.
For
want
of
light
false
judgment
I
have
given
,
And
treacherously
conspired
against
Heaven
;
And
'
gainst
thy
life
and
happiness
have
I
Been
drawn
into
a
vile
conspiracy
Of
th'
highest
nature
:
for
I
did
consent
With
thy
base
Foes
,
who
hellishly
are
bent
,
To
tear
thee
into
pieces
,
quite
undo
thee
,
Whilst
smilingly
they
proffer
pleasures
to
thee
.
And
now
though
not
t'
extenuate
my
sin
,
I
'le
tell
thee
how
I
have
been
drawen
in
.
Thy
heart
's
corrupted
,
and
from
it
proceeds
The
cursed
Old-man
,
with
his
evil
deeds
.
They
with
Apollyon
jointly
did
unite
To
draw
a
Curtain
'twixt
me
and
the
light
.
And
thus
though
I
sometimes
was
half
inclin'd
To
judge
for
God
,
they
b●sely
kept
me
blind
.
T
hey've
me
corrupted
with
thy
wilful
Will
,
Who
,
I
do
fear
,
remains
most
stubborn
still
:
Which
if
't
be
so
,
and
he
's
not
made
to
bend
,
Conclude
the
match
thou
canst
not
wth
thy
friend
And
I
,
poor
I
,
can't
make
him
condescend
:
Some
higer
Power
't
is
must
make
him
yield
,
Or
he
'l
stand
out
and
never
quit
the
Field
.
For
he
's
a
churlish
piece
,
and
thou
wilt
find
To
what
is
evil
,
he
is
most
enclin'd
:
But
hath
no
will
at
all
to
what
is
right
,
A
very
Traytor
to
the
Prince
of
Light.
But
as
for
me
,
my
thoughts
are
clearly
now
Thou
oughtst
forthwith
to
yield
,
and
meekly
bow
To
the
great
King
,
thy
mi●hty
Lord
and
Lover
.
And
more
then
this
to
thee
I
must
discover
;
Now
,
now
I
know
thy
Soveraign
Lord
will
pry
Into
thy
very
heart
,
his
piercing
Eye
Will
find
that
〈◊〉
amongst
the
Company
Who
wants
the
Wedding-garment
,
and
will
sever
That
unprepared
man
in
Wrath
for
ever
From
his
sweet
presence
:
Soul
,
his
Word
doth
shew
Nothing
will
serve
but
universal
new
.
He
is
a
jealous
God
,
will
not
endure
To
see
thee
only
counterfeited
pure
;
O
now
I
see
he
will
not
take
a
part
,
But
claims
both
ears
,
eyes
,
hands
,
yea
,
the
whole
heart
.
Now
,
now
I
see
't
is
pure
simplicity
That
is
alone
accepted
in
his
Eye
.
That
sin
which
has
been
like
to
a
right
hand
,
For
profit
sweet
,
thou
must
at
his
command
Cut
straight-way
off
.
Nay
,
Soul
,
look
thou
about
;
For
Right-eye
sins
must
all
be
pulled
out
.
Though
they
for
pleasure
have
to
thee
bin
dear
,
Yet
must
they
have
no
room
,
nor
favour
here
.
Of
every
sin
thou
must
thy self
deny
;
One
sin
will
damn
thee
to
Eternity
,
If
thou
to
it
dost
any
love
retain
.
Nay
,
hark
to
me
,
Soul
,
listen
once
again
;
The
Law
must
also
unto
thee
be
dead
,
And
thou
to
it
,
or
never
canst
thou
wed
With
Jesus
Christ
.
If
thy
first
Husband
live
,
Who
to
another
Husband
can
thee
give
?
The
smallest
sin
thou
ever
didst
commit
,
The
Law
's
so
strict
,
it
damns
the
Soul
for
it
.
Let
this
divorce
thee
from
it
,
't
is
severe
,
No
life
nor
help
(
alas
)
canst
thou
have
there
.
And
therefore
unto
Jesus
come
with
speed
,
For
such
a
Bridegroom
't
is
which
thou
dost
need
.
And
th'
glory
of
the
blessed
Bridal-state
,
Will
far
exceed
the
greatest
Potentate
.
What
's
he
?
Ah
Soul
!
what
grace
and
favor's
this
?
Where
dwels
that
Queen
,
nay
where
that
Emperess
,
Whose
splendent
glory
can
e're
equal
thine
,
When
thou
canst
say
,
I
'm
his
,
and
he
is
mine
?
●
Consultation
held
between
the
Prince
and
Powers
of
Darkness
,
hearing
how
the
Judgment
was
rectified
,
and
the
understanding
of
the
Soul
somewhat
enlightened
.
Apollyon
.
Most
mighty
Pow'rs
,
who
once
from
Heav'n
fell
,
To
raise
this
Throne
and
Monarchy
in
Hell
;
Do
not
despair
,
rouse
up
,
all
is
not
gone
,
The
Conqueror
han't
yet
the
Conquest
won
.
'T
is
far
below
your
noble
extract
thus
To
stand
amaz'd
;
is
there
no
pow'r
in
us
,
For
to
revive
our
scattered
force
?
let
's
try
What
may
be
done
,
we
can
at
last
but
fly
.
Ne'r
let
us
yield
that
she
should
raised
be
To
such
a
height
,
to
such
great
Soveraigntie
.
What
,
she
,
whose
birth
and
pedigree
was
mean
To
what
our's
was
,
shall
she
be
crowned
Queen
,
Whilst
we
are
made
the
Objects
of
her
scorn
,
Hated
of
God
and
Man
?
This
can't
be
born
.
What
,
shall
eternal
Arms
embrace
the
Soul
,
Whilst
we
in
chains
of
Darkness
do
condole
Our
former
loss
?
in
spite
of
Heaven
let
's
try
Yet
once
again
to
spoil
th'
Affinity
.
Satan
.
Bravely
resolv'd
!
and
if
in
Hell
there
are
A
legion
of
such
Spirits
,
never
fear
But
we
the
Conquest
yet
o're
Heaven
shall
gain
,
And
all
the
hopes
and
pride
of
Mortals
stain
.
We
venture
very
little
,
yet
shall
win
All
at
one
blow
,
if
we
prevail
agin
.
And
there
's
great
hopes
methinks
;
for
ev'n
success
▪
Makes
foes
secure
,
and
makes
our
danger
less
.
Lo
!
don
't
you
see
how
the
fond
Soul
doth
lie
▪
Ope
to
our
Arms
in
great
security
?
And
though
some
ground
is
lost
,
yet
seek
about
,
View
well
our
force
within
,
and
that
without
.
We
in
her
house
have
a
strong
party
yet
,
Who
in
our
bands
keep
her
unwary
feet
.
Let
's
make
a
search
,
and
now
more
careful
be
,
For
sad
it
is
the
wretch
such
light
should
see
.
Without
all
doubt
there
has
been
some
neglects
,
Which
has
produc'd
such
undesir'd
effects
.
Could
none
keep
out
the
light
?
or
has
her
heart
,
Always
so
true
to
us
,
play'd
a
false
part
?
Sure
Will
and
Old-man
both
do
stand
and
pause
,
Or
some
grand
Foe
hath
quite
betray'd
our
cause
.
We
must
be-stir
us
,
and
give
new
directions
,
And
by
all
means
keep
fast
the
Soul's
affections
.
Affection's
still
by
Old-man
is
directed
;
And
Will
to
us
does
yet
stand
well
affected
.
Let
us
pursue
our
present
enterprize
,
With
all
the
craft
and
pow'r
we
can
devise
.
Our
Prince
,
I
see
,
is
very
much
offended
,
And
thus
in
short
the
Consultation
ended
.
Apollyon
with
whole
troops
of
hellish
Fiends
Immediately
into
the
Soul
descends
,
To
raise
sad
storms
and
tempests
in
her
breast
,
Who
being
curst
,
hates
any
should
be
blest
.
And
that
he
might
the
better
have
his
ends
Accomplished
,
he
thus
bespeaks
his
Friends
:
The
Flesh
with
all
its
lusts
,
to
whom
he
said
,
Old-man
,
my
grand
Ally
,
I
am
afraid
●y
tottering
Kingdom
has
not
long
to
stand
,
〈◊〉
to
my
aid
thou
dost
not
lend
thy
hand
.
'T
is
thou
(
old
Friend
)
that
must
my
cause
maintain
.
Or
otherwise
thou
wilt
thy self
be
slain
.
Hark!
dost
not
hear
that
flesh-amazing
cry
,
"
Kill
the
Old-man
,
O
kill
,
O
crucifie
"
The
Old-man
with
his
deeds
,
rise
up
and
slay
,
"
Let
not
that
Foe
survive
another
day
?
"
It
is
that
cursed
Old
man
works
our
bane
,
"
Then
let
him
die
,
let
the
Old-man
be
slain
.
Be
stir
thy self
,
and
try
thy
utmost
skill
,
Undoubtedly
thou
must
be
kill'd
,
or
kill
.
'T
is
not
a
time
to
pause
,
or
slack
thy
hand
,
Negligence
will
not
with
thy
int'rest
stand
.
Tell
,
tell
the
Soul
,
in
vain
thou
dost
deny
Thy self
of
that
which
satisfies
the
Eye
;
Adorn
thy self
with
Pearl
,
be
deckt
with
Gold
,
Such
pleasant
things
are
lovely
to
behold
;
Avoid
all
those
penurious
Nicities
,
That
makes
thee
hateful
in
thy
Neighbour's
eyes
;
Delight
thy self
in
that
the
world
'
counts
brave
,
And
let
thy
senses
have
what
e're
they
crave
.
Say
to
the
Soul
,
let
not
thine
Ears
and
Eyes
Be
satisfy'd
alone
,
but
please
likewise
Thy
Appetite
,
grant
all
the
Soul
desires
.
And
if
it
chance
to
kindle
lustful
fires
,
Tel
her
the
earth
was
fil'd
with
boundless
treasures
▪
That
she
thereby
might
take
her
fill
of
pleasures
.
And
for
that
end
the
senses
are
united
In
one
fair
body
,
there
to
be
delighted
.
And
tell
her
,
if
she
do
restrain
one
sense
Of
what
it
craves
,
she
offers
violence
Unto
her self
,
and
doth
her self
deny
Of
the
best
good
,
and
chief'st
felicity
.
The
Old-man's
Reply
.
This
Hellish
Lecture
past
,
the
Old-man
breaks
His
Silence
;
and
,
half
Angry
,
thus
he
speaks
:
Renowned
Father
!
let
thy
Servant
borrow
A
word
or
two
to
mitigate
my
sorrow
.
This
Counsel
might
have
done
some
time
ago
,
But
now
enlighted
Judgment
lets
her
know
All
these
are
painted
pleasures
,
and
their
date
Ends
with
her
life
:
dread
Prince
!
it
is
too
late
To
mind
this
Counsel
,
she
will
not
receive
it
,
Her
Understanding
now
will
not
believe
it
.
I
by
thy
Aid
have
oft
endeavoured
In
●itter
times
such
kind
of
things
to
spread
Before
her
eyes
;
but
now
of
late
we
find
There
is
an
alteration
in
her
mind
▪
Could
you
have
took
the
Gospel
quite
away
,
'T
would
not
have
been
as
't
is
,
you
do
delay
.
Apollyon
.
No
more
of
that
—
Old-man
,
take
my
direction
Improve
thy
int'rest
now
with
her
affection
,
I
know
Affection
still
's
inclin'd
to
love
That
which
the
Understanding
doth
reprove
.
This
being
so
,
if
we
improve
our
skill
,
And
can
but
keep
firm
unto
us
the
Will
,
If
he
's
not
over-powr'd
,
thou
maist
gain
,
Thy
former
strength
,
and
long
thou
mayest
reign
.
For
Conscience
thou
may'st
once
again
hereby
Lul●
fast
asleep
,
and
then
also
her
Eye
Will
grow
so
weak
,
her
light
diminished
,
That
Judgment
by
Affection
shall
be
led
.
And
if
thou
canst
but
once
this
way
persuade
her
,
Will
and
Affection
quickly
will
invade
her
To
please
her
senses
;
and
for
those
intents
Affection
may
use
weighty
Arguments
;
And
thus
being
overcome
,
she
will
be
more
Intangled
in
our
fetters
than
before
.
Lusts
of
the
eyes
,
and
pride
of
life
,
these
be
My
Agents
both
,
they
are
employ'd
by
me
.
Old-man
,
therefore
proceed
,
the
Intrest's
mine
;
But
be
victorious
,
and
the
Conquest
's
thine
.
Once
lose
the
day
,
and
thou
be
sure
must
die
.
Which
being
lost
,
thou
'lt
suffer
more
than
I.
Old-man
.
Most
dread
Apollyon
!
thou
must
understand
,
As
I
have
ever
been
at
thy
command
,
And
am
thy
Servant
,
so
I
will
remain
;
And
fight
until
I
slay
,
or
else
am
slain
.
Yet
let
me
lodg
this
secret
in
thy
breast
,
Canst
thou
be
ignorant
,
how
she
's
possest
With
such
a
Soul-convincing
beam
of
light
,
That
I
do
seem
a
Monster
in
her
sight
.
I
shall
not
overcome
her
now
,
unless
I
do
appear
to
her
in
some
new
dress
.
Time
was
indeed
when
I
have
been
respected
,
But
now
,
alas
,
I
greatly
am
suspected
Of
being
thy
great
favourite
;
nay
,
she
Affirms
that
I
am
wholly
led
by
thee
.
These
things
consider'd
,
I
must
be
advis'd
,
Fear
lest
I
should
be
unawares
surpriz'd
.
Apollyon
.
Thou
hit'st
the
case
,
and
I
agree
thereto
;
Thou
shalt
be
clothed
new
from
top
to
to
:
And
I
'le
transform
my
shape
,
and
will
appear
,
For
thy
assistance
;
haste
,
and
nothing
fear
.
With
specious
shews
of
love
,
do
thou
pretend
,
Thou
com'st
to
reason
with
her
as
a
Friend
,
Not
meaning
to
perswade
her
to
remove
,
Or
to
withdraw
in
any
case
her
love
From
her
great
Soveraign
,
whom
thou
maist
confess
Can
only
her
advance
to
happiness
;
Yet
tell
her
she
's
too
strict
,
she
's
too
precise
,
She
'l
never
hold
it
;
bid
her
to
be
wise
:
Soft
pace
goes
far
;
an
over-heated
zeal
Ruins
the
Soul
,
and
spoils
the
Common-weal
.
Go
bid
her
carry
't
in
her
Princes
sight
With
Saint-like
sweetness
;
bid
her
to
delight
In
his
presence
,
and
there
demurely
stand
;
But
when
she
's
absent
,
let
both
heart
and
hand
Be
still
delighted
,
as
they
were
before
,
With
sense-deluding
Objects
.
Furthermore
,
Tell
her
he
's
not
so
strict
as
to
debar
Her
of
these
joys
below
,
for
her
's
they
are
:
Of
which
Paul
rightly
speaks
,
this
is
the
sum
,
All
things
are
yours
,
both
present
and
to
come
;
Thus
we
'l
combine
,
and
all
our
pow'rs
unite
,
And
in
this
mode
and
curious
dress
incite
Th'
enligten'd
Soul
to
play
the
Hypocrite
.
The
flesh
being
thus
with
th'
pow'rs
of
Hell
agreed
,
The
inward
Foe
bestirs
himself
with
speed
;
Vile
Traytor
like
,
a
Panther
doth
become
,
To
work
about
the
Soul
's
eternal
doom
.
A
cruel
Serpent
,
in
a
Saint-like
guize
,
The
better
to
trapan
the
long'd-for
prize
.
As
Balaam
,
once
,
and
Balak
,
so
do
they
Seek
to
find
out
some
curst
infidious
way
,
The
poor
unwary
Soul
for
to
betray
To
the
last
Death's
dark
and
eternal
shade
.
Balaam
advises
Balak
to
invade
God's
Heritage
,
't
was
by
the
beauteous
train
Of
Moabite
Damsels
,
who
he
thought
might
gain
The
Israelites
affections
,
and
thereby
Make
them
offend
against
the
Majesty
Of
God
All-mighty
,
by
whose
powerful
hand
Jacob
prevails
,
and
Moab
could
no
wise
stand
.
Ah!
see
how
the
wise
Fowler
lays
his
snare
To
catch
the
poor
enlighten'd
Soul.
Beware
,
And
do
not
close
thy
new-inlighten'd
Eyes
;
Under
the
Golden
clew
the
Panther
lies
.
The
Eye-intangled
Creature
stands
to
gaze
Upon
the
lovely
Panther
in
a
maze
,
Till
the
deluded
Beast
doth
by
his
stay
Unwillingly
become
the
Panther's
prey
.
Just
as
you
see
sometimes
the
nimble
fly
,
Dancing
about
the
flame
,
advance
so
nigh
,
Until
it
's
taken
and
doth
burn
its
wings
.
Thus
from
it self
its
own
destruction
springs
.
Or
like
two
Men
,
who
running
in
a
Race
,
With
hopes
the
Golden
Diadem
shall
grace
The
Victor's
Temples
,
in
the
way
doth
lie
A
Golden
Ball
;
one
of
them
casts
his
Eye
Upom
the
same
,
makes
but
a
little
stay
To
take
it
up
,
the
other
hasts
away
,
And
never
turns
aside
to
fix
his
Eyes
On
this
or
that
,
but
runs
and
wins
the
prize
:
The
other
he
the
Ball
espies
,
is
loth
To
let
it
lie
:
in
hopes
to
get
them
both
,
He
loses
both
:
for
when
he
comes
to
try
,
Doth
●●nd
the
Golden
Ball
deceiv'd
his
Eye
;
For
when
he
thought
to
lay
it
up
in
store
,
Finds
it
an
Earthly
Ball
,
but
gilded
o're
.
O!
then
he
grieves
,
but
then
it
is
too
late
His
Eye
's
the
cause
of
his
unhappy
fate
.
A
fit
resemblance
:
for
thus
stands
the
case
With
every
Soul.
This
mortal
life
's
the
Race
.
A
blessed
Kingdom
crowns
the
Victor's
brow
With
endless
glory
,
but
whilst
here
below
We
're
tempt
by
Earthly
pleasures
,
that
's
the
Ball
;
Satan's
the
Sopister
,
who
lets
it
fall
.
Now
look
about
thee
,
Soul
,
thy
time
's
at
hand
,
Thine
Enemies
approach
,
●ay
,
●o
they
stand
Ready
prepared
,
and
resolv'd
to
try
Both
strength
and
craft
to
get
the
Victory
.
Thy
precious
Lord
is
the
eternal
Prize
,
Mind
well
thy
Mark
,
take
heed
of
wanton
Eyes
,
If
Pleasures
thou
,
or
Honours
,
shouldst
espy
,
Stop
not
to
gaze
,
run
swift
,
and
pass
them
by
;
Take
no
regard
unto
that
painted
Ball
,
Which
Satan
,
to
deceive
thee
has
let
fall
.
The
Old-man's
near
(
the
flesh
)
in
a
new
dress
,
And
whose
with
him
?
Ah!
thou
mayst
eas'ly
guess
.
'T
is
to
deceive
thee
he
appears
so
trim
,
And
thou
mayst
see
the
Devil
plain
in
him
.
The
pow'rs
of
Hell
in
thee
will
try
their
skill
For
to
insnare
Affections
,
and
the
Will
;
Nay
,
Satan
has
got
them
to
take
his
side
;
Thus
treacherously
thy
heart
they
do
divide
.
Thus
though
the
Soul
obtains
inlightned
Eyes
,
Whilst
thicker
darkness
vanishes
and
flies
,
Yet
is
she
vex'd
with
sore
perplexities
'Twixt
two
extreams
and
two
contrary
Laws
,
Judgment
is
led
by
one
,
Affection
draws
The
other
way
;
she
can't
tell
which
to
please
:
She
knows
what
's
best
,
but
strong
temptations
seize
Upon
her
so
,
that
she
's
at
a
great
stand
,
This
way
she
goes
,
then
to
the
other
hand
.
Her
faculties
fall
out
,
they
disagree
.
O
look
,
methinks
I
in
the
Soul
do
see
Four
mighty
Warriours
draw
into
the
Field
To
try
their
Valour
,
and
refuse
to
yield
Unto
each
other
:
here
's
two
against
two
:
Judgment
with
Conscience
are
united
so
,
That
Will
and
the
Affections
do
resolve
The
trembling
Soul
in
Wars
still
to
involve
.
Will
rouses
up
,
refuses
to
give
way
,
That
his
great
opposites
should
have
the
day
;
Apollyon
also
with
him
doth
take
part
,
To
hold
his
own
,
and
to
beguile
her
heart
.
They
meet
,
they
strike
,
&
blows
exchange
for
blows
,
Darts
are
let
fly
,
they
with
each
other
close
.
The
conflict's
sharp
,
't
is
very
hard
to
know
Which
will
the
other
beat
and
overthrow
.
Will
's
hard
put
to
't
,
nay
,
had
lost
the
day
quite
,
But
that
more
Traytors
join'd
him
in
the
Fight
.
Th'
Old-man
rouses
with
rebellious
flesh
,
And
these
domestick
Wars
renew
afresh
.
They
fight
about
the
Soul
,
would
know
who
must
Have
th'
heart
and
its
affections
,
Christ
,
or
Lust
.
Satan
by
inward
motions
straight
reply'd
,
My
sentence
is
,
we
'l
equally
divide
,
And
give
alike
,
both
can't
have
the
whole
heart
;
Christ
take
a
piece
,
and
I
the
other
part
.
He
'd
have
the
question
by
the
Sword
decided
,
Knowing
the
Soul
lies
dead
whilst
't
is
divided
.
Thus
't
is
with
many
.
Ah!
look
well
within
,
Judgment
convinc'd
may
be
,
yet
may
thy
sin
In
thy
affections
live
,
and
also
thou
Mayst
not
to
th'
pow'r
of
Grace
and
Jesus
bow
.
Thou
mayst
have
light
,
and
speak
as
Balaam
did
,
Whose
Eyes
Jehovah
so
far
opened
,
That
he
cry'd
out
,
O
happy
Israel
!
How
goodly
are
the
Tents
where
thou
dost
dwell
!
He
(
like
to
many
Preachers
)
did
commend
God's
holy
ways
,
and
wish'd
that
his
last
end
Might
be
like
his
,
who
righteously
doth
live
,
And
his
whole
heart
doth
unto
Jesus
give
.
He
to
this
purpose
spake
,
yet
ne'r-the-less
,
Lov'd
best
the
wages
of
unrighteousness
.
The
Understanding
may
much
light
receive
,
And
yet
may
not
the
Soul
rightly
believe
,
Nor
be
espous'd
to
Christ
,
may
not
rely
On
him
alone
in
true
simplicitie
.
But
to
proceed
;
with
careful
Eye
let
's
view
What
follows
here
,
what
't
is
doth
next
ens●e
.
As
Combatants
sometimes
a
Parly
beat
After
some
sharp
Encounter
,
or
retreat
.
And
with
each
other
do
expostulate
About
their
rising
,
or
their
sinking
fate
.
Even
so
likewise
do
these
strong
inward
Foes
,
They
pause
as
't
were
,
parly
,
then
fall
to
blows
.
Old-man
.
The
Old-man
moves
,
and
presently
he
meets
With
the
poor
Soul
,
and
thus
Affection
greets
:
Thou
for
my
Int'rest
ever
yet
hast
been
,
And
sweet
(
says
he
)
Ah!
sweet's
a
bosom
sin
;
Thou
never
yet
deny'dst
to
yield
subjection
Unto
my
will
;
and
now
,
indear'd
Affection
.
Our
Master
,
great
Apollyon
,
doth
command
That
we
unite
our
force
,
and
faithful
stand
Against
our
Fo●s
▪
thy
int'rest
is
invaded
,
Thou
●eest
by
whom
,
thou
knowst
who
are
inraged
:
Hold
safe
thine
own
,
ne'r
let
those
Objects
go
Thou
lov'st
so
dear
,
't
will
be
thy
overthrow
,
And
thereby
too
the
Soul
will
unawares
〈…〉
involv'd
in
more
vexatious
cares
;
And
those
delights
which
thou
we●t
wont
to
have
Will
be
obscured
in
the
darksom
Cave
Of
black
Oblivion
,
buried
out
of
sight
,
Should
once
the
Soul
close
with
this
Prince
of
Light.
Not
that
we
think
thou
canst'ith
'
least
approve
Of
thi●
,
whereby
she
should
withdraw
her
love
Quite
from
those
things
which
we
esteem
so
dear
;
For
Heart
and
Will
some
ways
do
yet
adhere
Unto
our
Int'rest
;
yet
basely
misled
She
is
,
〈◊〉
since
she
's
been
enlightened
.
We
are
content
she
should
cry
up
the
choice
She
thinks
to
make
,
let
her
in
that
rejoice
;
Yet
there
's
a
secret
we
would
fain
reveal
,
She
's
blinded
by
her
over-fervent
zeal
.
It
i●
enough
since
she
has
made
such
vows
To
love
him
〈…〉
to
become
his
Spouse
,
Why
should
she
not
have
yet
sweet
sensual
pleasures
,
To
please
the
flesh
,
to
whom
the
greatest
treasure
;
Of
right
belongs
that
ever
were
poste
it
?
How
can
her
glory
better
be
exprest
,
Than
to
imbrace
what
is
so
freely
given
,
Joys
here
below
as
well
as
bliss
in
Heaven
?
Let
her
not
fear
to
spend
her
days
in
mirth
,
That
's
Heir
of
Heaven
,
and
Lady
of
the
Earth
.
This
think
upon
,
and
secretly
impart
So
sweet
a
Message
to
the
yielding
heart
.
Affection
hears
,
and
willingly
consented
▪
And
strives
with
this
to
make
the
Soul
contented
,
Nay
,
with
it
too
,
the
Soul
began
to
close
,
Until
poor
Conscience
did
them
both
oppose
.
Affection
,
Will
,
and
Conscience
talk
a
while
▪
Apollyon
straight
starts
up
,
and
with
a
smile
Salutes
them
all
,
seeming
as
if
he
were
One
unconcern'd
with
any
matters
there
:
Who
well
observing
how
th●se
three
contended
,
Begs
leave
to
speak
a
word
,
as
he
pretended
,
In
favour
to
them
all
,
desiring
he
Might
at
this
time
their
Moderator
be
.
At
this
they
seem'd
to
pause
,
and
stand
all
mute
,
At
length
the
Soul
,
but
faintly
,
grants
his
Suit
:
The
Devil
having
thus
obtain'd
his
end
,
Salutes
the
Soul
,
Fair
Virgin
,
I
commend
Thy
happy
choice
,
almost
,
if
not
quite
made
;
Yet
,
if
all
matters
were
but
wisely
weigh'd
,
Thou
'lt
find
Affection
has
advis'd
thee
right
;
And
't
can't
be
safe
such
Counsel
now
to
slight
.
The
greatest
honours
oft
,
for
want
of
care
In
just
improvements
,
have
been
made
a
snare
.
What
bount'ous
Heav'n
&
Earth
affords
,
refuse
not
;
Be
not
so
nice
;
ye
'
buse
the
things
you
use
not
.
What
,
is
thy
Soveraign
willing
to
receive
thee
Into
Celestial
Joys
,
yet
quite
bereave
thee
Of
present
sweetness
?
Tush
!
this
cannot
be
;
He
will
sure
ne'r
such
wrong
do
unto
thee
.
Reflect
not
what
thy
former
state
hath
been
,
But
what
't
is
now
,
a
Saint
,
more
than
a
Queen
.
Things
present
,
and
to
come
,
nay
,
all
are
thine
;
Come
,
merry
be
,
drinkof
the
choiest
Wine
.
Thine
honour
's
great
,
and
let
thy
joys
abound
;
Chant
to
the
Viol
,
hear
the
Organ
sound
;
Let
the
melodious
Lute
and
Harp
invite
thee
,
And
each
transcendent
joy
on
Earth
delight
thee
.
A
sweet
is
,
(
What
?
)
a
thing
reproacht
,
call'd
Sin
;
It
in
the
bosom
lies
,
has
harbour'd
bin
By
chiefest
Saints
:
O
then
,
do
not
deny
The
present
good
,
that
's
pleasant
to
the
Eye
.
But
it
thou
fearst
thou
shouldst
thy
Lord
offend
;
Observe
this
Rule
,
which
I
shall
next
commend
:
Let
all
thy
words
be
pleasant
,
smooth
,
and
sweet
,
When
him
thou
dost
in
daily
Duties
meet
.
Seem
to
be
chast
,
and
let
no
Saints
espy
The
smallest
sign
of
Immoralitie
.
Be
●rave
in
speech
,
and
lowly
when
thou
meetst
them
.
And
call
them
thy
dear
Brethren
,
when
thou
greetst
them
.
And
if
thy
Soveraign
seek
to
have
thy
heart
,
Let
him
have
some
yet
must
the
World
have
part
.
Call
him
thy
Friend
,
thy
Saviour
,
own
him
so
;
And
to
poor
Saints
thou
must
some
kindness
show
,
Or
else
thy
covetousness
they
will
espy
,
And
〈…〉
be
charg'd
,
(
with
what
?
)
Idolatry
.
Thus
mayst
thou
keep
his
love
:
but
when
thou
go's
Amongst
thy
old
acquaintance
,
(
yet
his
Foes
)
Let
them
know
nothing
,
let
no
sentence
fall
Which
may
discover
this
to
them
at
all
.
Thus
having
spoken
briefly
,
be
thou
wise
,
And
with
thy
Friends
,
my
Agents
,
now
advise
.
Thus
ends
the
Old-man
,
and
Apollyon's
suit
,
And
the
poor
Soul
in
this
assault
stood
mute
,
Not
well
discerning
who
these
thoughts
did
dart
Into
her
yielding
and
divided
heart
.
Nor
hath
she
got
that
grave
and
good
inspection
What
's
best
to
do
,
and
where
to
take
direction
,
But
goes
to
th'
Flesh
,
with
that
doth
she
consult
,
Which
quickly
brings
her
to
a
sad
result
.
I
hitherto
,
saith
she
,
have
been
deprest
;
What
shall
I
do
,
how
may
I
be
at
rest
?
The
Flesh
,
or
corrupt
Affection
.
What
's
the
reversion
of
a
Prince's
State
,
When
't
must
be
purchas'd
at
so
dear
a
rate
?
'T
is
but
arriving
at
a
seeming
pitch
Of
Honour
,
and
to
be
c●nceited
Rich.
If
there
's
no
way
to
get
this
promis'd
Crown
,
But
to
incur
the
world'ds
vile
scoff
and
frown
,
With
loss
of
life
,
and
all
we
call
our
own
;
'T
would
folly
be
to
seek
for
such
a
prize
:
For
what
we
have
is
pleasant
in
our
Eyes
.
A
real
thing
,
and
present
,
as
't
is
dear
,
To
part
with
it
,
is
more
than
flesh
can
bear
.
But
by
the
way
,
mind
what
our
Friends
propound
:
A
Medium
to
enjoy
them
both
,
is
found
;
Wherefore
't
is
best
in
this
perplexing
case
,
For
to
unite
,
that
Counsel
let
's
imbrace
.
Soul.
Hast
thou
forgot
,
or
knowst
thou
not
,
mine
eyes
Have
been
enlight'ned
?
let
us
first
advise
With
Judgment
,
lest
this
over-rash
conclusion
Turn
all
our
Consultations
to
confusion
.
It
would
be
well
could
we
(
I
must
confess
)
Those
sinful
sweets
and
present
joys
possess
,
Without
the
loss
of
those
transcendant
pleasures
That
's
in
Jehova's
unconfined
Treasures
.
But
what
if
Judgment
says
it
must
not
be
,
Nor
Truth
nor
Conscience
with
us
will
agree
?
If
so
,
what
shall
I
do
,
what
shall
I
choose
?
Whilst
I
secure
one
,
I
both
may
loose
.
The
flesh
,
or
corrupt
Affection's
Reply
.
One
word
I
'le
briefly
drop
,
and
speak
no
more
.
Thou
'st
put
thy
case
to
Conscience
heresofore
▪
And
what
redress
pray
had
you
,
what
didst
gain
?
Did
he
not
gripe
thee
sorely
for
thy
pain
?
Wilt
thou
neglect
so
sweet
advice
as
this
?
Judgment
and
Conscience
both
may
judg
amiss
.
But
if
thou
lik'st
it
,
and
canst
be
contented
,
By
knawing
Conscience
still
to
be
tormented
,
Then
I
'le
be
silent
,
and
improve
thy
skill
,
Yet
will
I
love
and
like
where
I
did
still
.
●adst
thou
been
counsel'd
to
forsake
the
Lord
,
Would
I
,
do'st
think
,
have
spoken
the
least
word
,
Once
to
dissuade
thee
from
so
just
a
thing
?
Nay
,
Soul
,
thou
oughtst
,
nay
must
respect
this
King
:
But
whilst
he
's
absent
,
whilst
he
dwells
on
high
,
Thou
hast
no
other
Object
for
thine
Eye
Then
these
—
Consult
with
Conscience
,
now
do
what
you
please
,
But
as
for
me
I
am
for
present
case
.
CHAP.
VI.
Shewing
the
policy
of
Satan
in
keeping
the
Soul
from
a
full
closing
with
Christ
.
Also
the
nature
of
a
bosom
sin
.
NO
sooner
was
this
sharp
Encounter
over
,
But
in
a
little
time
you
might
discover
The
Soul
half
vanquish'd
by
her
weak
opposing
,
Sometimes
resisting
,
and
then
faintly
closing
.
Sometimes
you
'l
see
her
just
as
't
were
consenting
,
And
presently
you
'l
find
her
much
lamenting
,
Beset
on
every
side
with
troops
of
fears
;
Which
makes
her
to
bedew
her
cheeks
with
tears
,
Complains
to
Conscience
,
hoping
for
relief
,
Till
Conscience
cheeks
her
,
and
renews
her
grief
.
Sometimes
she
's
drawn
to
fix
her
tender
Eye
Upon
the
Gospel's
pure
Simplicitie
.
Her
love-sick
thoughts
at
●its
seem
to
aspire
,
As
if
she
could
pass
through
hot
flames
of
●ire
,
And
say
with
Peter
,
Though
all
should
deny
Thee
,
my
blest
Lord
,
yet
so
will
never
I.
But
when
the
Soul
once
comes
to
see
the
Cross
,
Its
courage
fails
,
O!
't
is
at
a
great
loss
.
When
she
perceives
she
and
her
lusts
must
part
.
O
that
sticks
close
,
go's
to
the
very
heart
.
The
thoughts
of
that
is
hard
;
't
is
Self-denial
That
puts
the
Soul
upon
the
deepest
tryal
.
Some
ready
are
to
make
a
large
profession
In
hopes
of
somewhat
,
perhaps
the
possession
Of
Heav'n
at
last
;
but
straight
sounds
in
their
Ear
,
Deny
thy self
;
come
,
part
with
all
that
's
dear
For
Jesus
sake
.
Ah!
this
they
cannot
bear
.
The
Young-man
ran
,
he
seem'd
to
be
in
haste
,
But
news
of
this
,
did
all
his
courage
blast
.
The
gate
is
strait
;
O!
't
is
no
easie
thing
To
for-go
all
in
love
to
this
blest
King.
The
way
is
narrow
which
leads
unto
life
,
'T
is
Self-denial
,
that
begets
the
strife
.
'Twixt
Flesh
and
Spirit
there
's
a
constant
War
,
They
opposite
,
and
quite
contraries
are
.
As
Fire
and
Water
,
Light
and
Darkness
be
,
Such
diff●ring
Natures
never
can
agree
,
So
between
these
is
like
antipathie
.
The
flesh
is
like
the
Young-man
,
give
's
attention
To
what
the
Preacher
says
,
until
he
mention
His
bosom-sin
,
the
Lust
he
so
much
loves
;
This
makes
him
face
about
,
and
back
removes
.
He
goes
away
,
yet
lov'd
to
hear
Christ
preach
Up
Legal
works
▪
but
when
he
came
to
reach
His
Dalilah
,
that
blow
so
griev'd
his
heart
,
That
Christ
and
he
immediately
must
part
.
His
great
possessions
could
not
give
to
th'
poor
,
Though
he
had
th'
promise
of
abundance
more
Treasures
above
;
but
being
not
content
To
pay
that
price
for
Heaven
,
away
he
went.
How
loth's
the
Flesh
to
yield
,
that
Grace
may
win
The
happy
Conquest
of
a
Bosom-sin
?
How
will
it
plead
,
how
wittily
debate
,
Excuse
,
or
argue
,
to
extenuate
The
Crime
?
at
length
it
yields
,
forc'd
to
give
way
.
But
first
cry's
out
,
O
give
me
leave
to
stay
A
year
,
a
month
,
a
week
,
at
least
one
day
:
Put
when
it
sees
it
cannot
that
obtain
,
The
loser
looks
,
and
pleads
yet
once
again
:
Ah!
let
my
fond
,
my
fainting
,
breaking
heart
Hug
it
the
other
time
,
before
we
part
.
Much
like
Rebeckah's
Friends
,
the
flesh
appears
;
It
parts
with
sin
,
but
't
is
with
floods
of
tears
.
Each
has
his
Darling
,
his
beloved
sin
,
Whilst
unconverted
,
much
delighted
in
.
Give
me
,
say
some
,
but
leave
to
heap
up
Treasure
,
And
I
'le
abandon
all
forbidden
pleasure
.
Others
again
there
be
that
only
prize
The
popular
applause
of
being
wise
,
A
name
of
being
learn'd
,
judicious
,
grave
,
Able
Divines
,
't
is
this
too
many
crave
.
Some
boast
their
natural
and
acquired
parts
,
Which
take
the
ears
of
some
,
seduce
the
hearts
Of
many
simple
Souls
who
go
astray
;
While
others
are
for
feasting
day
by
day
.
There
's
some
delight
in
drinking
choice
of
Wine
,
Whilst
others
are
to
Gaming
more
inclin'd
.
That
sin
that
finds
more
favour
than
the
rest
,
That
is
thy
darling
sin
,
thou
knowst
it
best
.
O
search
thy
bosom
well
,
pry
,
pry
within
,
Till
thou
findst
out
thy
own
beloved
sin
,
That
gives
thee
kisses
,
that
's
the
lust
that
slays
thee
.
O
that
's
the
cursed
Judas
which
betrays
thee
.
Ah!
see
how
blind
,
how
foolish
Sinners
are
;
Like
to
rebellious
Saul
,
they●l
Ag●g
spare
,
They
entertain
this
Lust
close
in
their
heart
,
And
are
indeed
as
loth
with
it
to
part
,
As
with
a
Hand
or
Eye
;
and
therefore
she
Crys
out
with
Sampson
,
O
this
pleases
me
.
Ah!
I
will
freely
part
with
all
the
rest
,
Might
I
but
hug
this
Darling
in
my
breas●
.
Souls
once
convicted
,
quickly
do
begin
To
hate
,
detest
,
and
leave
all
grosser
sin
;
Sins
visible
unto
the
natural
Eye
,
Such
which
are
of
the
black
and
deepest
die
,
They
are
possest
with
such
a
dread
and
fear
,
They
'l
not
touch
them
,
nor
venture
to
come
near
These
foul
defilements
—
nay
,
such
spots
disdainf
Then
presently
conclude
they
'r
born
again
,
And
shall
be
sav'd
,
though
bosom
lusts
remain
.
And
if
at
any
time
some
beams
of
light
Discover
secret
Sin
,
or
Conscience
s●ite
,
Or
touch
the
Dalilah
,
they
then
begin
To
think
of
making
covers
for
such
sin
,
(
Which
in
the
secret
of
the
bosom
lies
)
With
the
fair
Mantle
of
Infirmities
.
But
if
at
any
time
the
searching
Word
,
Which
cuts
and
trys
like
a
two-edged
Sword
,
Pierces
the
heart
,
and
will
divide
asunder
The
soul
and
spirit
,
and
e're
long
bring
under
These
Soul-deluding
Covers
,
and
espies
Those
secret
Lusts
which
in
each
corner
lies
;
And
doth
unmask
those
evils
,
and
disclose
,
The
Soul's
hypocrisie
,
yea
and
expose
It's
nakedness
to
view
,
unto
its
shame
:
Now
,
now
the
Flesh
begins
to
change
the
name
Of
every
Lust
that
lies
so
closely
hidden
,
Soul
,
touch
not
,
saith
the
Lord
,
't
is
Fruit
forbidden
.
O!
saith
the
Flesh
,
't
is
pleasant
in
mine
eyes
;
Yea
,
says
the
Tempter
,
Soul
,
't
will
make
thee
wise
;
Taste
,
it
is
sweet
,
the
liberty
is
thine
;
And
Wisdom
is
a
Vertue
most
divine
.
And
Vertue
,
saith
the
flesh
,
will
make
thee
shine
.
Christ
he
prohibits
Souls
from
taking
pleasure
In
laying
up
their
bags
of
Earthly
Treasure
;
For
these
things
have
in
them
a
secret
Art
,
To
steal
away
th'
affections
of
the
Heart
:
Christ
tells
the
Soul
,
Our
Hevenly
Father
knows
What
't
is
we
want
,
and
so
much
he
allows
Which
he
sees
best
,
which
we
contentedly
Should
take
from
him
,
who
will
our
wants
supply
,
And
no
good
thing
from
us
will
he
deny
.
But
hark
!
What
saith
the
Flesh
?
O
Soul
,
saith
she
,
In
this
give
ear
and
harken
unto
me
:
'T
is
not
unlawful
here
to
lay
up
Treasure
,
Provided
thou
therein
tak'st
no
great
pleasure
.
The
World
thou
seest
disdains
those
wch
are
poor
;
And
if
thou
'rt
Rich
,
thou●lt
be
ador'd
the
more
.
Nay
,
if
thou
once
arrivest
at
the
pitch
Of
being
by
the
World
accounted
Rich
,
Thy
words
will
far
the
greater
influence
have
,
And
may'st
thereby
perchance
more
rich
ones
save
.
Besides
all
this
;
when
Rich
,
thou
mayest
feed
With
thy
abundance
such
who
suffer
need
.
And
this
also
will
take
thee
off
from
care
,
Which
is
to
some
a
most
perplexing
snare
,
And
thou
for
God
may'st
the
more
hours
spare
.
If
thou
art
poor
,
and
of
strict
conversation
,
That
will
not
be
a
fit
Accommodation
To
draw
men
by
;
for
some
thereby
are
frighted
,
Who
might
by
temporizing
be
invited
.
Accommodate
thy
sel●
to
all
,
become
All
things
to
all
men
,
that
thou
mayst
gain
some
.
These
subtil
Covers
doth
the
Flesh
devise
,
To
hide
those
sins
which
in
the
bosom
lies
;
And
by
this
crafty
course
perhaps
a
while
The
poor
unwary
Soul
it
may
beguile
.
And
if
Apollyon
sees
the
Creature
yield
In
this
respect
,
he
's
Victor
in
the
Field
;
He
glory's
in
the
Conquest
he
has
gain'd
,
As
if
a
Diadem
he
had
obtain'd
.
But
now
,
behold
,
here
comes
her
former
Friend
'
Christ's
precious
Love
this
once
to
recommend
.
True
Ministers
are
filled
with
compassion
,
As
their
long
patience's
worth
all
commendation
.
The
preciousness
now
of
the
Soul
you
'l
hear
,
And
how
things
go
within
he
will
declare
.
He
'l
call
her
Conscience
to
examination
;
For
Conscience
't
is
must
give
a
full
Relation
Of
all
false
Covers
—
Nay
,
and
will
reveal
Those
secret
Lusts
the
Flesh
seems
to
conceal
.
Theologue
.
Conscience
,
thou
knowst
,
and
privy
art
to
all
The
secret
strivings
,
and
the
words
let
fall
To
bring
the
Soul
to
join
in
bonds
of
love
With
Jesus
Christ
,
and
finally
remove
Her
heart
from
sin
,
yea
from
the
smallest
evil
;
One
sin
belov'd
will
send
her
to
the
Devil
.
Speak
therefore
now
,
her
inward
parts
reveal
:
What
faith
hath
she
,
what
love
,
and
O
what
zeal
,
What
indignation
,
care
,
and
what
desire
?
Is
she
inflamed
,
is
she
all
on
fire
In
love
to
him
,
who
out
of
love
did
die
,
Her
to
espouse
,
and
save
Eternally
?
Conscience
.
She
loves
,
(
but
who
?
)
she
sighs
,
Sir
,
shall
I
speak
?
She
's
doubtfull
still
,
she
knows
not
which
to
take
.
Some
kind
of
love
,
some
faint
desires
do
rise
Within
her
breast
,
but
then
the
Enemies
Immediately
such
great
disturbance
cause
,
That
she
's
amaz'd
,
and
put
into
a
pause
.
Although
she
dos
love
Christ
,
I
must
confess
,
Some
secret
sin
is
favour'd
ner'theless
.
She
wants
some
glorious
Rays
,
her
eyes
are
dim
,
She
never
yet
had
a
true
sight
of
him
.
I
must
speak
all
,
e'en
the
whole
truth
impart
;
Alas
!
she
has
new
Objects
in
her
heart
.
Her
love
is
treach'rous
,
her
affections
burn
Chiefly
to
self
,
loves
Christ
to
serve
her
turn
.
And
such
a
Legalist
she
's
become
now
,
To
her
own
drag
she
blindfoldly
do's
vow
To
offer
Incense
;
in
her
seeming
grace
She
glory
's
much
,
nay
,
sets
it
in
the
place
Of
Jesus
Christ
,
and
on
that
Idol
pores
;
This
is
the
Object
now
she
most
adores
.
Theologue
.
Wilt
thou
expose
thy self
to
scoff
and
shame
.
And
bring
a
blot
for
ever
on
thy
name
?
A
Monster
(
thou
)
in
Nature
wilt
appear
,
To
all
who
of
thy
faults
and
folly
hear
.
Canst
be
so
vile
,
so
impudent
,
and
base
?
Disloval
Soul
!
how
canst
thou
still
give
place
To
Jesus's
Foes
,
and
up
an
Idol
set
?
What
,
offer
sacrifice
to
thy
own
Net
?
I
stand
ama●'d
●
what
guilt
is
on
thy
head
?
Remember
that
black
Bill
,
what
crimes
are
spread
Before
thine
Eyes
already
.
But
,
now
,
further
,
〈◊〉
to
charge
thee
with
another
Murther
,
Committed
on
a
spotless
Man
;
nay
,
worse
,
Thou
letst
him
be
betrayed
to
the
Curse
Of
a
most
shameful
Death
;
nay
,
what
exceeds
,
His
hands
,
feet
,
sides
die
,
and
his
Soul
still
bleeds
;
And
what
is
worst
of
all
,
he
is
God's
Son
,
On
whom
this
bloody
Tragedy
was
done
;
Thy
Friend
(
O
Soul
)
who
came
down
from
above
,
To
sue
to
thee
for
kindnesses
and
love
.
And
yet
doth
he
,
whose
blood
thy
hands
have
shed
,
Sue
unto
thee
;
nay
his
deep
wounds
do
plead
For
mercy
,
and
he
's
able
to
forgive
:
He
's
God
as
well
as
Man
;
dead
,
yet
doth
live
,
What
Object
is
't
thou
hast
got
in
thine
eye
?
Dost
think
the
Law
can
help
thee
?
make
hast
,
fly
;
For
't
is
by
that
thou
stand'st
condemn'd
to
die
.
Seek
a
Divorcement
:
stand'st
thou
still
in
doubt
'Twixt
Law
&
Grace
?
strange
!
canst
thou
not
find
out
What
Judgment
told
thee
?
sure
thou
knowest
better
:
It
is
severe
,
O!
't
is
a
killing
Letter
.
'T
is
time
to
leave
that
Husband
,
and
for-go
All
hopes
from
him
,
who
seeks
thy
overthrow
.
Christ
has
fulfill'd
it
,
he
alone
has
life
;
And
if
thou
once
art
his
espoused
Wife
,
Thou
wilt
receive
a
full
discharge
from
all
Those
Debts
,
those
Deaths
,
and
dangers
wch
inthral
The
Souls
of
those
,
whose
blind
deceived
breast
Seeks
to
self-righteousness
for
peace
and
rest
.
Thou
canst
not
(
Soul
)
become
a
Virgin
Spouse
,
Until
thou
art
divorced
from
all
vows
To
that
,
nay
to
Relations
,
though
they
're
dear
Must
thou
the
lesser
love
,
and
kindness
bear
.
Thy
Fathers
house
,
and
all
,
thou
must
forsake
,
If
thou
this
happy
Contract
e're
dost
make
.
Yield
thy
whole
heart
to
Christ
,
bend
to
his
feet
In
pure
simplicity
;
there
's
ground
for
it
:
For
he
that
lay
within
a
Virgins
Womb
,
And
who
was
buried
in
a
Virgin-Tomb
;
He
that
alone
did
lead
a
Virgin-Life
,
Must
have
a
chast
and
holy
Virgin-Wife
.
Needst
thou
more
motives
still
?
what
shall
I
say
,
What
shall
I
speak
to
move
thee
?
I
will
lay
The
nature
of
the
Soul
unto
thy
view
:
Wouldst
know
its
worth
?
read
then
what
dos
ensue
,
First
.
'T
is
capable
,
such
is
its
nature
,
State
,
On
Great
Jehovah's
Pow'r
to
contemplate
:
It
searches
,
prys
and
nicely
looks
about
On
Nature's
frame
,
and
finds
the
former
out
.
David's
amaz'd
when
he
doth
cast
his
Eye
On
all
the
glorious
things
beneath
the
skie
;
He
looked
up
and
down
,
above
,
and
under
,
And
stood
astonish'd
,
seeing
cause
of
Wonder
;
And
then
reflecting
his
own
frame
,
did
see
Nature's
great
Volume
,
blest
Epitome
.
Fearfully
am
I
made
:
how
canst
tell
?
His
Answer
is
,
My
Soul
knows
it
full
well
.
We
should
have
known
no
more
of
Earth
,
or
Heav'n
Than
the
brut●
beasts
,
had
not
Jehovah
given
This
precious
Soul
to
us
:
O
then
be
wise
,
And
it
secure
as
the
chiefest
Prize
.
Secondly
.
Nay
more
then
this
,
the
Scripture
makes
relation
'T
is
capable
of
glorious
Inspiration
.
There
is
in
Man
a
Soul
,
a
Spirit
do's
live
And
move
in
him
,
to
which
the
Lord
doth
give
By
Inspiration
,
Wisdom
,
Knowledg
,
Fear
,
That
fools
know
more
than
the
Philosopher
.
The
Soul's
God's
Candle
,
a
light
of
acceptation
,
But
from
himself
must
come
its
Information
.
Shall
not
this
Candle
(
pray
you
)
lighted
be
?
O
let
God's
Spirit
(
Soul
)
inlighten
thee
.
Thirdly
.
Nay
,
once
again
,
it
's
Nature
to
declare
,
'T
will
sweet
Impressions
take
,
God's
Image
bear
.
It
bore
it
once
,
O
then
,
how
did
it
shine
!
A
glorious
shadow
of
him
,
who
's
Divine
:
But
now
't
is
blurr'd
,
and
soil'd
by
filthy
dust
;
O
't
is
defac'd
and
spoil'd
by
means
of
Lust
.
But
he
who
stamp'd
it
there
at
first
,
can
make
It
once
again
a
new
Impression
take
:
He
can
wash
off
the
soil
,
refine
the
Ore
,
And
make
it
shine
fairer
than
heretofore
,
O
what
a
glorious
thing
!
how
rare
't
will
be
,
When
God
renews
his
Image
once
in
thee
?
Lose
not
the
Soul
,
(
the
wax
)
for
nought
can
bear
This
Image
then
,
nor
can
that
loss
repair
.
Fourthly
.
The
Soul
's
glorious
Piece
,
wherein
doth
lie
So
great
an
Excellence
,
as
doth
out-vy
All
outward
Glory
:
for
't
is
only
she
That
's
capable
of
so
great
Dignitie
To
be
espoused
to
the
Glorious
Three
.
Strange
condescention
!
an
amazing
thing
!
What
joy
and
ravishment
from
hence
may
spring
Up
unto
thee
,
when
into
't
thou
dost
pry
;
Will
the
high
God
take
sweet
complacency
In
such
a
one
?
What
,
doth
he
please
to
chuse
Thee
for
his
dear
Consort
,
make
thee
his
Spouse
?
May'st
thou
in
Christ's
dear
Arms
and
Bosom
lie
?
Ah!
is
the
Soul
the
Jewel
of
his
Eye
?
Can
any
joy
and
sweetness
be
like
this
?
Can
worldly
Comforts
raise
thee
to
such
bliss
?
What
,
is
thy
Soul
capable
of
such
Union
;
And
doth
there
flow
from
thence
such
rare
Communion
?
Admire
it
!
is
not
one
kiss
worth
more
,
Than
all
the
Riches
of
the
Eastern
shore
?
O!
lose
not
then
thy
Soul
!
Ah!
who
would
miss
Of
this
sweet
Union
and
Eternal
Bliss
?
Fifthly
.
It
's
nature
,
worth
,
and
rare
transcendency
,
Appears
in
that
great
i●congruity
,
And
weakness
of
all
Creatures
to
suffice
it
;
And
from
this
ground
great
cause
hast
thou
to
prize
it
.
Nothing
but
God
himself
can
satisfie
That
precious
Soul
,
which
in
thy
breast
do's
lie
.
The
Univers●s
too
little
,
th'
whole
Creation
Will
not
appease
its
longing
expectation
.
How
vast's
the
Deeps
?
how
lotty
the
desires
Of
Man's
poor
Soul
,
above
all
bounds
aspires
▪
It
seeks
,
it
prys
,
and
views
all
kind
of
Treasure
,
And
still
it
craves
,
its
wishes
know
no
measure
.
It
walks
again
,
it
rambles
,
O
it
flies
,
And
ransacks
all
the
secret
Treasuries
Of
Art
and
Nature
,
hurried
,
nay
't
is
driven
To
and
fro
,
being
restless
,
till
to
Heaven
It
casts
a
look
,
and
Jesus
does
espy
,
And
then
full
soon
with
greatest
joy
doth
cry
,
O
there
's
the
Pearl
!
I
must
have
him
,
or
die
.
Thou
must
expect
no
peace
,
there
's
nought
can
still
it
,
Nor
give
it
rest
till
God
himself
do's
fill
it
,
Hark
to
its
sighs
,
do
not
befool
and
cheat
it
,
Nor
of
its
wishings
baffle
and
defeat
it
:
For
nothing
but
that
God
that
made
it
,
can
Suffice
the
Soul
,
the
precious
Soul
of
Man.
Sixthly
.
What
thinkst
thou
of
that
price
,
that
price
of
blood
Which
Christ
laid
down
?
does
it
not
cry
aloud
?
O
precious
is
the
Soul
!
it
cost
full
dear
:
Doth
not
this
noise
sound
always
in
thine
Ear
?
Seventhly
.
Don't
Satan's
rage
,
his
enmity
,
and
wrath
Against
the
Soul
,
shew
forth
its
precious
worth
?
Take
pleasures
here
,
and
Coffers
fill
with
Coin
,
The
Shop
with
Wares
,
&
Cellars
with
rich
Wine
:
Let
him
but
have
the
Soul
,
he
does
not
care
,
Take
what
you
please
besides
,
and
do
not
spare
.
He
rages
when
one
Soul
escapes
his
paws
;
Ah!
that
's
the
Prize
his
black
and
bloody
jaws
Are
open
for
.
These
Demons
grin
,
and
swell
With
venom
great
,
and
Councils
hold
in
Hell
,
(
As
hath
been
hinted
)
that
by
craft
they
may
Catch
the
poor
Soul
,
and
this
Pearl
bear
away
,
That
,
that
's
the
Morsel
,
that
's
their
only
prey
.
Eighthly
.
Its
blest
Infusion
,
and
God's
constant
care
For
food
and
Ornaments
which
he
does
spare
,
For
to
adorn
her
on
th'
espousal
day
,
Fully
declares
this
Truth
,
therefore
we
may
Amazed
stand
,
and
wondring
all
ways
cry
,
O
precious
Soul
!
thy
worth
and
exc'llency
Is
very
great
,
who
can
it
comprehend
?
It
's
that
which
does
oft-times
to
Christ
ascend
In
strong
desires
,
and
longings
:
O!
't
will
pry
Into
all
places
for
his
Company
.
She
in
his
sight
rejoyces
,
and
is
glad
;
But
when
once
gone
,
she
sighs
,
she
mourns
,
is
sad
.
All
other
joy
's
but
meer
perplexity
;
Without
his
love
,
't
will
swoun'd
away
,
nay
die
.
Nothing
but
Grace
,
Heaven's
off-spring
,
can
revive
it
;
And
nought
but
sighs
of
Jesus
can
●nlive
it
.
These
things
considered
,
may
make
thee
see
Its
worth
,
nay
more
,
how
also
't
is
with
thee
.
Ninthly
.
How
shall
we
prize
the
Soul
?
what
rate
shall
we
Upon
her
set
?
O
what
against
her
weigh
?
Come
,
bring
the
ballance
,
and
now
let
us
try
What
further
worth
or
preciousness
doth
lie
In
the
fair
Soul
:
't
is
done
,
all
Golden
Ore
Of
both
the
Indies
are
i
th'
seales
,
yet
more
We
still
do
want
,
more
Riches
pray
put
in
,
All
precious
Stones
and
Pearls
;
now
weigh
agin
.
Alas
the
ballance
flies
,
here
yet
wants
weight
,
The
Soul
out-vi●s
them
all
:
Lord
,
here
's
a
sight
Th'
whole
world
at
once
is
in
yet
't
is
too
light
.
Add
world
to
world
,
and
heap
ten
thousand
more
,
Were
there
so
many
,
could
you
find
such
store
,
Yet
would
the
Soul
in
worth
exceed
them
far
.
Nay
,
I
might
multiply
,
and
yet
not
e●r
.
Oh!
then
take
heed
thou
dost
not
chaffer
so
,
To
get
the
World
,
and
in
exchange
let
go
This
precious
Soul
:
nor
let
it
be
thought
strange
,
What
shall
a
Man
for
's
Soul
give
in
exchange
?
Tenthly
.
She
is
Immortal
,
O
she
cannot
die
;
Though
't
was
not
so
from
all
Eternity
.
She
was
created
,
but
in
such
a
state
,
Man
can't
her
kill
,
nor
h●r
annihilate
.
Her
Beings
such
,
h●r
Life
shall
still
remain
(
Although
the
body
die
)
in
bliss
or
pain
.
Then
hast
then
not
good
ground
to
watch
&
ward
With
wary
eye
,
and
set
a
constant
guard
Upon
the
portals
of
the
treach'rous
heart
,
Lest
of
this
Jewel
thou
dec●ived
art
?
What
Man
to
gain
a
shilling
,
would
let
go
A
Pearl
of
such
great
price
and
value
?
who
Would
think
that
Men
,
accounted
grave
and
wise
,
●or
toys
and
trifles
should
their
Souls
despise
?
Many
,
I
fear
there
be
,
who
day
by
day
,
To
gain
a
Gr●●at
,
unjustly
,
giv●t
away
;
Whilst
others
prostitute
it
to
their
lust
:
Nay
,
do
by
it
,
as
by
a
bone
or
crust
That
's
cast
unto
the
Dog
for
him
to
knaw
.
This
Dog
's
the
Devil
,
whose
wide
stretcht●out
jaw
Stand
gaping
for
't
:
his
Eyes
are
upon
all
,
Knowing
when
e're
they
sin
,
they
let
it
fall
.
O
then
take
heed
;
and
if
this
Dog
should
fawn
,
Or
wag
his
Tail
,
let
not
so
sweet
a
pawn
Of
future
Glory
be
contemn'd
or
lost
,
Think
,
think
from
whence
it
came
,
&
what
it
cost
.
CHAP.
VII
.
Christ's
Love
Epitomiz'd
,
the
Old-man
wounded
,
Will
made
willing
:
shewing
also
the
nature
of
the
Soul's
Espo●sal
to
Christ
.
IF
all
that
hath
been
said
yet
will
not
move
thee
To
close
with
Christ
,
I
once
again
will
prove
thee
,
By
making
of
a
brief
or
short
collection
Of
his
sweet
Love
and
wonderful
Affection
;
And
then
I
trust
thou
wilt
with
sacred
Vows
Contract
thy self
to
him
,
become
his
Spouse
,
Whose
left
hand
's
full
of
Treasure
,
in
his
right
Are
Honours
great
,
and
Pleasures
infinite
.
A
Prince
(
you
know
)
dispos'd
to
make
Election
Of
a
Consort
,
before
he
'l
place
Affection
,
Will
first
enquire
if
the
Virgin
be
In
Person
,
Parts
,
Estate
,
or
Pedigree
Equal
unto
himself
:
but
if
in
case
She
be
of
low
descent
,
of
Parents
base
,
Compar'd
with
his
;
or
not
so
noble
born
,
Or
has
debas'd
her self
,
or
is
forlorn
;
He
thinks
it
is
below
him
once
to
place
,
Or
fix
his
love
on
her
,
he
fears
disgrace
:
But
if
the
Lady
chance
to
equalize
him
,
She
's
not
so
much
oblig'd
to
love
or
prize
him
'
Yond
common
bounds
,
because
,
saith
she
,
I
am
No
whit
inferiour
unto
him
;
my
name
Records
the
noble
stock
from
whence
I
came
.
But
if
a
Prince
should
chance
to
set
his
love
Upon
a
person
that
has
nought
to
move
So
great
a
Lord
to
make
that
choice
,
then
she
Amazed
,
yields
with
all
humilitie
;
Can
do
no
less
than
humbly
give
consent
,
Yield
up
her self
with
great
astonishment
;
But
she
who
doth
reject
such
love
,
is
acted
Like
one
bereav'd
of
sense
,
nay
quite
distracted
.
Misguided
Soul
!
and
is
not
this
the
case
?
What
worth
's
in
thee
to
him
?
O!
vile
,
and
base
!
Instead
of
love
,
deservest
to
be
hated
,
Since
from
thy
God
thou
hast
degenerated
,
And
yet
the
blessed
Jesus
don't
despise
thee
,
But
from
thy
loathsom
dunghil
fain
would
raise
thee
.
But
to
proceed
,
I
now
will
give
to
thee
Of
Christ's
sweet
Love
a
short
Epitome
.
1.
'T
is
a
first-love
,
as
soon
as
he
past-by
,
And
saw
thee
in
thy
blood
,
he
cast
his
Eye
Whilst
thou
in
that
sad
gore
didst
weltring
lie
.
Nay
,
unto
thee
most
precious
love
he
had
Before
the
fabrick
of
this
World
mas
made
.
2.
It
is
attracting
Love
,
its
nature
's
such
,
'T
is
like
the
Loadstone
;
hadst
thou
once
a
touch
,
'T
would
make
thy
Iron-heart
with
speed
to
move
,
Nay
,
cleave
to
him
in
bonds
of
purest
Love.
3.
'T
is
a
free
Love
,
there
's
nought
at
all
in
thee
Which
can
deserve
his
favour
,
yet
does
he
Not
grutch
thee
his
dear
Love
,
although
so
great
,
The
glorious
King
of
Kings
does
oft
intreat
Those
Souls
to
his
imbraces
,
who
contemn
His
proffer'd
grace
,
and
still
love
shews
to
them
.
4.
'T
is
'
bounding
Love
,
like
Nilus
,
overflows
All
banks
and
bounds
,
his
Grace
no
limit
knows
.
5.
'T
is
a
delighting
Love
,
there
's
nought
more
sweet
,
She
found
it
so
who
washt
his
precious
feet
.
He
takes
delight
and
sweet
complacency
In
those
he
loves
,
his
heart
affects
his
Eye
.
He
resteth
in
his
love
;
and
who
can
turn
His
heart
away
,
or
damp
those
flames
that
burn
In
his
dear
breast
?
none
ever
lov'd
as
he
,
Who
for
his
Spouse
was
nailed
to
the
Tree
.
6.
It
is
a
Victor's
Love
;
he
'l
wound
and
kill
All
Enemies
who
do
oppose
his
Will
;
Where
he
lays
Siege
,
he
'l
make
the
Soul
to
yield
,
By
love
he
overcomes
and
wins
the
Field
;
His
Captive
(
Soul
)
thou
certainly
must
be
:
His
love
is
such
,
't
will
have
the
Victorie
.
7.
It
is
abiding
and
Eternal
Love
,
'T
will
last
as
long
as
he
,
nought
can
remove
His
love
from
such
on
whom
he
casts
his
Eye
,
And
for
whose
sake
alone
he
chose
to
die
.
The
love
which
did
appear
to
Saints
of
old
,
Did
graciously
this
glorious
Truth
unfold
.
I
with
an
everlasting
Love
,
saith
he
,
Have
set
my
heart
upon
(
or
loved
)
thee
,
And
therefore
I
have
drawn
thee
unto
me
.
Know
he
who
thus
doth
his
sweet
love
commend
To
his
dear
Saints
,
loves
them
unto
the
end
.
8.
'T
is
a
great
Love
,
most
powerful
and
strong
;
Hence
't
is
he
thinks
each
hour
and
minute
long
,
Till
he
imbrace
thee
in
his
Sacred
Arms
,
Where
he
'l
secure
thee
from
all
the
harms
And
dangers
great
,
by
Men
or
hellish
charms
.
Fathers
,
although
they
love
their
Children
dear
,
Yet
never
did
from
them
such
love
appear
.
David
lov'd
Absolom
,
yet
gives
consent
,
Nay
he
himself
decrees
his
banishment
.
A
Mother
may
forget
her
sucking
Child
,
As
some
have
done
,
although
of
nature
mild
,
Yet
forc'd
by
famine
,
cruelly
have
shed
Their
Childrens
bloud
,
and
of
their
flesh
have
fed
:
But
Ah!
his
Love
's
so
free
,
so
strong
,
so
great
,
He
gives
his
bloud
to
drink
,
his
flesh
for
meat
Unto
the
Soul
;
and
those
who
it
receive
,
Shall
never
die
,
and
none
but
such
can
live
.
9.
His
Love
is
matchless
,
't
is
without
compare
,
Who
neither
flesh
,
now
bloud
,
nor
life
did
spare
.
The
love
of
Women
,
which
the
World
esteems
Most
strong
in
sweet
affection
;
their
love
seems
An
empty
shadow
,
and
not
worth
regard
,
When
with
his
Sacred
Love
it
is
compar'd
.
The
Husbands
,
Wives
,
and
Fathers
may
abound
,
Yet
no
such
love
as
Christ's
was
ever
found
.
Abraham
and
Isaac
both
lov'd
their
Wives
,
Yet
neither
of
them
sacrific'd
their
lives
.
Jonathan's
love
to
David
did
exceed
The
love
of
Women
;
't
was
a
Love
indeed
!
But
what
was
Jonathan
●s
great
love
to
this
?
Ah!
less
than
nothing
,
when
compar'd
to
his
.
Christ's
love
exceeds
all
natural
Love
as
far
As
bright
Aurora
doth
the
smallest
Star.
But
Oh!
in
vain
do
we
compare
his
Love
With
any
thing
below
▪
no
,
't
is
above
Comparison
,
't
is
so
immense
,
so
great
,
We
cannot
find
it
out
:
though
Man's
concert
Is
larger
than
expression
,
though
profound
,
Yet
Man's
conception
never
yet
could
sound
The
depth
of
Love's
unfathomable
bliss
,
So
great
,
so
deep
,
so
bottomless
it
is
.
Betwixt
his
Love
and
ours
,
the
disproportion
Is
like
one
drop
of
Water
to
the
Ocean
.
Or
as
the
smallest
dust
that
's
fiercely
driven
,
To
the
whole
Globe
;
or
like
as
Earth's
to
Heaven
The
Sun
for
clearness
with
his
splendent
face
,
The
Moon
for
swiftness
in
her
Zodiack
Race
;
The
Sa●ds
for
nomber
,
and
the
Heaven
for
height
The
Seas
for
depth
,
the
ponderous
earth
for
weight
Yet
with
more
certainty
▪
and
with
less
doubt
Be
weigh'd
and
measur'd
▪
than
Christ's
love
foun●
out
O
depth
!
O
heigth
!
O
breadth
!
O
wonderous
length
Of
this
great
Love
!
O
uncompared
strength
Of
true
affections
!
Love
that
is
Divine
!
What
's
natural
love
;
Lord
,
when
compar'd
to
thine
?
Such
a
redundancy
of
Love
is
found
,
Whoever
dives
into
these
depths
is
drown'd
.
Ten
thousand
Sea
,
ten
thousand
times
told
o're
,
Add
to
these
Seas
,
ten
times
as
many
more
,
Let
all
these
Seas
become
one
deep
Abyss
,
They'd
all
come
short
in
depth
compar'd
to
this
.
The
Moral
,
Natural
,
nor
the
Spiritual
Man
,
With
all
their
Understanding
,
never
can
Find
out
the
Nature
of
Christ's
Love
!
alas
,
It
doth
all
Knowledg
'
nfinitely
surpass
.
O
may
these
Depths
&
Heigths
have
pow'r
to
move
On
thee
,
till
thou
art
swallowed
up
in
Love.
That
,
that
which
cannot
comprehended
be
By
Men
nor
Angels
,
may
comprehend
thee
;
And
thou
being
fill'd
with
it
,
may'st
sweetly
lie
In
depths
of
Love
unto
Eternitie
.
The
Spir't
with
this
let
fly
a
piercing
Dart
,
Which
wounded
dreadfully
her
stubborn
heart
,
It
pierc'd
to
th'
very
quick
and
made
her
smart
.
Now
,
now
she
mourns
,
Ah!
how
she
weeps
,
she
crys
,
And
water
runs
like
fountains
from
her
●ys
.
Now
her
whole
Souls
dissolved
into
tears
By
Love-sick
passions
;
yet
she
's
fill'd
with
fears
,
Lest
Christ
should
now
with
angry
frown
deny
To
give
her
one
sweet
aspect
of
his
Eye
:
Because
his
love
she
had
so
long
refus'd
,
And
wondrous
patience
shamefully
abus'd
.
Oh!
now
she
spends
whole
days
&
nights
in
prayer
,
She
sighs
and
grieves
,
but
can●t
see
Christ
appear
.
The
panting
Hart
ne'r
long'd
for
Water-brooks
More
than
does
she
for
some
reviving
looks
From
the
great
Prince
,
the
God
of
Love
&
Grace
;
But
he
at
present
seems
to
hide
his
face
.
But
stop
,
my
Mus●
,
hark
how
the
Winds
do
roar
,
All
storms
i'
th
Soul
alas●
are
not
yet
o're
.
No
sooner
did
the
Old-man
cast
his
Eyes
,
And
view'd
this
change
▪
but
in
great
wrath
did
rise
For
to
renew
the
War
▪
he
joins
afresh
With
scatter'd
force
of
Will
and
Lusts
of
th'
flesh
,
To
make
what
strength
they
can
,
with
hellish
spite
.
The
Devil
's
with
these
conquer'd
pow'rs
unite
,
Arm'd
with
despair
,
and
like
to
Lamps
,
wch
make
The
greatest
blaze
at
going
out
,
they
take
Their
blunt
and
broken
Weapons
in
their
hand
,
Resolving
Christ
in
her
shall
not
command
;
Nor
she
desert
their
cause
,
nor
break
her
Vows
With
Sin
and
Self
,
and
so
become
Christ's
Spouse
.
But
now
,
I
find
in
vain
they
do
resist
:
True
Grace
is
come
,
the
Spirit
doth
assist
.
Sin
,
World
,
the
Flesh
,
nor
Devil
,
can
long
stand
Before
the
Spirits
strong
and
pow'rful
hand
.
See
how
the
Spirit
now
doth
search
about
To
find
each
Sin
,
and
cursed
Darling
out
.
Did
you
never
behold
in
what
dread
sor●
The
wide-mouth'd
Canon
plays
upon
the
Fort
,
And
how
by
whole-sail
it
doth
batter
down
The
shattered
walls
of
a
besieged
Town
?
Even
so
the
Spirit
with
his
powerful
Sword
Makes
glorious
slaughter
,
will
no
Truce
afford
,
Kills
all
before
him
,
will
no
Quarter
give
,
Nor
will
he
suffer
any
Lust
to
live
.
The
Strong-man
,
(
Satan
)
quakes
;
good
reason
why
▪
A
stronger's
come
,
a
stronger
he
doth
spy
Is
enter'd
in
—
O
therefore
he
's
much
pain'd
;
All
,
all
is
gone
,
and
he
himself
is
chain'd
.
The
Old-man
trembling
,
likewise
thinks
to
fly
Into
some
lurking-corner
,
secretly
To
hide
himself
:
but
th'
Spirit
's
piercing
Sight
Discovers
him
,
and
now
with
heavenly
might
Laid
on
such
strokes
,
and
gave
him
such
a
wound
,
Wch
with
dire
vengance
brought
him
to
the
ground
▪
Now
the
Affections's
chang'd
,
and
Will
doth
yield
,
Being
willing
made
,
says
Grace
shall
have
the
Field
.
O
happy
season
!
and
thrice
long'd-for
hour
!
This
is
the
day
of
God's
most
mighty
Power
Upon
the
Soul.
But
hark
,
methinks
I
hear
Most
bitter
sighs
and
groans
sound
in
mine
Ear.
The
Soul
's
afflicted
!
it
is
she
doth
mourn
,
To
think
what
sorrows
for
her
Christ
hath
born
.
She
hates
,
nay
loaths
her self
to
th'
very
dust
,
And
seeks
to
mortifie
each
former
Lust
.
And
something
more
doth
still
perplex
her
mind
,
Him
whom
she
dearly
loves
,
she
cannot
find
.
Her
heart
I
fear
will
quickly
burst
asunder
,
If
any
long
time
she
should
be
prest
under
This
heavy
weight
:
no
grief
like
hers
,
is
there
:
Who
can
(
alas
)
a
wounded
Spirit
bear
?
She
's
almost
swallow'd●
up
in
deep
despair
.
You
next
shall
hear
(
if
you
attention
lend
)
How
she
bewails
the
absence
of
her
Friend
.
Soul.
Ah
me
!
I
faint
,
my
Spirits
quite
decay
,
And
yet
I
cannot
die
:
O
who
can
stay
My
sinking
Soul
,
whilst
I
these
sorrows
feel
?
My
feeble
knees
under
their
burden
reel
.
Inf●rnal
deeps
,
black
gulphs
,
where
horror
lies
,
Open
their
ghastly
mouths
before
mine
Eys
.
O
wretched
Soul
!
curs'd
Sin
!
I
might
have
been
The
Lamb's
fair
Bride
,
and
a
Celestial
Queen
,
Had
I
imbrac'd
my
Lord
,
my
King
,
my
Love
,
(
Who
was
more
faithful
than
the
Turtle
Dove
.
)
O
had
I
then
receiv
,
d
him
in
mine
Arms
,
He
would
have
sav'd
me
from
eternal
harms
.
But
now
I
fear
those
happy
days
are
past
,
And
I
poor
wretch
shall
into
Hell
be
cast
,
Bound
up
in
fetters
,
and
eternal
chains
Of
burning
Wrath
,
and
everlasting
pains
.
O
sinful
Soul
!
I
who
have
lightly
set
By
the
blest
Prince
,
who
would
have
paid
my
debt
O
he
that
would
have
freely
quit
my
score
,
Ah!
Now
I
fear
I
shall
ne're
see
him
more
.
Could
I
but
once
more
hear
his
Sacred
Voice
,
I
would
make
him
my
joy
,
and
only
choice
.
But
's
Wooing-time
I
fear
is
out
of
date
▪
〈…〉
▪
but
dread
it
is
too
late
.
I
m●lt
,
Lord
,
into
tears
,
whilst
thou
the
Sun
Of
precious
Light
,
art
hid
,
where
shall
I
run
For
Light
and
comfort
in
this
dolesom
hour
,
Whilst
I
lie
drenched
in
this
brinish
shower
?
More
would
she
speak
,
but
her
great
passion
stops
Her
mournful
speech
,
whilst
her
eys
stood-gates
ope●
,
Smote
with
despair
;
so
faint
,
she
scarce
appears
To
breath
or
live
,
but
by
her
sighs
and
tears
.
A
Friend
amidst
this
passion
straight
arriv'd
,
Whose
shining
beams
and
lustre
much
reviv'd
The
troubl'd
Soul
on
every
side
,
that
she
Cry'd
out
,
O
heavenly
Spirit
,
it
is
thee
,
Who
with
Diviner
and
mysterious
Art
Did
such
illustrious
beams
of
Glory
dart
,
Which
did
not
only
tend
to
joy
and
peace
,
But
much
inflam'd
her
heart
,
made
love
increase
,
And
lo
,
before
her
Eys
she
doth
behold
The
Prince
to
stand
,
whose
Glory
to
unfold
Is
'bove
the
reach
of
Man
,
or
Seraphim
;
And
thus
had
she
a
blessed
sight
of
him
.
Like
as
the
Sun
breaks
forth
beneath
a
Cloud
,
Whose
conqu'ring
light
cast
off
each
envious
shroud
,
And
round
about
his
beauteous
beams
displays
,
Making
,
her
Earth
like
Heav'n
with
his
bright
rays
.
This
glorious
Aspect
of
his
lovely
Eye
,
Which
she
through
Faith
beheld
,
did
by
and
by
With
such
transports
,
or
Raptures
,
on
her
seize
,
And
from
her
former
sorrows
gave
her
●ase
:
Yet
could
she
not
be
fully
satisfy'd
,
Until
the
Marriage-knot
was
firmly
ty'd
▪
A
Promise
she
endeavours
to
procure
,
To
make
Christ's
Love
and
Pardon
to
her
sure
.
She
to
this
purpose
does
her self
address
To
him
she
loves
,
with
sweet
composedness
Of
heart
and
mind
;
tho
thinking
what
she
'd
bin
,
She
's
under
fears
,
and
oft
distrest
again
;
Much
questioning
(
for
want
of
Faith
)
how
he
Could
e're
forget
past
wrongs
and
injurie
.
Soul.
Life
of
my
life
!
alas
,
Lord
,
what
am
I
?
A
wretched
Creature
;
who
deserves
to
die
A
thousand
deaths
,
nay
,
and
a
thousand
more
,
For
wounding
thee
within
,
without
,
all
o're
,
In
every
part
:
O
this
doth
make
me
mourn
,
It
melts
my
heart
to
think
what
thou
hast
born
For
a
vile
worm
.
But
wilt
thou
view
the
wound
That
's
made
in
me
?
Lord
,
I
am
drench'd
&
drown'd
In
bloud
,
and
brinish
tears
,
my
wasting
breath
,
And
sighing
Soul
,
will
period
soon
in
Death
,
Unless
thou
seal
,
and
dost
confirm
to
me
Thy
Love
by
promises
;
O!
shall
I
see
Thy
hand
stretch'd
out
?
or
shall
I
hear
thee
say
,
Come
,
come
to
me
,
poor
Soul
,
O
come
away
?
'T
is
thou
that
wilt
not
bruise
the
broken
reed
,
Hurt
not
my
sores
,
nor
crush
the
wounds
that
bleed
.
O
let
my
chilled
Soul
feel
the
warm
fires
Of
thy
sweet
Voice
,
that
my
dissolv'd
desires
May
turn
a
soveraign
Balsam
,
to
make
whole
Those
wounds
my
sins
have
made
in
thy
dear
Soul.
Ah!
wilt
thou
let
me
swoun'd
away
and
die
,
Whilst
thou
standst
looking
on
?
Lord
,
cast
an
eye
On
me
,
for
whom
thou
on
the
Cross
didst
bleed
;
Some
comfort
,
Lord
,
now
in
my
greatest
need
:
No
Corrosives
,
some
Cordial
Spir'ts
,
or
I
For
ever
perish
must
;
Lord
,
hear
my
cry
.
Jesus
.
Afflicted
Soul
!
the
purchase
of
my
Bloud
,
Come
,
hear
,
come
hear
a
consolating
Word
.
Shall
I
who
have
through
sore
Afflictions
past
For
love
of
thee
,
refuse
thee
now
at
last
?
No
,
no!
I
cannot
,
Soul
,
I
cannot
bear
Such
piercing
moans
that
wounds
my
tender
Ear
▪
Now
will
I
magnifie
my
Pow'r
and
rise
To
scatter
thy
malicious
Enemies
;
I
'le
thee
enlighten
with
my
glorious
Rays
,
And
make
thee
happy
,
happy
all
thy
days
.
Who
will
betroth
,
or
give
this
Soul
to
me
?
Let
's
Celebrate
with
great'st
Solemnity
,
And
glorious
Triump
,
the
espousal
Day
:
Come
,
come
,
my
Dear
,
let
us
no
longer
stay
.
The
Father
.
'T
is
in
my
Pow'r
,
't
is
I
,
I
give
her
thee
,
As
th'
fruit
of
my
own
Choice
,
Love
and
Decree
.
CHAP.
VIII
.
The
mutual
and
blessed
Contract
between
Christ
and
the
Sinner
.
Jesus
.
GIVE
me
thy
heart
then
,
Soul
,
I
do
betroth
Thee
unto
me
,
that
no
approaching
Wrath
May
any
ways
be
hurtful
unto
thee
,
In
Righteousness
I
thee
betroth
to
me
.
In
Judgment
also
thou
betrothed
art
,
And
all
I
have
to
thee
I
do
impart
In
faithfulness
and
tender
mercy
,
so
That
thou
thy
Lord
,
thy
Friend
,
&
God
shalt
know
.
I
do
betroth
thee
unto
me
for
ever
,
And
neither
Death
,
Nor
Earth
,
nor
Hell
shall
s●ver
Thy
Soul
from
me
.
If
thou
wilt
pay
thy
vows
,
I
will
be
thine
,
and
thou
shalt
be
my
Spouse
.
I
take
thee
now
for
better
,
and
for
worse
:
Give
me
thy
hand
,
let
's
jointly
both
of
us
With
mutual
love
tie
the
conjugal
Knot
,
Which
,
on
my
part
shall
never
be
forgot
.
My
Covenant
with
thee
is
seal'd
by
bloud
,
〈…〉
than
the
Oath
at
N●ah
●s
●lood
.
〈◊〉
my
folded
〈◊〉
I
now
do
take
thee
,
〈…〉
that
I
never
will
forsake
thee
.
●spand●
cast
behind
my
back
,
and
I
Will
〈…〉
future
in●●●mitie
.
The
Sinners
closing
with
Christ
.
Soul.
Upon
my
bended
knees
I
do
this
day
Accept
of
thee
,
my
Lord
,
my
Life
,
my
Way
▪
By
whom
alone
poor
Sinners
have
access
Unto
the
Father
;
nay
,
and
do
confess
,
Declare
,
pronounce
i'
th'
sight
of
God
,
that
I
Do
enter
now
with
all
simplicity
Into
a
Contract
with
thee
,
make
my
Vows
That
I
will
be
to
thee
a
faithful
Spouse
.
O
blessed
Jesus
,
I
'm
as
one
undone
.
A
naked
,
vile
,
loathsom
and
guilty
one
,
Unworthy
far
to
wash
the
very
feet
Of
th'
Servants
of
my
Lord
;
O
how
is
it
That
thou
,
the
glorious
Prince
,
shouldst
ever
chuse
Such
an
unworthy
Worm
to
be
thy
Spouse
:
O
what
's
thy
Love
!
O
Grace
,
beyond
expression
▪
Doth
the
great
God
on
me
place
his
affection
?
But
sith
't
is
so
,
this
I
engage
to
do
,
I
'le
leave
all
for
thy
sake
,
and
with
thee
go
.
And
in
all
things
own
thee
alone
as
Head
,
And
Husband
dear
,
by
whom
I
will
be
led
,
And
in
all
states
and
times
will
thee
obey
,
What
ever
comes
,
unto
my
dying-day
.
I
take
thee
as
my
Prophet
,
Priest
,
and
King
:
And
my
own
worthiness
in
every
thing
I
do
renounce
,
and
further
vow
that
I
Upon
thy
Bloud
and
Righteousness
will
lie
;
On
that
,
and
that
alone
,
will
I
depend
By
Faith
always
until
my
life
shall
end
.
I
covenant
with
thee
,
and
so
I
take
thee
,
And
whatsoe'r
falls
out
,
I
'le
ne'r
forsake
thee
,
But
run
all
hazards
in
this
dolesom
day
,
And
never
from
thy
holy
ways
will
stray
.
All
this
and
more
I
promise
shall
be
done
,
But
in
thy
strength
,
Lord
,
in
thy
strength
alone
.
Th'
Solemnity
thus
ended
,
presently
The
glorious
Prince
,
the
Bridegroom
,
casts
his
Eye
Upon
the
Soul
,
and
bound
up
all
her
sores
,
Nay
healed
them
,
and
cancell●d
all
her
scores
:
But
be'ng
her self
defil'd
,
she
soon
espy'd
A
precious
Fountain
flowing
from
his
side
,
A
Fountain
for
uncleanness
to
wash
in
In
which
she
bath'd
,
and
wash'd
away
her
sin
.
Then
gloriously
by
him
she
was
array'd
With
Robes
imbroid'red
,
very
richly
laid
With
Gold
and
Diamonds
,
that
she
did
seem
Like
an
adorned
Heav'nly
Seraphim
.
One
V●sture
was
especially
most
rare
,
Without
a
seam
,
much
like
what
he
did
wear
;
It
is
the
Wedding
Robe
,
both
clean
and
white
,
Whose
lustre
far
exceeds
the
Morning-light
;
And
other
garments
also
,
which
she
wore
,
Curiously
wrought
with
Silk
,
and
spangl
do're
With
stars
of
Gold
,
or
Pearl
,
of
precious
Stone
,
Enough
to
dazle
all
to
look
upon
:
Which
be'ng
made
up
of
every
precious
Grace
,
Did
cause
a
splendent
Beauty
in
her
Face
,
That
whilst
he
did
behold
her
,
could
discry
His
Father's
Image
clearly
in
her
Eye
,
Which
did
so
please
him
,
that
he
now
admires
,
And
after
this
her
Beauty
much
desires
.
O
see
the
change
,
she
which
was
once
so
foul
,
Is
now
become
a
sweet
and
lovely
Soul.
Her
beauty
far
〈◊〉
what
it
had
been
In
ancient
days
〈…〉
Eye
hath
seen
So
sweet
a
〈◊〉
▪
no
such
Virgin
Queen
.
Yet
all
her
Beauty
●ow's
but
spots
and
stains
,
To
what
it
will
be
when
her
Saviour
raigns
.
O
hear
the
melody
!
Angels
rejoice
,
Whilst
she
triumphs
in
th●●
most
happy
choice
.
Who
would
not
then
all
Earthly
Glories
slight
,
To
gain
a
minutes
taste
of
such
delight
?
No
sooner
did
Apollyon
cast
his
Eyes
On
what
was
done
,
but
furiously
did
'
rise
To
damp
her
joy
,
or
cause
her
mirth
to
cease
,
And
by
some
stratagams
to
spoil
her
peace
.
He
first
stirs
up
the
Old-man's
broken
force
For
to
estrange
her
:
if
he
can't
divorce
Her
from
her
Friend
,
yet
raises
inward
strife
,
How
to
deprive
her
of
those
joys
of
life
,
Which
do
abound
in
Lovers
every
way
,
Betwixt
th'
espousal
and
the
Marriage-day
.
A
thousand
tricks
contriv'd
before
had
he
How
to
delay
or
spoil
th'
Affinitie
.
But
if
he
can't
rob
us
of
inward
joy
,
Our
name
,
or
goods
,
or
life
he
will
destroy
.
For
failing
in
the
first
,
he
stirs
up
Foes
To
lay
upon
her
persecuting
blows
.
He
that
will
follow
Christ
,
must
look
each
day
To
have
his
worldly
comforts
took
away
.
Besides
,
the
Old-man
being
not
yet
slain
,
Great
troubles
in
her
mind
there
rose
again
.
But
her
dear
Friend
so
faithful
is
,
that
he
Will
never
leave
her
in
Adversitie
.
And
to
the
end
her
joy
may
more
abound
,
A
way
by
him
immediately
is
found
To
free
her
from
the
Old-man's
hellish
spite
,
He
must
be
crucify'd
;
but
first
they
cite
Him
to
the
Bar
to
hear
what
he
can
say
,
Why
now
his
life
should
not
be
took
away
.
But
hear
,
before
that
's
done
,
how
the
blest
Lover
Doth
his
dread
threats
and
awful
frowns
discover
Against
the
Fo●s
of
her
he
loves
so
well
,
Who
e're
they
be
,
Men
,
Lusts
,
or
Fiends
of
Hell.
He
reads
his
great
Commission
,
lets
them
know
He
in
a
moment
can
them
overthrow
.
The
dread
Power
and
awful
frowns
of
Jesus
Prince
o●
Peace
over
his
Saints
Enemies
.
When
Man
transgress'd
't
was
I
,
Eternal
I
,
Give
forth
the
Sentence
,
Thou
shalt
surely
die
.
'T
was
I
that
curs'd
the
Serpent
,
who
remains
Unto
this
day
,
and
shall
in
lasting
Chains
.
When
Cain
did
shed
his
righteous
Brother's
bloud
,
I
sentenc'd
Cain
;
't
was
I
that
brought
the
●lood
Upon
the
Earth
.
By
me
the
World
was
drowned
Proud
Babels
Language
was
by
me
confounded
.
I
am
Jehovah's
everlasting
Word
,
Who
in
my
hand
do
bear
th'
two-edg'd
Sword.
'T
was
I
,
and
only
I
that
did
Command
The
dismal
darkness
in
the
Egyptians
Land.
'T
was
at
my
Word
the
Seas
divide
in
twain
,
And
made
an
even
passage
through
the
Main
.
At
my
Command
Pharaoh
and
all
his
Host
Were
utterly
within
the
Red-Sea
lost
.
'T
was
I
that
made
Belshazz●rs
joints
to
quake
,
And
all
his
Nobles
tremble
when
I
spake
.
'T
was
I
that
made
the
Persian
Monarchs
great
,
And
threw
them
with
the
Grecians
from
their
Seat.
I
say
the
Word
,
and
Nations
are
distress'd
;
I
spake
again
,
and
the
whole
World
's
at
rest
.
Let
all
Men
stand
in
fear
and
dread
of
me
;
I
was
the
first
,
and
I
the
last
will
be
.
All
knees
shall
bow
to
me
when
I
reprove
,
And
at
my
Voice
the
Mountains
shall
remove
.
The
Earth
shall
be
dissolved
at
my
Threat
,
And
Elements
shall
melt
with
fervent
heat
.
My
Word
confines
the
Earth
,
the
Seas
,
the
Wind
,
I
am
the
great
Jehovah
unconfin'd
.
'T
is
I
divide
between
the
joints
and
Marrow
;
No
place
so
close
,
no
cranny
is
so
narrow
,
But
,
like
the
Sun
's
bright
beams
,
I
enter
in
,
Discovering
to
each
he●rt
,
the
darling
Sin
That
lodges
in
the
Soul.
'T
is
I
alone
,
Who
by
my
piercings
make
them
sigh
and
gro●n
▪
If
from
true
sense
and
sorrow
they
complain
,
I
graciously
bind
up
those
wounds
again
.
'T
is
I
that
save
the
humble
and
contrite
,
And
do
condemn
the
formal
Hypocrite
.
My
circuit's
large
,
I
coast
the
World
about
,
No
place
,
nor
secret
,
but
I
find
it
out
.
All
Nations
of
the
World
I
rule
at
pleasure
,
To
my
Dominion's
neither
bound
nor
measure
.
Therefore
,
dear
Soul
,
chear
up
,
and
do
not
fear
,
I
'le
confound
all
thy
Foes
both
far
and
near
.
And
now
I
do
command
to
bring
to
th'
Bar
That
inward
Foe
,
Old-man
,
I
wo'nt
defer
His
Tryal
l●nger
,
his
Indictments
read
,
And
he
had
leave
and
liberty
to
plead
,
And
on
his
Trial
he
deny'd
the
Fact
;
But
Conscience
swears
she
took
him
in
the
act
,
And
other
witness
too
;
but
to
be
brief
,
All
prove
him
the
Soul's
Foe
,
nay
and
the
chief
And
only
cause
of
all
the
horrid
Treason
Acted
against
the
Lord
unto
this
season
.
He
was
deny'd
to
speak
,
the
Proofs
being
clear
,
You
shall
therefore
his
fatal
Sentence
hear
:
Come
thou
base
Traytor
,
impure
Mass
of
Sin
;
That
,
Villain-like
,
dost
seek
revenge
agin
Upon
the
Soul
,
and
striv'st
to
raise
up
strife
,
Nay
thirsts
again
to
take
away
her
life
;
Hear
,
hear
thy
Sentence
,
Old-man
,
thou
must
die
,
I
can
no
pity
shew
,
nor
mind
thy
cry
:
Thy
Age
!
away
,
't
is
pity
thou
hast
bin
Spared
so
long
,
when
guilty
of
such
Sin.
Soul
,
thou
must
see
to
bring
him
in
subjection
,
With
every
evil
lust
,
and
vile
affection
.
This
heap
of
Sin
thou
must
strive
to
destroy
,
That
so
thou
maist
all
perfect
peace
enjoy
:
Under
the
strictest
bonds
let
him
abide
,
Till
he
is
slain
,
or
throughly
crucify'd
.
The
Old-man
being
sentenc'd
,
and
confin'd
,
The
Soul
is
consolated
in
her
mind
.
Affection
,
Judgment
,
Will
,
do
all
rejoyce
,
And
are
united
now
:
O
happy
choice
!
Ah!
she
admires
the
excellence
and
worth
Of
her
Beloved
,
that
she
sets
him
forth
,
As
one
that
's
ravish'd
in
the
contemplation
Of
his
great
Glory
,
and
her
exaltation
,
In
this
her
sacred
choice
:
and
this
so
raises
Her
ravish'd
senses
,
that
Angelick
praises
She
thinks
too
low
;
O
now
she
doth
discover
,
And
not
till
now
th'
affections
of
a
Lover
.
There
's
nothing
now
so
tedious
as
delay
,
Betwixt
the
'
spousal
and
the
Marriage-day
,
Her
former
joys
in
which
she
much
delighted
,
She
treads
them
under-foot
,
they
are
quite
slighted
,
Nay
altogether
loathsom
in
her
Eye
,
Compared
with
his
sacred
Company
.
Unto
the
place
where
he
appoints
to
meet
her
,
Thither
she
runs
with
speed
,
there
's
nothing
sweeter
;
Nay
there
is
nothing
sweet
,
nothing
is
dear
Or
pleasant
to
her
,
if
he
be
not
there
.
O!
saith
the
Love-sick
Soul
,
in
such
a
case
May
I
but
have
one
kiss
,
one
sweet
Imbrace
,
O
how
would
it
rejoyce
this
heart
of
mine
!
His
Love
is
better
than
the
choisest
Wine
.
His
Name
is
like
an
Ointment
poured
forth
,
And
no
such
Odour
e're
enrich'd
the
Earth
.
The
Eastern
Gums
,
Arabian
Spices
rare
,
Do
not
perfume
,
no●
so
enrich
the
Air
,
As
the
Eternal
〈◊〉
renowned
Fame
Of
his
most
preci●●s
and
most
glorious
Name
▪
Perfumes
my
Soul
,
〈◊〉
elevates
my
voice
,
Whilst
gladness
fills
my
heart
:
O
happy
choice
!
My
sacred
Friend
,
my
Life
,
my
Lord
,
and
King
,
Doth
me
into
his
secret
Chambers
bring
;
Although
ten
thousand
fall
on
either
hand
,
My
Soul
in
sa●ety
evermore
shall
stand
.
Tell
me
,
my
Lord
,
tell
me
,
my
dearest
Love
,
Where
thou
dost
feed
,
whither
the
Flocks
remove
,
And
where
they
rest
an
Noon
in
soultry
gleams
,
Bring
me
into
those
Shades
,
where
silver
streams
Of
living
Waters
flow
,
most
calm
and
still
,
There
,
there
I
'le
shelter
,
there
I
'le
drink
my
fill
.
The
Fountains
ope
,
O
see
it
runs
most
clear
,
Green
Pastures
by
;
a
●●odg
is
also
near
,
To
hide
in
●afety
,
and
to
sa●e
from
fear
Of
scotching
heat
:
●●der
.
this
shade
I
'le
rest
,
My
Love
shall
be
inclosed
in
my
breast
.
My
heart
sha●l
be
〈◊〉
lodging-place
for
ever
,
Nothing
shal
me
from
my
Beloved
●ever
.
The
terrors
of
the
Night
shall
never
harm
me
,
He
saves
from
heat
,
in
●rosts
his
love
doth
warm
me
You
Virgins
who
yet
never
felt
the
smart
Of
Love's
soul-piercing
and
heart-wounding
Da●t
.
If
all
these
sacred
Raptures
you
admire
,
Know
,
Virgins
,
know
that
this
Celestial
〈◊〉
That
's
kindl●d
in
my
breast
,
comes
from
〈◊〉
▪
And
sets
my
Soul
into
this
frame
of
Love
O
he
that
has
endured
so
much
pain
To
gain
my
Love
,
is
worthy
to
obtain
Ten
thousand
times
more
love
than
his
poor
Spouse
Is
able
to
bestow
▪
yet
shall
my
Vows
Be
daily
paid
to
him
,
in
whose
sweet
breast
My
love-sick
Soul
shall
find
eternal
rest
.
Know
,
know
I
ne'r
obtain'd
true
peace
,
befor●
My
soul
cast
〈◊〉
on
this
sacred
shore
.
All
earth●y
pleasures
are
but
seeming
mi●th
,
His
presence
is
a
Heaven
upon
Earth
.
How
heavy
,
O
how
bitter
was
the
Cross
Once
unto
me
?
to
think
upon
the
loss
Or
temporal
comf●rts
,
made
me
to
complain
But
no●
I
〈…〉
my
gain
.
Terrestrial
joys
,
as
dross
to
me
appear
;
My
joy
's
in
Heaven
,
O
my
treasure
's
there
.
Had
I
all
Riches
of
both
th'
India's
shore
At
my
command
,
ten
thousand
times
told
o're
,
My
soul
would
loath
them
,
they
should
be
abhor'd
Being
worse
than
dung
,
compared
to
my
Lord.
O
may
these
Sun-beams
never
cease
to
shine
,
By
which
I
see
that
my
Beloved's
mine
.
He
is
my
flesh
and
bone
,
therefore
will
I
Rejoyce
the
more
in
this
Affinity
.
He
is
my
All
,
my
soul
's
to
him
united
,
As
Jonathaen's
to
David
,
who
delighted
So
much
in
him
that
in
his
greatest
trouble
Dear
Jonathan
did
his
affections
double
:
When
David
was
in
great
distress
and
fear
,
Then
did
his
love
and
loyalty
appear
.
So
when
my
dear
Beloved
is
distrest
,
My
love
to
him
shall
chiefly
be
exprest
.
But
why
,
said
I
,
distrest
?
What
,
can
my
Lord
,
Who
hath
consuming
power
in
his
Word
,
Be
touch'd
by
Mortals
?
what
,
can
he
be
harm'd
,
Who
with
all
strength
of
Heaven
and
Earth
is
arm'd
?
No
,
no
;
I
must
recall
that
lavish
strain
:
No
hand
can
touch
him
,
he
cannot
sustain
The
smallest
injury
from
th'
greatest
Pow'r
;
For
in
a
breath
he
can
his
Foes
devour
.
But
now
,
methinks
,
I
presently
espy
Upon
the
Earth
the
Apple
of
his
Eye
;
Which
are
his
servants
,
nay
his
members
dear
,
Which
wicked
men
do
oft
oppress
;
O
there
My
Lord
's
distrest
:
for
if
his
Children
smart
,
O
that
doth
pierce
and
wound
his
tender
heart
.
If
cold
or
nakedness
afflicts
their
souls
,
He
sympathizes
,
and
their
state
condoles
.
It
sick
they
be
,
or
if
by
cruel
hands
They
are
in
Prison
cast
,
and
under
bands
,
And
there
with
hunger
and
with
thirst
opprest
,
He
feels
their
grief
,
he
is
in
them
distrest
.
What
wrong
soever
they
on
Earth
receive
,
'T
is
done
to
him
,
for
which
my
soul
doth
grieve
To
see
th'
afflictions
of
his
servants
here
;
This
is
the
fruit
true
loyal
Love
does
bear
.
Her
sorrows
are
his
woes
;
for
they
alone
,
Being
his
members
,
are
my
flesh
and
bone
.
And
all
make
but
one
Body
,
he
's
the
Head
,
From
whence
all
flows
,
't
is
he
alone
has
shed
His
love
abroad
,
in
this
my
love-sick
●eart
,
Whereby
I
feel
when
any
members
smart
.
My
bowels
move
and
tender
heart
does
bleed
,
VVhich
makes
me
for
his
sake
supply
their
●eed
▪
Thus
for
my
Christ
,
and
for
his
Children's
sake
I
'le
suffer
any
thing
;
yea
I
do
take
My
life
,
and
goods
,
and
all
into
my
hands
,
To
be
disposed
of
as
he
commands
But
know
for
certain
evermore
that
I
For
aid
and
help
on
him
alone
rely
.
These
pleasant
Fruits
,
O
these
delight
the
King
And
hereby
't
is
that
we
do
honour
bring
Unto
his
Name
;
all
souls
of
the
new
birth
,
VVho
are
sincere
,
this
precious
fruit
bring
●orth
▪
●et
not
these
things
seem
strange
,
because
to
few
Do
bear
such
●ruit
,
believe
the
Maxim's
true
,
That
as
the
Sun
doth
by
its
warm
reflection
Upon
the
Earth
,
produce
a
resurrection
Of
all
those
Seeds
,
which
in
the
Earth
do
〈◊〉
Hid
for
a
time
in
dark
obscurity
:
Ev'n
so
the
Sun
of
Righteousness
doth
shine
Into
this
cold
and
barren
heart
of
mine
;
The
precious
seeds
that
have
been
scattered
there
Take
root
and
blossom
,
nay
their
branches
bear
Sweet
fruit
,
being
the
product
of
those
Rays
,
VVhich
that
bright
Sun
into
my
soul
displays
.
'T
is
precious
and
most
lovely
in
his
Eye
,
Both
〈◊〉
it
▪
Beauty
and
Veracity
▪
You
Vi●g●●●
all
who
are
by
Love
invited
Into
his
〈◊〉
▪
where
he
is
delighted
With
all
his
pleasant
Fruits
▪
come
,
come
and
see
,
●ow
choice
,
f●ir
,
sweet
,
and
〈…〉
they
●e
:
One
cluster
●ere's
presented
to
thy
view
,
That
thou
mayst
s●e
,
and
then
believe
't
is
true
.
The●e
be
〈…〉
which
I
〈◊〉
n●w
〈◊〉
,
●●ve
,
Joy
,
and
Peace
,
●ong
〈◊〉
,
Holiness
,
●aith
,
Goodness
,
Tempera●●●
a●d
Charity
,
●hese
are
the
products
〈◊〉
th'
A●●inity
That
's
made
between
me
and
my
dearest
Friend
;
Nay
,
mo●e
than
these
,
Eternal
〈◊〉
i'
th'
end
.
But
i●
(
through
sin
)
thou
canst
not
cast
thine
Eye
On
these
〈◊〉
Fruits
,
then
know
assuredly
VVhen
th'
Vintage
comes
,
and
thou
beginst
to
crave
For
one
small
taste
,
one
taste
thou
canst
not
have
.
The
●ruitful
Soul
it
is
the
King
will
●●own
VVith
th'
Diad●m
of
Glory
and
Renown
.
O
let
the●e
things
the
Soul's
affections
raise
,
In
grateful
Songs
to
celebrate
the
Praise
Of
great
Jehovah
,
who
is
King
of
Kings
,
VVh●se
glorious
Praise
the
heav'nly
Quire
sings
▪
●hen
let
us
sing
on
Earth
a
Song
like
this
,
〈…〉
,
and
I
am
his
.
An
Hy●●
of
Praise
to
the
Sacred
Bridegroom
.
PRaise
in
the
Highest
,
Joy
betide
The
sacred
Bridegroom
,
and
his
Bride
,
Who
doth
in
spendor
shine
:
Let
Heaven
above
be
fill'd
with
Songs
,
In
Earth
beneath
let
all
Mens
Tongues
sing
forth
his
Praise
Divine
.
〈◊〉
sullen
Man
refuse
to
speak
,
〈◊〉
Rocks
and
Stones
their
silence
break
;
for
Heaven
and
Earth
combin●
To
tie
that
sacred
Bridal
Knot
,
O
let
it
never
be
forgot
,
the
Contract
is
Divine
.
You
holy
Seraphims
above
,
Who
do
admire
Jesus's
Love
,
O
hast
away
and
come
,
With
Men
on
Earth
your
joys
divide
;
Earth
ne'r
produc'd
so
fair
a
Bride
,
nor
Heaven
a
Bridegroom
.
Another
.
'T
is
not
the
gracious
lofty
strain
;
Nor
record
of
great
Hector's
glory
,
Nor
all
the
conquering
mighty
Train
,
Whose
Acts
have
left
the
World
a
story
;
Nor
yet
great
Cesar's
swelling
fame
,
Who
only
look'd
,
and
overcame
.
Nor
one
,
nor
all
those
Worthy
Nin●
,
Nor
Alexander's
great
Renown
,
Whose
deeds
were
thought
almost
Divine
,
When
Vic'tries
did
his
Temples
crown
▪
But
't
is
the
Lord
,
that
Holy
One
,
Whose
Praises
I
will
sing
alone
.
My
Heart
and
Tongue
shall
both
rejoyce
,
W●il●t
A●g●ls
all
in
Consort
sing
Alo●d
with
a
melodious
voice
The
praises
of
sweet
●ion's
King
▪
O
't
is
his
praise
,
that
Holy
One
,
I
am
resolv'd
to
sing
alone
.
My
Heart
indites
whilst
I
proclaim
The
Praises
of
the
God
of
Wonder
,
My
lips
still
magnifie
his
Name
,
Whose
Voice
is
like
a
mighty
Thunder
:
I
'le
praise
his
Name
,
and
him
alone
,
Who
is
the
glorious
Three
in
One.
Whose
feet
are
like
to
burning
Brass
,
Whose
Eyes
like
to
a
flaming
Fire
,
Who
bringeth
mighty
things
to
pass
,
'T
is
him
I
dread
,
and
do
admire
:
I●le
magnifie
his
Name
alone
,
Who
is
the
glorious
Three
in
One.
My
Heart
and
Pen
shall
both
express
,
The
Praises
of
great
Juda's
●ion
,
The
sweet
and
fragrant
Flower
of
Jess
,
The
holy
I
〈◊〉
,
the
King
of
Zion
.
To
him
that
sitteth
on
the
Throne
,
Be
everlasting
praise
alone
.
Whose
Head
is
whiter
than
the
Snow
That
's
driven
by
the
Eastern
Wind
,
Whose
Visage
like
a
flame
doth
show
,
〈◊〉
all
,
yet
unconfin'd
:
For
ever
prais'd
be
Him
●●one
,
Who
is
the
glorious
Three
in
One.
I
'le
praise
his
Name
,
who
hath
reveal●d
To
me
his
everlasting
Love
,
Who
with
his
stripes
my
Soul
hath
heal'd
,
Whose
Foot-stool's
here
,
his
Throne
above
,
Let
Trumps
of
Praise
be
loudly
blown
,
To
magnifie
his
Name
alone
.
This
sacred
Subject
of
my
Verse
,
Though
I
poor
silly
Mortal
should
Neglect
his
Praises
to
rehearse
,
The
ragged
Rocks
and
Mountains
would
Make
his
deser●ed
Praises
known
,
Who
is
the
glorious
Three
in
One.
You
twinkling
Stars
that
Day
and
Night
Do
your
appointed
Circuit
run
,
Sweet
Cynthia
in
her
monthly
flight
,
Also
the
bright
and
flaming
Sun
,
Throughout
the
Vniverse
make
known
The
Praises
of
the
Holy
One.
Let
every
Saint
on
Earth
rejoyce
Whom
Christ
hath
chosen
,
let
him
sing
,
Whilst
I
to
him
lift
up
my
Voice
To
sound
the
Praises
of
my
King
▪
For
He
it
is
,
and
He
alone
,
Hath
made
me
his
Beloved
one
.
FINIS
.
There
will
be
suddenly
Publish'd
another
Treatise
of
this
Author's
,
intituled
Zion
in
Distress
;
or
The
Groans
of
the
true
Protestant
Church
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A47509-e1270
*
Sat.
6.
Cessant
oracula
Delphis
†
Excessere
omnes
Adytis
Arisque
relictis
Dit
,
quibus
Imperium
hoc
steter
,
●t
,
&c.