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         Rivers, J. A. (John Abbot)
      
       
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             Devout rhapsodies: in vvhich, is treated, of the excellencie of divine Scriptures. Also, of God, his attributes. Plurality of persons. Absolute monarchie. Angels, Good, Bad, their power. How the bad fell. Tempt man. Man, his fall. Beatitude. / By J: A: Rivers.
             Rivers, J. A. (John Abbot)
          
           [8], 79, [1] p.
           
             Printed by Thomas Harper, for Daniel Frere, and are to be sold at his Shop, at the Red Bull in Little Brittaine,
             London :
             [1647]
          
           
             In verse.
             The title page has a series of brackets: after the word "of" the words "God .. beatitude" are bracketed together; within this bracket, the words "attributes. .. monarchie.", "their power.", "fell. Tempt man." and "fall. Beatitude" are bracketed together.
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           Christian poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
        
      
    
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           DEVOVT
           RHAPSODIES
           :
           IN
           VVHICH
           ,
           Is
           Treated
           ,
           of
           the
           Excellencie
           of
           Divine
           SCRIPTVRES
           .
           
             ALSO
             ,
          
           
             
               Of
            
             
               GOD
               ,
               His
               
                 
                   Attributes
                   .
                
                 
                   Plurality
                   of
                   Persons
                   .
                
                 
                   Absolute
                   Monarchie
                   .
                
              
            
             
               ANGELS
               ,
               
                 
                   Good
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bad
                   ,
                
                 
                   Their
                   Power
                   .
                
              
            
             
               How
               the
               Bad
               
                 
                   Fell
                   .
                
                 
                   Tempt
                   Man
                   .
                
              
            
             
               MAN
               ,
               His
               
                 
                   Fall
                   .
                
                 
                   Beatitude
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
         
           By
           J
           :
           A
           :
           RIVERS
           .
        
         
           Haec
           omnia
           Liber
           Vitae
           (
           Contine
           =
           t
           )
           &
           Testamentum
           Altissimi
           ,
           &
           agnitio
           Veritatis
           .
        
         
           ECCLES.
           44.
           
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ▪
          
           Printed
           by
           
             Thomas
             Harper
             ,
          
           for
           
             Daniel
             Frere
             ,
          
           and
           are
           to
           be
           sold
           at
           his
           Shop
           ,
           at
           the
           Red
           Bull
           in
           Little
           Brittaine
           .
        
      
       
       
       
         
           To
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           WHy
           according
           to
           the
           custome
           of
           the
           present
           ,
           and
           former
           ages
           ,
           I
           have
           not
           dedicated
           this
           Poeme
           to
           some
           particular
           person
           ,
           my
           motive
           was
           ,
           because
           I
           am
           engaged
           to
           many
           ,
           and
           therefore
           would
           pay
           ●bligations
           to
           many
           :
           To
           others
           though
           not
           much
           knowne
           yet
           to
           their
           worth
           ,
           and
           vertue
           ,
           I
           would
           give
           a
           testimony
           ,
           and
           expresse
           affection
           ,
           and
           performe
           all
           these
           more
           then
           with
           a
           ceremonious
           letter
           which
           ,
           though
           in
           the
           choisest
           words
           ,
           are
           like
           ,
           at
           least
           no
           more
           then
           
             Trajans
          
           Wall-flowers
           ,
           as
           our
           
             Constantine
          
           in
           derision
           of
           that
           Emperours
           too
           frequent
           inscriptions
           on
           City
           wals
           ,
           gates
           and
           bridges
           ,
           adagis'd
           :
           For
           whereas
           the
           former
           are
           but
           Innes
           of
           memory
           ,
           fame
           ,
           and
           affection
           ;
           written
           volumes
           ,
           especially
           in
           Greek
           and
           Latin
           (
           if
           good
           )
           are
           
             Mausoleums
             ,
          
           Pyramids
           ,
           constant
           h●bitations
           and
           dwelling
           Palaces
           for
           fame
           love
           ,
           and
           gratitude
           .
           In
           adressing
           the
           Sermons
           to
           particular
           personages
           ,
           I
           did
           not
           think
           much
           election
           was
           necessary
           ,
           distribution
           of
           Poems
           being
           like
           sitting
           at
           a
           round
           table
           ,
           where
           the
           placing
           of
           the
           salt
           makes
           not
           the
           upper
           end
           of
           the
           Board
           ;
           and
           great
           
             Augustus
          
           by
           his
           owne
           Minions
           
             Vngil
          
           and
           
             Horace
             ,
          
           was
           often
           saluted
           after
           meane
           Gentlemen
           of
           
             Rome
             .
          
        
         
           Being
           for
           many
           yeares
           detained
           in
           a
           miserable
           and
           chargable
           Prison
           ,
           to
           divert
           my
           minde
           from
           too
           serious
           thoughts
           of
           publick
           and
           private
           calamities
           ,
           made
           me
           undertake
           this
           imployment
           .
           The
           publick
           griefes
           were
           the
           condition
           of
           these
           lament●ble
           times
           wherin
           our
           Nation
           hath
           imitated
           that
           man
           of
           whom
           
             Gerson
          
           the
           Chancellor
           of
           
             Paris
          
           makes
           mention
           ,
           that
           seeing
           a
           f●ie
           on
           his
           friendes
           forehead
           ,
           with
           an
           axe
           (
           intending
           to
           k●ll
           the
           poore
           fl●e
           )
           dasht
           out
           his
           unfortunate
           friends
           bra●nes
           ;
           such
           have
           been
           the
           cures
           in
           Civill
           and
           Ecclesiasticall
           affaires
           ;
           both
           the
           Church
           and
           Common-wealth
           being
           more
           rent
           ,
           and
           distracted
           by
           these
           irreligious
           ,
           and
           
           uncivill
           combustions
           ,
           both
           made
           more
           diseased
           and
           Epidemically
           sick
           ,
           by
           these
           unnaturall
           ,
           and
           desperate
           remedies
           .
        
         
           Private
           griefes
           were
           ,
           that
           being
           with
           diverse
           noble
           Gentlemen
           for
           six
           yeares
           prisoner
           in
           a
           comfortlesse
           ,
           and
           chargable
           Goale
           ,
           our
           meanes
           of
           livelihood
           taken
           away
           ,
           our
           friends
           impoverished
           ,
           or
           altogether
           undone
           ,
           by
           plunderings
           ,
           sequestrations
           ,
           compositions
           ,
           and
           imprisonments
           :
           Notwithstanding
           ,
           contrary
           to
           the
           Lawes
           of
           God
           ,
           which
           forbid
           ,
           
             Exod.
          
           23.
           to
           boyle
           the
           Kid
           in
           the
           milke
           of
           the
           Damme
           ;
           contrary
           to
           the
           lawes
           of
           this
           Realme
           ,
           which
           though
           severe
           enough
           ,
           yet
           provide
           ,
           that
           any
           may
           freely
           relieve
           ,
           and
           support
           any
           person
           of
           our
           profession
           being
           in
           prison
           :
           Contrary
           to
           the
           honour
           of
           this
           Nation
           ,
           to
           the
           dignity
           of
           this
           City
           ,
           the
           authority
           of
           the
           Sheriffs
           ,
           to
           whose
           care
           and
           charge
           ,
           this
           prison
           is
           by
           his
           Majesty
           concredited
           :
           Contrary
           to
           all
           our
           hopes
           ,
           and
           expectations
           of
           the
           subjects
           rights
           ,
           and
           liberties
           ,
           the
           vindication
           and
           assertion
           whereof
           have
           by
           so
           many
           Vowes
           ,
           Covenants
           ,
           and
           Declarations
           ,
           been
           promised
           ,
           sworne
           ,
           and
           avowed
           :
           Finally
           contrary
           to
           all
           these
           Lawes
           and
           Titles
           ,
           which
           have
           ,
           and
           should
           make
           Bidentals
           reverend
           ,
           and
           bestow
           immunity
           on
           them
           ;
           the
           efficacie
           and
           equity
           of
           which
           Lawes
           
             Mr.
             Pym
          
           (
           reputed
           a
           great
           patriot
           )
           with
           such
           Eulogiums
           extols
           ,
           that
           the
           sacred
           Majestie
           of
           great
           Brittaine
           ,
           (
           who
           
             
               Though
               now
               in
               clouds
               ,
               yet
               he
               shall
               shine
               more
               bright
               ,
            
             
               Then
               petty
               Comets
               ,
               that
               eclipse
               his
               light
               )
            
          
           with
           approbation
           hath
           vouchsafed
           twice
           to
           mention
           them
           :
           I
           say
           notwithstanding
           all
           these
           Laws
           ,
           titles
           ,
           hopes
           ,
           and
           expectations
           ,
           we
           even
           in
           prison
           have
           beene
           diverse
           times
           plundered
           ,
           our
           bookes
           ,
           though
           bought
           publickly
           ,
           and
           allowed
           to
           bee
           sold
           by
           authority
           ,
           as
           English
           Bibles
           ,
           English
           Chronicles
           ,
           Grammers
           ,
           Virgils
           ,
           and
           the
           like
           ,
           most
           injuriously
           (
           may
           not
           I
           say
           felloniously
           ?
           )
           taken
           from
           us
           ,
           and
           for
           monies
           redeemed
           ,
           againe
           with
           the
           same
           violence
           and
           injustice
           retaken
           by
           those
           Harpies
           of
           the
           Common
           wealth
           ,
           and
           for
           more
           monies
           redelivered
           ,
           though
           some
           to
           this
           day
           most
           injustly
           
           detained
           Our
           slender
           housholdstuffe
           pilfered
           ,
           our
           chambers
           rifled
           ,
           considerable
           summes
           of
           money
           (
           which
           should
           have
           protracted
           the
           miserable
           life
           of
           above
           forty
           captivated
           persons
           )
           seased
           on
           ;
           for
           want
           of
           which
           ,
           many
           Gentlemen
           of
           birth
           ,
           &
           heretofore
           of
           quality
           ,
           have
           been
           thrust
           into
           the
           Common
           Goale
           ,
           where
           they
           ,
           and
           diverse
           others
           in
           the
           other
           severall
           wards
           ,
           have
           dyed
           in
           much
           want
           and
           misery
           .
           We
           have
           made
           our
           addresses
           ,
           if
           not
           for
           justice
           ,
           yet
           for
           compassion
           ,
           but
           our
           mediators
           &
           presenters
           of
           our
           petitions
           (
           though
           
             recti
             in
             Curia
             )
          
           were
           examined
           ,
           if
           they
           were
           not
           of
           our
           profession
           ;
           and
           being
           threatned
           as
           Malignants
           ,
           have
           been
           deterred
           from
           further
           prosecution
           in
           our
           behalfe
           ,
           and
           so
           all
           supplications
           ,
           and
           expectations
           have
           been
           rendred
           fruitlesse
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           one
           of
           
             Senecas
          
           Gnomicall
           ,
           and
           commended
           distributions
           ,
           that
           
             Magna
             pars
             vitae
             elabitur
             malè
             agentibus
             ,
             maxima
             nihil
             agentibus
             ,
             tota
             aliud
             agentibus
             :
          
           By
           which
           division
           (
           if
           right
           )
           my
           writing
           this
           Poem
           may
           be
           censur'd
           :
           Howsoever
           ,
           I
           may
           professe
           some
           part
           of
           my
           study
           and
           care
           ,
           in
           the
           prosecution
           of
           it
           ,
           hath
           been
           as
           to
           offend
           no
           Religion
           ,
           so
           no
           Person
           :
           and
           therefore
           my
           hopes
           are
           that
           no
           particuler
           will
           proclaime
           himselfe
           so
           much
           faulty
           ,
           as
           being
           not
           accused
           ,
           he
           will
           take
           exceptions
           .
        
      
       
         
           Some
           faults
           escaped
           in
           the
           printing
           ,
           may
           be
           so
           amended
           .
        
         
           Page
           1.
           for
           seald
           ,
           read
           sealed
           .
           p.
           
           ●
           .
           for
           history
           ,
           r.
           histories
           .
           p.
           7.
           for
           silly
           prophane
           ,
           r.
           since
           prophaner
           .
           p.
           10.
           for
           living
           .
           r.
           lining
           .
           p.
           12.
           for
           weapon
           .
           r.
           weapons
           ▪
           p.
           24.
           for
           know
           ,
           r.
           knew
           .
           p.
           28.
           for
           alterations
           ,
           r.
           altercations
           .
           p.
           36.
           for
           God
           ,
           r.
           good
           p.
           57.
           for
           before
           ,
           r.
           ●ore
           .
           p.
           6.
           for
           precious
           stones
           ,
           r.
           pibble
           stones
           .
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           his
           honoured
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           Rivers
           ,
           Upon
           his
           Holy
           Rhapsodies
           .
        
         
           VVHo
           's
           this
           ?
           who
           like
           the
           rosy-fingred
           Morne
           ,
        
         
           Is
           thus
           from
           Mountaine
           unto
           Mountaine
           borne
           :
        
         
           Whose
           mystick
           locks
           charg'd
           with
           the
           drops
           of
           nights
           ,
        
         
           On
           us
           below
           hurle
           beames
           inrich't
           with
           lights
           ?
        
         
           Is
           it
           that
           soule
           ,
           which
           having
           Jordan
           past
           ,
        
         
           Pure
           Jordan
           ,
           made
           such
           an
           ambitious
           hast
        
         
           To
           passe
           like
           Israel
           through
           the
           bloody
           maine
           ,
        
         
           In
           hope
           another
           Baptisme
           to
           obtaine
           ?
        
         
           It
           is
           the
           same
           ,
           whose
           Rhapsodies
           unfold
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           Raptures
           ,
           Raptures
           which
           in
           cups
           of
           gold
           ,
        
         
           To
           us
           Caelestiall
           Constellations
           hold
           .
        
         
           Would
           all
           thus
           Poetize
           ,
           who
           would
           refuse
           ,
        
         
           To
           celebrate
           the
           straines
           of
           such
           a
           Muse
           ?
        
         
           
             George
             Fortescue
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           To
           his
           honoured
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           Rivers
           ,
           upon
           his
           excellent
           Poemes
           ,
           the
           Devout
           Rhapsodies
           .
        
         
           MYsterious
           
             Rivers
             ,
          
           whose
           each
           sacred
           ●yne
           ,
        
         
           Shewes
           that
           thy
           ●use
           is
           absolute
           Divine
           ;
        
         
           And
           cannot
           with
           impurity
           be
           stain'd
           ,
        
         
           Or
           with
           obsc●a●e
           conceptions
           be
           prophain'd
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           
             Meanders
             ,
          
           holy
           turnes
           ,
           and
           windes
           ,
        
         
           Delightfull
           to
           thine
           owne
           ,
           and
           Readers
           mindes
           .
        
         
           He
           that
           will
           give
           thee
           a
           deserved
           praise
           ,
        
         
           Must
           crowne
           thy
           head
           with
           groves
           ,
           not
           boughes
           of
           bayes
           .
        
         
           
             Iames
             Yate
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           my
           much
           honoured
           and
           Candid
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           Abbot
           .
           alias
           Rivers
           ,
           upon
           his
           Devout
           Rhapsodies
           .
        
         
           VVAs
           thy
           Quill
           made
           o
           th'
           towring
           Eagles
           wing
           ,
        
         
           Who
           soaring
           in
           the
           bosome
           of
           his
           King
           ,
        
         
           Saw
           what
           was
           done
           in
           Heaven
           ?
           straight
           thence
           descends
           ,
        
         
           And
           sings
           our
           Churches
           lot
           ,
           and
           state
           of
           Fiends
           .
        
         
           Thy
           Poeme
           speakes
           all
           these
           ,
           which
           I
           reade
           ore
           ,
        
         
           With
           wonder
           and
           delight
           ,
           but
           which
           was
           more
           ,
        
         
           I
           know
           not
           of
           these
           two
           ,
           and
           dare
           proclaime
           ,
        
         
           Who
           understand
           it
           ,
           will
           commend
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Nor
           doe
           I
           envy
           it
           ,
           because
           't
           is
           thine
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           were
           vowes
           potent
           ;
           I
           could
           wish
           it
           mine
           .
        
      
       
         
           Ad
           eundem
           Decasticon
           .
        
         
           QUale
           tuum
           pectus
           ,
           quae
           Musa
           humana
           superna
           ,
        
         
           Dum
           pariter
           lustrans
           ,
           Tartareasque
           domus
           ?
        
         
           Caelicolas
           cantat
           cives
           ,
           ipsumque
           sedentem
           ,
        
         
           In
           solio
           Dominum
           ;
           Terrigenasque
           Deos.
           
        
         
           (
           Hinc
           amor
           invitat
           justos
           ad
           pnemia
           terret
           ,
        
         
           (
           Dum
           legitur
           )
           sceleri
           debita
           ,
           paena
           malos
           .
           )
        
         
           Sed
           benè
           cum
           cantas
           haec
           omnia
           ;
           sperne
           quid
           ausint
           ,
        
         
           In
           Librum
           Rabies
           invida
           ,
           tempus
           redax
           .
        
         
           Scilicet
           haec
           Thamesis
           ,
           resonabunt
           carmina
           Ripae
           ,
        
         
           Dum
           placido
           Thamesis
           ,
           mur●ure
           Lympha
           fluit
           .
        
         
           
             George
             Cox.
             
          
        
      
       
       
         
           To
           my
           worthy
           ,
           and
           learned
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           Rivers
           ,
           after
           the
           reading
           of
           his
           Religious
           Rhapsodies
           .
        
         
           THat
           thou
           in
           noblest
           straines
           of
           Poesie
           ,
        
         
           Do'st
           teach
           the
           myst'ries
           of
           Theologie
           :
        
         
           And
           raisest
           humane
           soules
           from
           sordid
           earth
           ,
        
         
           Vp
           to
           that
           blest
           place
           ,
           whence
           they
           take
           their
           breath
           .
        
         
           I
           leave
           to
           them
           whose
           learned
           spirits
           know
           ,
        
         
           How
           best
           their
           knowledge
           ,
           and
           thy
           praise
           to
           show
           .
        
         
           And
           onely
           saying
           ,
           I
           the
           Work
           admire
           ,
        
         
           Wish
           that
           all
           those
           who
           Christian
           bayes
           desire
           ,
        
         
           With
           just
           attention
           ,
           and
           cleare
           sight
           would
           looke
           ,
        
         
           Each
           houre
           ,
           or
           day
           ,
           on
           thy
           sweet
           ,
           mystick
           booke
           :
        
         
           So
           they
           ,
           reform'd
           by
           vertue
           of
           thy
           Muse
           ,
        
         
           No
           more
           shall
           Wit
           ,
           and
           Poesie
           abuse
           .
        
         
           
             Iohn
             Chapperline
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           To
           my
           deare
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           Rivers
           ,
           upon
           his
           Rhapsodies
           .
        
         
           HOw
           often
           write
           
             I
          
           Verses
           ?
           often
           teare
        
         
           My
           Verses
           ?
           stil
           imagining
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           Vnworthy
           thy
           brave
           Muse
           ?
           begin
           againe
           :
        
         
           And
           search
           in
           every
           corner
           of
           my
           braine
           ?
        
         
           Barraine
           ;
           
             I
          
           bite
           my
           P●●
           ;
           my
           servants
           rate
           ,
        
         
           When
           the
           fault
           lies
           〈◊〉
           in
           them
           ,
           but
           my
           Pate
           .
        
         
           Shall
           
             I
          
           who
           have
           so
           many
           Verses
           writ
           ,
        
         
           In
           every
           Theme
           impl●yd
           my
           active
           wit
           ;
        
         
           And
           having
           promis'd
           Verses
           ,
           not
           performe
        
         
           What
           
             I
          
           have
           promis'd
           ?
           here
           againe
           
             I
          
           storme
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           reassume
           my
           Quill
           :
           write
           :
           
             All
             men
             know
             ;
          
        
         
           That
           to
           my
           noble
           Friend
           
             I
          
           Verses
           owe
           :
        
         
           Protest
           against
           my selfe
           ,
           so
           great
           's
           the
           summe
           ,
        
         
           Of
           thy
           due
           praise
           ,
           my
           Muse
           is
           banquer
           out
           ,
           Dumbe
           .
        
         
           
             H.
             W.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           DEVOVT
           RHAPSODIES
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Right
           Honourable
           ,
           Philip
           Herbert
           ,
           Earle
           of
           Pembroke
           and
           Montgomerie
           ;
           And
           to
           the
           Lord
           Philip
           Herbert
           his
           Son
           .
        
         
           
             Liber
             Primus
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Primus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               As
               branches
               doe
               the
               Roote
               ,
               Rivers
               obey
            
             
               The
               Ocean
               ,
               smaller
               lines
               their
               tribute
               pay
               ,
            
             
               And
               homage
               to
               the
               Centre
               ,
               as
               the
               Sreames
            
             
               Shot
               from
               the
               Sun
               confesse
               themselves
               his
               Beames
               ;
            
             
               So
               must
               all
               Authors
               ,
               all
               prescriptions
               fall
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               scripture
               as
               Originall
               .
            
             
               Wrangling
               Philosophers
               may
               boast
               ,
            
             
               The
               Scriptures
               only
               speake
               the
               Holy
               Ghost
               .
            
             
               Their
               Schooles
               decay
               ,
               what
               's
               grounded
               on
               our
               Texts
            
             
               Shall
               flourish
               ,
               maugre
               Gentilisme
               ,
               and
               Sects
               .
            
          
           
             OUr
             sacred
             Volumes
             are
             the
             seald
             springs
             ,
             
          
           
             Where
             choisest
             Nymphs
             ,
             as
             they
             of
             heavenly
             things
          
           
             Sing
             ditties
             ,
             both
             themselves
             :
             from
             the
             white
             Mount
          
           
             Of
             Liban
             issues
             this
             perennall
             Fount
             ,
          
           
           
             Which
             prooves
             an
             Ocean
             where
             the
             silly
             sheepe
          
           
             May
             wade
             securely
             ,
             
             yet
             the
             same
             's
             so
             deepe
             ,
          
           
             The
             Elephant
             may
             swim
             ,
             and
             if
             he
             range
          
           
             Too
             f●r
             be
             swallowed
             in
             the
             Gulfe
             :
             so
             strange
          
           
             And
             perilous
             are
             these
             streames
             .
             Was
             not
             a
             Wave
             ,
          
           
             Nestorius
             venturde
             on
             Nestorius
             grave
             ?
          
           
             And
             did
             not
             Arrius
             perish
             in
             these
             seas
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             he
             durst
             saile
             midst
             the
             profundities
             .
          
           
             And
             wanted
             a
             sure
             Pilot
             :
             What
             Saint
             Paul
          
           
             Hath
             preach'd
             and
             writ
             to
             instruct
             and
             save
             us
             all
             ,
          
           
             Turnes
             to
             the
             ruine
             of
             illiterate
             men
             ,
             
          
           
             As
             they
             pervert
             the
             meaning
             of
             his
             pen
             .
          
           
             Who
             prie
             too
             neerely
             into
             Majesty
             ,
          
           
             Strucke
             purblinde
             by
             the
             raies
             of
             glory
             die
             .
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             true
             :
             Pharphar
             and
             Abana
             are
             streames
          
           
             Of
             Syria
             ;
             
             but
             if
             leprous
             Naaman
             dreames
             ,
          
           
             Thei
             le
             clense
             his
             spots
             he
             erres
             ,
             and
             must
             obey
          
           
             The
             Prophet
             ,
             and
             to
             Jordan
             take
             his
             way
             :
          
           
             There
             glide
             the
             waters
             which
             he
             washing
             in
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             cure
             his
             leprousie
             ,
             and
             clense
             his
             skin
             .
          
           
             Poems
             must
             from
             this
             Chrystall
             Torrent
             spring
             ,
          
           
             Else
             they
             le
             ,
             as
             did
             those
             bitter
             waters
             bring
          
           
             Diseases
             to
             the
             Drinker
             .
             
             Wanton
             bookes
             ,
          
           
             Hurt
             soules
             ,
             as
             did
             the
             bodie
             Maras
             brookes
             ,
          
           
             Like
             dangerous
             Basiliskes
             a
             passage
             finde
          
           
             To
             dart
             their
             poyson
             at
             the
             inveigled
             minde
             .
          
           
             What
             ?
             Are
             our
             Rils
             drunke
             up
             ?
             Our
             fountains
             dry
             ?
          
           
             That
             wee
             must
             to
             such
             durty
             puddles
             fly
             ,
          
           
             First
             shall
             no
             Tapers
             grace
             the
             spangled
             heaven
             ,
          
           
             The
             rough
             Alps
             lye
             as
             the
             smooth
             Vallies
             even
             :
          
           
             Ere
             who
             are
             conversant
             in
             sacred
             writ
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             faile
             of
             Themes
             to
             exercise
             their
             wit
             .
          
           
             Are
             not
             the
             Fire
             ,
             the
             Aire
             ,
             the
             Earth
             ,
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             The
             Spheres
             ,
             the
             Saints
             ,
             th'
             Angels
             above
             all
             these
             .
          
           
             A
             still
             supplying
             Subject
             ?
             then
             to
             wade
          
           
             In
             the
             Divine
             Idaeas
             whence
             God
             made
          
           
             Of
             nothing
             every
             thing
             ,
             and
             with
             one
             word
             ,
          
           
             Could
             existence
             to
             all
             he
             made
             afford
             .
             
          
           
           
             The
             Birth
             ,
             
             the
             Infancy
             of
             this
             Vast
             Frame
             ,
          
           
             Increase
             ,
             decrease
             ,
             restoring
             of
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             All
             Sciences
             of
             things
             above
             ,
             below
             ,
          
           
             (
             More
             then
             Philosophy
             did
             ever
             know
             )
          
           
             Are
             objects
             of
             Gods
             Booke
             ,
             and
             easily
             yield
          
           
             To
             all
             invention
             a
             most
             spacious
             field
             .
          
           
             Wee
             grant
             prophaner
             Authours
             have
             given
             Rules
          
           
             Of
             living
             well
             ,
             kept
             open
             natures
             scholes
             :
          
           
             But
             this
             booke
             Gentilisme
             exceedes
             as
             far
          
           
             As
             the
             bright
             Sun
             at
             Noone
             some
             lesser
             Star
             .
          
           
             Why
             doe
             wee
             study
             ?
             Wherefore
             are
             wee
             joyn'd
          
           
             So
             fiercely
             in
             dispute
             ?
             To
             adorne
             the
             minde
          
           
             With
             Truthes
             ,
             and
             as
             the
             flint
             and
             steele
             conspire
          
           
             In
             issuing
             forth
             the
             Element
             of
             fire
             :
          
           
             By
             joynt
             collision
             ,
             so
             from
             much
             bickerings
          
           
             In
             disputation
             Aletheia
             springs
             .
          
           
             Volve
             and
             revolve
             your
             Sages
             Volumes
             ,
             you
          
           
             Shall
             not
             be
             certaine
             one
             opinion
             's
             true
          
           
             Amongst
             one
             hundred
             .
             What
             their
             Historie
             ?
          
           
             Patcht
             up
             with
             idle
             fables
             and
             with
             lies
             .
             
          
           
             What
             's
             noxious
             there
             our
             Scripture
             reprehends
             ,
          
           
             What
             's
             crooked
             rectifies
             ,
             what
             's
             faulty
             mends
             :
          
           
             What
             's
             good
             makes
             better
             ,
             and
             you
             neede
             not
             feare
          
           
             Any
             report
             or
             false
             position
             there
             .
          
           
             Millions
             of
             Lines
             about
             this
             Circle
             are
             ,
          
           
             And
             though
             they
             mutually
             may
             seeme
             to
             square
             ,
          
           
             And
             contrary
             as
             East
             to
             West
             ,
             the
             South
          
           
             To
             North
             ;
             yet
             all
             meete
             in
             the
             Centre
             Truth
             .
          
           
             What
             can
             be
             thought
             or
             writ
             by
             any
             quill
             ,
          
           
             Is
             in
             our
             Bible
             specified
             ,
             and
             still
          
           
             New
             matter
             drawes
             the
             curious
             Reader
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             makes
             the
             Learned
             to
             reflect
             upon
          
           
             The
             sense
             of
             deeper
             Mysteries
             ,
             as
             he
             sees
          
           
             Heere
             wondrous
             actions
             done
             :
             and
             out
             of
             these
          
           
             Drawes
             morall
             applications
             ,
             and
             can
             fly
          
           
             To
             Allegorie
             ,
             and
             Anagog●e
             .
          
           
             From
             the
             same
             words
             and
             deeds
             quadripartite
             ,
          
           
             Senses
             are
             fetcht
             ,
             and
             every
             one
             is
             right
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             but
             the
             Mother
             of
             us
             all
             Gods
             minde
          
           
             Could
             in
             few
             words
             such
             stronge
             allusions
             finde
             ?
          
           
             And
             then
             what
             hee
             hath
             in
             Aenigma's
             put
             ,
          
           
             Make
             curious
             wits
             enueleat
             the
             Nut
             ?
          
           
             GOD
             is
             a
             copious
             Magazin
             ;
             men
             are
          
           
             The
             dispensatours
             of
             his
             precious
             ware
             ,
          
           
             And
             heere
             's
             such
             plenty
             that
             from
             every
             clause
             ,
          
           
             New
             mysteries
             the
             ingenious
             Reader
             drawes
             .
          
           
             Goe
             jugling
             Mountebanks
             ,
             cry
             up
             your
             toyes
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Rustiks
             ,
             Idiots
             ,
             Girles
             ,
             and
             Boyes
             .
          
           
             Yee
             winding
             Sophisters
             expose
             your
             tra●h
             ,
          
           
             Wrangling
             Philosophers
             together
             clash
             .
          
           
             Frame-Sophismes
             ,
             Syllogismes
             ,
             describe
             ,
             devide
             ,
          
           
             Bring
             in
             essentials
             to
             define
             ,
             decide
          
           
             By
             Demonstrations
             Problemes
             .
             What
             's
             all
             this
          
           
             To
             what
             we
             are
             made
             for
             ,
             everlasting
             blisse
             ?
          
           
             Study
             foure
             yeeres
             the
             ten
             Predicaments
             ,
          
           
             Meane
             while
             forget
             the
             ten
             Commandements
             ;
          
           
             What
             profits
             Stoicisme
             ?
             What
             Plato's
             wit
          
           
             To
             your
             salvation
             ?
             What
             the
             Stagyrit
             ?
          
           
             That
             Cynik
             Sage
             expresses
             ,
             though
             hee
             le
             hide
          
           
             In
             's
             Tub
             ,
             and
             currish
             manners
             far
             more
             pride
          
           
             Then
             Plato
             in
             his
             Pompe
             .
             He
             who
             gave
             rules
          
           
             To
             Courtiers
             ,
             had
             a
             Caesar
             in
             his
             Schooles
          
           
             For
             a
             Disciple
             ,
             
             found
             another
             way
          
           
             How
             Princes
             Gnomically
             should
             write
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             With
             some
             Atheistik
             Documents
             spoiles
             all
             ,
          
           
             Commending
             such
             who
             on
             their
             owne
             swords
             fall
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             violent
             Fate
             themselves
             deliver
             ,
             
          
           
             From
             paine
             or
             shame
             ,
             for
             such
             shall
             live
             for
             ever
          
           
             In
             paine
             ,
             and
             shame
             .
             These
             wisemen
             are
             commended
          
           
             Wher
             they
             are
             not
             :
             but
             their
             pains
             shal
             nere
             be
             ended
          
           
             Where
             they
             are
             .
             Le
             ts
             aske
             where
             are
             their
             followers
             now
             ?
          
           
             Who
             to
             defend
             their
             marcid
             Axioms
             vow
             ?
          
           
             Who
             now
             adore
             strict
             Zeno's
             Apathie
             ?
          
           
             Who
             for
             smooth
             Epicure
             will
             Champions
             be
             ?
          
           
             Where
             are
             Diogenes
             scholers
             that
             can
             scrub
             ,
          
           
             Sleepe
             ,
             wake
             ,
             eate
             ,
             drinke
             ,
             live
             ,
             die
             ;
             All
             in
             one
             Tub
             ?
          
           
           
             Contented
             with
             a
             scrip
             ,
             a
             dish
             ,
             a
             staffe
             ,
          
           
             More
             mad
             themselves
             at
             others
             madnesse
             laugh
             ?
          
           
             Surely
             such
             men
             have
             been
             ;
             and
             made
             a
             shew
          
           
             Of
             Learning
             ,
             had
             Disciples
             ,
             and
             did
             know
          
           
             Something
             indeed
             ,
             although
             not
             much
             ;
             but
             what
             ?
          
           
             Is
             it
             Times
             fault
             ?
             All
             almost
             are
             forgot
             .
          
           
             No
             :
             
             time
             is
             blamelesse
             ,
             for
             a
             Bastard
             sproute
             ,
          
           
             Though
             watred
             much
             seld
             fixes
             a
             deepe
             roote
             .
          
           
             Our
             Scripture
             is
             a
             more
             Celestiall
             seed
             ,
          
           
             Not
             Philosophik
             Darnell
             ,
             or
             that
             weed
          
           
             That
             growes
             in
             one
             day
             ,
             in
             the
             following
             fades
             ;
          
           
             But
             planted
             by
             Gods
             hand
             ,
             
             shootes
             forth
             ,
             the
             blades
          
           
             Increases
             so
             ,
             that
             in
             the
             branches
             rest
          
           
             Your
             towring
             Eagles
             ,
             and
             make
             them
             their
             Nest
             .
          
           
             (
             Our
             glorious
             Doctours
             o're
             whose
             head
             a
             Dove
          
           
             Hovers
             ,
             and
             dictates
             Lines
             of
             Wit
             and
             love
             )
          
           
             Wit
             in
             expounding
             Mysteries
             of
             our
             Faith
             ,
          
           
             Love
             ,
             urging
             to
             performe
             what
             Scripture
             saith
             .
             )
          
           
             From
             bough
             to
             bough
             these
             soaring
             Eagles
             spring
             ,
          
           
             Chanting
             the
             Trophees
             of
             their
             slaughtred
             King
          
           
             Who
             (
             by
             his
             passion
             worthy
             made
             )
             reveal'd
          
           
             This
             Sacramentall
             Volume
             seven
             times
             seal'd
             .
             
          
           
             For
             our
             Lambe
             butcher'd
             ,
             streight
             the
             Vale
             was
             rent
             ,
          
           
             Which
             'twixt
             the
             Temple
             ,
             and
             the
             
               HOLIEST
            
             went
             .
          
           
             The
             Tables
             ,
             
             Aarons
             Rod
             ,
             
             and
             Manna
             there
          
           
             Reserv'd
             ,
             by
             immolated
             
               JESVS
            
             were
          
           
             To
             be
             brought
             forth
             ,
             
             the
             Law
             more
             plainely
             taught
             ,
          
           
             Grace
             freelier
             givē
             ,
             
             deeds
             more
             prodigious
             wrought
             .
          
           
             These
             Tables
             ,
             and
             what
             appertains
             to
             them
          
           
             Were
             preach'd
             ,
             were
             taught
             ,
             receiv'd
             in
             every
             Realme
             .
          
           
             These
             are
             the
             silly
             graines
             of
             Mustard-seed
             ,
          
           
             That
             tasted
             once
             such
             operations
             breed
             .
             
          
           
             Converted
             Nations
             ,
             builded
             Churches
             ,
             and
          
           
             Planted
             soule-saving
             faith
             in
             every
             Land
             .
          
           
             How
             is
             it
             possible
             poore
             Fishermen
          
           
             Should
             convert
             Nations
             ,
             erect
             Temples
             ,
             then
          
           
             Leave
             their
             Disciples
             ,
             who
             when
             they
             were
             dead
             ,
          
           
             This
             saving
             Doctrine
             every where
             should
             spread
             ?
          
           
           
             Be
             Trumpets
             and
             the
             Pipes
             of
             heavenly
             grace
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             all
             Regions
             
               JESVS
            
             Banners
             place
             :
          
           
             Be
             dayly
             Actors
             of
             stupendious
             things
             ,
          
           
             Maugre
             all
             Sects
             ,
             and
             persecuting
             
               KINGS
               ?
            
          
           
             First
             do's
             the
             Synagogue
             recalcitrate
          
           
             Against
             this
             Progresse
             with
             intestine
             hate
             .
          
           
             But
             Truth
             prevailing
             ,
             the
             Apostles
             shall
          
           
             Interre
             her
             in
             a
             glorious
             Funerall
             ,
          
           
             And
             joyntly
             every
             Ceremonious
             Rite
          
           
             Takes
             sweetrepose
             in
             darkenesse
             ,
             but
             delight
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pagan
             Kesars
             dreading
             th'
             overthrow
          
           
             Of
             their
             false
             Gods
             ,
             against
             the
             true
             
               GOD
            
             shew
          
           
             Their
             indignation
             ,
             and
             with
             fire
             and
             sword
          
           
             Pursue
             ,
             destroy
             Professours
             of
             his
             Word
          
           
             Reveal'd
             ,
             
             and
             writ
             :
             But
             as
             did
             Aarons
             Rod
          
           
             Turn'd
             to
             a
             Serpent
             by
             the
             hand
             of
             God
             ,
          
           
             Devoure
             the
             Sorcerers
             Wands
             by
             Magick
             spells
             ,
          
           
             Also
             made
             Serpents
             ,
             yet
             not
             tumid
             swells
             ,
          
           
             So
             this
             divinelie-vigorous
             Mustard-seed
          
           
             Shall
             eate
             up
             ,
             and
             hath
             swallowed
             every
             weed
             ,
          
           
             That
             through
             the
             world
             by
             Gentilisme
             was
             sowne
             ,
          
           
             (
             Their
             Doctrines
             ,
             Phanes
             ,
             and
             Idols
             overthrowne
             .
             )
          
           
             No
             honours
             now
             to
             Moloch
             ,
             Camos
             given
             ,
          
           
             None
             to
             Astarthe
             ,
             
             and
             the
             Hoasts
             of
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             Their
             maimed
             Dagon
             falls
             before
             the
             Arke
             ,
          
           
             Do's
             Hamon
             bleate
             now
             ?
             
             Do's
             Anubis
             barke
             ?
          
           
             Paphus
             and
             Cyprus
             no
             more
             Venus
             follow
             ,
             
          
           
             No
             doubtfull
             answers
             uttred
             by
             Apollo
             .
          
           
             These
             have
             ,
             all
             Sects
             successively
             must
             perish
             ,
          
           
             Our
             heavenly
             seede
             eternally
             shall
             flourish
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             Right
             Honorable
             ,
             William
             ,
             Lord
             Powis
             ,
             and
             Sir
             Percie
             Herbert
             his
             Son
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Secundus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               Wee
               meane
               to
               treate
               of
               GOD
               ,
               what
               shall
               wee
               take
            
             
               For
               Essence
               ,
               and
               a
               Definition
               make
               ?
            
             
               Can
               he
               who
               no
               waies
               will
               be
               circumscrib'de
               ,
            
             
               By
               any
               termes
               of
               Learning
               be
               describ'de
               ?
            
             
               Can
               he
               be
               specifide
               by
               words
               of
               Art
               ?
            
             
               When
               thought
               cannot
               imagine
               the
               least
               part
            
             
               Of
               his
               perfections
               .
               Yet
               wee
               le
               something
               write
            
             
               From
               Gods
               owne
               Lucid
               Lanthorne
               borrowing
               light
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               silly
               prophane
               Authors
               Buzzards
               were
               ,
            
             
               By
               this
               directed
               ,
               wee
               our
               course
               must
               steere
               .
            
          
           
             SO
             sacred
             are
             our
             Records
             ,
             no
             prophane
          
           
             Hand
             must
             attempt
             to
             touch
             èm
             under
             pain
          
           
             Of
             severe
             chastisement
             .
             
             So
             Sinais
             Mount
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             man
             nor
             beast
             approach
             when
             Moses
             on
             't
          
           
             Receives
             the
             Law
             ;
             and
             the
             same
             Prophet
             must
          
           
             Pull
             off
             his
             shooes
             in
             reverence
             of
             that
             Dust
             ,
          
           
             Where
             God
             shall
             show
             himselfe
             .
             
             He
             answers
             well
             ,
          
           
             Who
             being
             commanded
             by
             his
             King
             to
             tell
          
           
             What
             God
             was
             ,
             and
             desiring
             still
             more
             dayes
          
           
             The
             Question
             to
             resolve
             ,
             y●t
             still
             delayes
             :
          
           
             Truely
             confessing
             that
             the
             Thesis
             grew
          
           
             Harder
             ,
             and
             harder
             ,
             and
             the
             lesse
             he
             knew
             .
          
           
           
             The
             more
             he
             studied
             .
             
             Who
             writ
             Tragedies
             ,
          
           
             For
             his
             presumption
             forfeited
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             Theopompus
             lost
             his
             health
             ,
             because
          
           
             One
             in
             his
             Stories
             ,
             
             the
             other
             Moses
             Lawes
          
           
             Durst
             bring
             upon
             the
             Stage
             ,
             both
             are
             restor'd
          
           
             To
             sight
             ,
             and
             health
             ;
             their
             fault
             by
             both
             deplor'd
             .
          
           
             Yet
             who
             are
             humble
             with
             a
             prosperous
             gaile
          
           
             In
             Cephas
             ship
             shall
             through
             the
             Ocean
             saile
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             depths
             behold
             Gods
             Attributes
             ,
          
           
             How
             this
             perfection
             ,
             that
             negation
             sutes
             ,
          
           
             To
             expresse
             some
             thing
             of
             a
             Diety
             ,
          
           
             (
             More
             then
             created
             understandings
             high
             )
          
           
             And
             character
             as
             followes
             .
             
               GOD'S
            
             a
             Being
             ,
          
           
             That
             ever
             was
             ,
             and
             shall
             be
             ;
             a
             minde
             seeing
             ,
          
           
             All
             in
             the
             Mirrour
             of
             himselfe
             ,
             
             where
             all
          
           
             Future
             things
             ,
             and
             possible
             (
             though
             these
             shall
          
           
             Nev'r
             have
             existence
             )
             boast
             Eternitie
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Godhead
             all
             whole
             sharers
             be
             ,
          
           
             
               GOD
            
             every where
             is
             present
             ,
             no where
             seen
             ,
          
           
             He
             filleth
             the
             whole
             world
             ,
             and
             had
             there
             been
          
           
             Myriads
             of
             worlds
             ,
             
             he
             would
             them
             all
             have
             rounded
             ,
          
           
             Himselfe
             not
             compast
             ,
             bounded
             all
             not
             bounded
             .
          
           
             Fancy
             some
             vast
             imaginary
             space
             ,
          
           
             The
             Centre
             ,
             and
             circumference
             of
             that
             place
          
           
             Is
             
               GOD
               .
            
             Imagine
             thousand
             vaster
             ,
             there
          
           
             
               GOD
            
             must
             be'e
             involved
             the
             surrounding
             Sphere
             ▪
          
           
             All
             intimate
             to
             all
             things
             ,
             yet
             all
             without
          
           
             All
             things
             ;
             though
             nothing
             can
             be
             ,
             if
             God
             be
             out
             .
          
           
             
               GOD
            
             is
             an
             Entitie
             most
             simple
             ,
             yet
          
           
             Millions
             of
             discrepant
             perfections
             meete
             ,
          
           
             As
             Lines
             Concentrike
             in
             this
             
               SIMPLE
               ONE
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             without
             all
             these
             wee
             le
             acknowledge
             none
             :
          
           
             For
             
               GOD
               :
            
             where
             all
             are
             with
             a
             bended
             knee
          
           
             Offer
             our
             Vowes
             to
             that
             sole
             Majestie
             .
          
           
             Admire
             his
             immutability
             ,
             
             the
             same
          
           
             Still
             in
             himselfe
             ,
             yet
             changing
             still
             the
             frame
          
           
             O'
             th
             world
             with
             various
             Motions
             :
             Can
             love
             ,
             hate
             ,
          
           
             Be
             pleas'd
             ,
             displeas'd
             ,
             yet
             still
             keepes
             the
             same
             state
             .
          
           
           
             (
             Exteriors
             only
             altred
             .
             )
             Stanil
             amaz'd
          
           
             When
             mans
             and
             Angels
             thoughts
             to'th
             height
             are
             rais'd
          
           
             
             
             light
             of
             Glory
             ,
             yet
             inferiour
             far
          
           
             To
             penetrate
             what
             Mines
             of
             Treasures
             are
          
           
             Hid
             in
             that
             supreme
             Nature
             ,
             
             Power
             ,
             and
             Skill
          
           
             To
             make
             ten
             thousand
             worlds
             ,
             when
             ere
             he
             will
             ,
          
           
             More
             beautifull
             then
             this
             ,
             increase
             the
             store
          
           
             Of
             Angels
             numberlesse
             ,
             and
             make
             'em
             more
          
           
             Glorious
             beyond
             esteeme
             .
             Can
             any
             Law
          
           
             Limit
             his
             Arme
             ?
             When
             this
             world
             's
             but
             a
             straw
          
           
             Compar'd
             to
             what
             he
             can
             :
             turne
             when
             he
             please
          
           
             To
             their
             first
             Chaos
             ,
             the
             Aire
             ,
             the
             Land
             ,
             the
             Seas
             .
          
           
             Dissolve
             the
             Heavens
             ,
             reduce
             to'th
             old
             Abysse
             ,
          
           
             Of
             nothing
             ,
             whence
             they
             came
             ,
             those
             Bands
             of
             his
          
           
             Owne
             Court
             ,
             the
             Angels
             ,
             and
             when
             this
             is
             done
             ,
          
           
             Be
             full
             as
             happy
             in
             himselfe
             alone
             .
          
           
             For
             
               GOD
            
             did
             not
             those
             glorious
             spirits
             create
          
           
             With
             purpose
             to
             encrease
             hi●
             blessed
             State
             :
          
           
             Who
             was
             so
             copious
             ,
             as
             he
             was
             before
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             doe
             their
             Legions
             multiply
             his
             store
             .
          
           
             Repute
             Earth
             ,
             Angels
             ,
             Heavens
             ,
             but
             a
             meere
             story
          
           
             To
             speake
             a
             Deities
             more
             extensive
             glory
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             made
             this
             ample
             fabrike
             ,
             He
          
           
             For
             our
             good
             would
             declared
             Majestie
          
           
             Ineffable
             ;
             in
             all
             expresse
             a
             will
          
           
             Of
             doing
             good
             ,
             a
             power
             to
             doe
             't
             ,
             a
             skill
          
           
             To
             doe
             't
             in
             the
             best
             manner
             ,
             as
             much
             Art
          
           
             In
             the
             production
             of
             each
             severall
             part
             ,
          
           
             As
             of
             the
             whole
             ,
             (
             an
             Artists
             skill
             being
             waigh'd
             ,
          
           
             Not
             after
             what
             ,
             but
             how
             the
             worke
             is
             made
             .
             )
          
           
             A
             Childe
             may
             be
             begot
             ,
             brought
             forth
             ,
             and
             cry
             ,
          
           
             But
             without
             more
             sollicitude
             must
             dye
             .
          
           
             Gods
             Providence
             his
             Creatures
             must
             attend
          
           
             Els
             were
             they
             made
             to
             little
             ,
             
             or
             no
             end
             .
          
           
             Soone
             would
             this
             world
             to
             the
             first
             nothing
             fall
             ,
          
           
             If
             wisdome
             should
             not
             nurse
             ,
             and
             governe
             all
             .
          
           
             The
             Machine
             a
             disordred
             Ataxie
             ,
          
           
             Generall
             confusions
             ,
             and
             combustions
             be
             .
          
           
           
           
           
             What
             's
             Provideence
             ?
             A
             faire
             exteriour
             Robe
          
           
             Encompassing
             ,
             and
             covering
             the
             whole
             Globe
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             things
             comprehended
             in
             't
             :
             Beside
          
           
             It
             is
             the
             living
             of
             the
             worlds
             inside
             ;
          
           
             Ordaines
             ,
             rules
             ,
             acts
             ,
             for
             ends
             peculiar
             ;
             yet
          
           
             This
             Queene
             do's
             not
             her
             Maj●sty
             forget
             ;
          
           
             But
             makes
             the
             secondarie
             causes
             know
          
           
             They
             are
             her
             Agents
             ,
             and
             obedience
             owe
          
           
             To
             what
             she
             lists
             .
             Could
             the
             intensive
             heate
          
           
             O'
             th
             flaming
             Furnace
             make
             the
             children
             sweate
             ,
             
          
           
             This
             Providence
             a
             while
             suspending
             fire
          
           
             From
             action
             maugre
             the
             fierce
             Tyrants
             ire
             ?
             
          
           
             Did
             not
             she
             make
             at
             Josuahs
             vowes
             the
             teeme
          
           
             O'
             th
             posting
             Sun
             a
             while
             shoote
             every
             beame
          
           
             From
             the
             same
             Zenith
             ,
             and
             in
             lieu
             of
             night
             ,
          
           
             Mortalls
             stand
             gazing
             at
             a
             Noonedayes
             light
             ?
          
           
             This
             prescribes
             Rules
             ,
             ordaineth
             Ends
             ,
             gives
             Lawes
          
           
             Constant
             to
             th'
             universe
             ,
             makes
             every
             cause
             .
          
           
             Helpe
             it's
             associate
             :
             Nothing
             do's
             in
             vaine
             ,
          
           
             But
             first
             disposing
             sweetly
             without
             paine
          
           
             Brings
             forth
             what
             nature
             would
             :
             Yet
             most
             appeares
          
           
             Where
             liberty
             of
             action
             domineeres
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             so
             deepe
             a
             wisdome
             enterweaves
          
           
             Humane
             affaires
             ,
             that
             though
             she
             freedome
             leaves
          
           
             To
             severall
             purposes
             and
             different
             ends
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             happily
             effects
             what
             she
             pretends
             ,
             
          
           
             Attends
             to
             all
             ,
             yet
             so
             to
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             save
             that
             ,
             she
             notice
             tooke
             of
             none
             .
          
           
             To
             dictate
             ,
             write
             ,
             reade
             ,
             heare
             ,
             all
             in
             one
             houre
             ,
          
           
             Made
             Caesar
             wondred
             at
             ,
             Origen
             much
             more
             .
          
           
             This
             world
             of
             creatures
             Gods
             eye
             lookes
             upon
             ,
          
           
             Governes
             ,
             provides
             for
             ;
             yet
             for
             all
             as
             one
             .
          
           
             Observes
             as
             well
             what
             's
             in
             the
             Cottage
             acted
             .
          
           
             As
             what
             votes
             are
             i'
             th
             Senate
             House
             transacted
             .
          
           
             Searches
             intentions
             ,
             searcheth
             hear●s
             and
             reines
             ,
          
           
             What
             's
             done
             for
             publique
             ,
             
             what
             for
             private
             gaines
             ,
          
           
             Has
             admirable
             fetches
             .
             
             Did
             not
             Gods
          
           
             Providence
             make
             B●nadad
             and
             John
             Rods
          
           
           
             Of
             Achab
             ,
             though
             that
             an
             Idolater
          
           
             Jehu
             a
             Jew
             ,
             
             yet
             a
             false
             worshipper
             :
          
           
             These
             scourges
             were
             of
             Gods
             revenging
             ire
             ,
          
           
             And
             vengeance
             acted
             ,
             cast
             ,
             into
             the
             fire
             .
          
           
             This
             lets
             bad
             men
             beare
             swaie
             some
             Moneths
             ,
             or
             Yeares
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             excited
             by
             the
             cryes
             and
             teares
          
           
             Of
             the
             oppressed
             ,
             with
             a
             potent
             hand
          
           
             Frees
             a
             distress'd
             and
             captivated
             Land
             .
          
           
             So
             Tribes
             returne
             to
             Palestine
             againe
             ,
          
           
             And
             Portugall
             shakes
             off
             the
             yoke
             of
             Spaine
             .
             
          
           
             How
             this
             was
             done
             the
             following
             lines
             shall
             speake
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             how
             mans
             Arts
             to
             Providence
             are
             weake
             .
          
           
             No
             end
             of
             Taxes
             ,
             of
             Excises
             none
             ,
          
           
             How
             to
             get
             money
             still
             is
             thought
             upon
             ;
          
           
             Water
             excis'd
             ,
             and
             Spanish
             Lordans
             are
          
           
             So
             greedy
             ,
             they
             would
             taxe
             even
             the
             free
             Aire
             .
          
           
             True
             Patriots
             are
             supprest
             ,
             and
             only
             they
          
           
             Advanc'd
             for
             Officers
             ,
             who
             have
             the
             way
          
           
             To
             grinde
             the
             Land
             ,
             and
             out
             the
             poore
             mans
             throat
          
           
             Get
             for
             Corbona
             an
             extorted
             g●oat
             ,
          
           
             Harpies
             o
             th'
             the
             Commonwealth
             ,
             who
             procure
             hate
          
           
             To
             an
             easie
             King
             ,
             and
             cosen
             King
             ,
             and
             State
             .
          
           
             All
             tattred
             th'
             other
             day
             ,
             Banc●●apts
             ,
             poore
             Johns
             ,
          
           
             Now
             prance
             it
             on
             their
             foote-clothes
             ,
             are
             great
             Dons
             :
          
           
             These
             are
             disperst
             through
             the
             whole
             Kingdome
             ,
             and
          
           
             Their
             Arbitrary
             power
             for
             Law
             must
             stand
             ,
          
           
             They
             are
             seconded
             at
             Court
             ,
             if
             any
             take
          
           
             Exceptions
             ,
             are
             so
             potent
             ,
             they
             can
             make
          
           
             Him
             a
             dangerous
             Malignant
             ,
             have
             him
             sent
          
           
             For
             up
             ,
             plagu'd
             in
             purse
             or
             imprisonment
             .
          
           
             Thus
             grones
             poore
             Portugall
             ,
             knowes
             not
             to
             whom
          
           
             She
             should
             addresse
             her selfe
             ,
             no
             helpe
             from
             home
             .
          
           
             St.
             Julians
             Fort
             is
             in
             the
             Spaniards
             hands
             ,
          
           
             All
             Castles
             kept
             by
             Military
             Bands
             .
          
           
             No
             Lovers
             of
             their
             Countrey
             weapon
             beare
             ,
          
           
             But
             sent
             to
             Italy
             ,
             or
             Flanders
             ,
             there
          
           
             A
             Gods
             name
             let
             'em
             fight
             the
             ●●ore
             are
             slaine
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             firme
             is
             the
             Monarchy
             of
             Spaine
             .
          
           
           
             Now
             steps
             in
             Providence
             ,
             no
             more
             quoth
             she
          
           
             Of
             bondage
             ;
             I
             will
             set
             this
             Nation
             free
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             D'
             Almeida
             with
             the
             Mello's
             plot
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             cease
             till
             they
             have
             freedome
             got
             .
          
           
             And
             take
             that
             crowne
             from
             the
             third
             Philips
             Son
             ,
             
          
           
             Which
             D'
             
               ALVAS
            
             Armes
             for
             Prudent
             Philip
             won
             .
          
           
             Could
             humane
             wit
             or
             strength
             ?
             But
             sole
             
               GODS
            
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               PROVIDENCE
            
             (
             that
             can
             events
             command
             )
          
           
             So
             soone
             ,
             
             so
             easily
             with
             no
             losse
             of
             blood
          
           
             Redeeme
             a
             Kingdome
             from
             long
             servitude
             ?
          
           
             But
             wee
             must
             know
             the
             Kings
             ,
             and
             Peoples
             sin
          
           
             Translates
             the
             Natives
             ,
             
             and
             brings
             strangers
             in
             .
          
           
             So
             Roderigo'es
             fault
             brought
             Moores
             to
             Spaine
             ,
             
          
           
             Our
             Britaine
             by
             the
             Saxon
             ,
             
             Norman
             ,
             Dane
             ,
          
           
             Subdu'd
             ;
             
             the
             French-mens
             sins
             for
             us
             have
             fought
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             but
             our
             owne
             sins
             fetch't
             in
             the
             Scot
             ?
          
           
             So
             when
             the
             Conquerours
             crimes
             weigh
             downe
             the
             scale
             ,
          
           
             They
             make
             their
             Vassailes
             over
             them
             prevaile
             .
          
           
             When
             wise
             ,
             and
             just
             men
             fall
             ,
             Fooles
             ,
             Tyrants
             rise
          
           
             On
             the
             heavenly
             disposition
             with
             squint
             eyes
          
           
             Wee
             looke
             ,
             
             and
             cry
             an
             
               ERROVR
            
             of
             the
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             When
             rightly
             't
             is
             a
             supreme
             Providence
             .
          
           
             Le
             ts
             higher
             goe
             .
             
             Abimelech
             combin'd
          
           
             With
             Sichem
             ,
             and
             with
             Mello
             ,
             all
             are
             joyn'd
          
           
             To
             ruine
             Gedeons
             house
             .
             The
             Olive
             Tree
             ,
          
           
             The
             Vine
             ,
             the
             Fig-tree
             put
             off
             Majesty
             :
          
           
             
               Tell
               the
               Trees
               plainely
               ;
               wee
               'le
               not
               lose
               our
               ease
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               your
               sakes
               so
               much
               our selves
               displease
               .
            
             
               Wee
               shoote
               ,
               wee
               spring
               ,
               wee
               flourish
               ,
               bring
               forth
               fruite
            
             
               Which
               with
               the
               Spring
               ,
               the
               Summer
               ,
               Autumne
               suite
            
             
               Please
               God
               ,
               and
               man
               :
               what
               are
               great
               Monarks
               shares
               ?
            
             
               But
               as
               their
               Realmes
               ,
               so
               multiply
               their
               cares
               .
            
          
           
             Only
             a
             Whin
             ,
             a
             Bramble
             will
             be
             great
             ,
          
           
             Takes
             complacence
             enthron'd
             in
             Royall
             Seate
             ;
          
           
             But
             what
             's
             the
             sequell
             ?
             Sichemites
             shall
             rue
          
           
             That
             with
             their
             Tyrant
             Gedeons
             Race
             they
             slewe
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             such
             murders
             chose
             Abimelek
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             Gloried
             in
             him
             :
             Now
             steps
             in
             Providence
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             Joathan
             fortold
             'em
             .
             God
             shall
             send
          
           
             From
             the
             darke
             shades
             of
             hell
             some
             subtile
             Fiend
             ,
          
           
             That
             shall
             the
             Subjects
             ,
             and
             the
             King
             divide
             ,
          
           
             Make
             them
             hate
             his
             Tyranny
             ,
             him
             their
             pride
             :
          
           
             They
             upbraid
             him
             with
             his
             Brethrens
             murther
             ,
             though
          
           
             They
             were
             associates
             in
             the
             murther
             :
             (
             So
          
           
             Eager
             on
             mischeife
             ,
             wee
             first
             rashly
             doe
             ,
          
           
             At
             leasure
             see
             how
             foule
             the
             fact
             's
             ,
             then
             rue
             )
          
           
             He
             who
             was
             raised
             by
             them
             ,
             rases
             their
             Walls
             ,
          
           
             Destroyes
             their
             Towne
             ,
             and
             by
             a
             woman
             falls
             .
          
           
             (
             Heavens
             not
             permitting
             such
             League
             should
             last
             long
             ,
          
           
             Which
             for
             Foundation
             murther
             had
             and
             wrong
             .
             )
          
           
             Marke
             Kingdomes
             ,
             Common-wealths
             ,
             and
             private
             States
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             'le
             observe
             not
             Fortune
             nor
             the
             Fates
             ,
          
           
             But
             
               GODS
            
             transcendent
             Providence
             beare
             sway
             ,
          
           
             And
             alwayes
             sin
             with
             shame
             ,
             or
             sorrow
             pay
             .
          
           
             As
             Providence
             and
             Power
             ,
             so
             his
             science
             is
          
           
             His
             Bounty
             ,
             Mercy
             ,
             Justice
             ,
             an
             Abysse
          
           
             Of
             infinite
             Perfections
             .
             Wee
             le
             conceive
             ,
          
           
             Millions
             of
             worlds
             i'
             th
             Divine
             Essence
             ,
             leave
          
           
             Nothing
             which
             may
             adde
             beauty
             ,
             give
             delight
          
           
             To
             the
             understanding
             ,
             hearing
             ,
             and
             the
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Angels
             surmounting
             sands
             o
             th'
             Ocean
             shore
             ,
          
           
             Of
             populous
             Nations
             a
             far
             ampler
             store
             ,
          
           
             Then
             should
             of
             Atomes
             be
             ,
             
             had
             this
             vast
             Frame
             ▪
          
           
             Nothing
             but
             distinct
             Atomes
             in
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Now
             ,
             what
             a
             pleasant
             Vision
             wert
             ?
             If
             you
          
           
             Saw
             all
             these
             objects
             in
             one
             simple
             view
             .
          
           
             Millions
             of
             Angels
             ,
             Men
             ,
             Beasts
             ,
             Plants
             ,
             rich
             Stones
          
           
             All
             Minerals
             ,
             heard
             all
             Symphonies
             at
             once
             .
          
           
             Beheld
             all
             Colours
             ,
             Fields
             ,
             Woods
             ,
             Trees
             ,
             Flowres
             ,
             Fountaines
             ,
          
           
             Oceans
             ,
             Springs
             ,
             Rivers
             ,
             Vallies
             ,
             Plaines
             ,
             Rocks
             ,
             Mountaines
             ,
          
           
             Numberlesse
             Cityes
             ,
             Hamlets
             ,
             Castles
             ,
             Courts
             ,
          
           
             All
             recreations
             ,
             all
             delightfull
             sports
             .
          
           
             Is
             there
             delight
             in
             War
             ?
             the
             Seige
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             And
             sacking
             oft'
             ?
             How
             barbarous
             Kings
             destroy
          
           
             Rome
             ,
             and
             Jerusalem
             :
             The
             Punik
             slights
          
           
             Of
             Hannibal
             ,
             Grecian
             ,
             and
             Romane
             fights
             :
          
           
           
             The
             battailes
             by
             our
             third
             stout
             Edward
             fought
          
           
             Against
             the
             French
             ,
             and
             Flower-de
             Luces
             got
          
           
             To
             adorne
             our
             Scutcheons
             ,
             the
             renowned
             story
          
           
             O'
             th
             Field
             of
             Agincourt
             fift
             Harries
             glory
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             with
             
               BLOVD
            
             not
             inke
             should
             be
             set
             downe
          
           
             Our
             
               CIVILL
            
             fights
             ,
             since
             that
             at
             Keinton
             Towne
             ,
          
           
             Which
             so
             much
             bloud
             ,
             and
             many
             lives
             have
             cost
             ,
          
           
             That
             whosoever
             was
             gainer
             ,
             England
             lost
             :
          
           
             Had
             they
             been
             well
             imploy'd
             ,
             those
             Legions
             might
          
           
             Have
             subdu'd
             France
             ,
             regain'd
             the
             Electorall
             Right
             .
          
           
             The
             Romane
             Triumphs
             ,
             and
             Olympian
             Games
             ,
          
           
             And
             whatsoe're
             Magnificent
             in
             Fames
          
           
             Booke
             stands
             registred
             ,
             is
             ,
             shall
             be
             ,
             hath
             been
             ,
          
           
             Are
             in
             Gods
             Essence
             as
             a
             Mirrour
             seen
             :
          
           
             And
             all
             these
             knowne
             a
             thousand
             Myria●s
             more
          
           
             Of
             objects
             may
             be
             seen
             ,
             and
             yet
             the
             store
          
           
             Never
             exhausted
             :
             
               GOD
            
             alone
             must
             be
          
           
             The
             Comprehender
             ,
             of
             his
             Infinitie
             .
          
           
             Eternally
             there
             was
             duration
             ,
             though
          
           
             Nor
             Yeares
             ,
             
             nor
             Monthes
             ,
             six
             thousand
             yeares
             agoe
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Dayes
             ,
             nor
             Houres
             ,
             nor
             minutes
             did
             divide
          
           
             Ages
             ,
             and
             Times
             ,
             and
             all
             these
             specifi'd
          
           
             By
             the
             perpetuall
             motions
             of
             the
             
               SVN
               ,
            
          
           
             As
             he
             shall
             through
             his
             annuall
             mansions
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             carrying
             his
             eternall
             Light
          
           
             Make
             Winter
             ,
             Summer
             ,
             Autumne
             ,
             spring
             ,
             day
             ,
             night
             .
          
           
             So
             when
             the
             world
             shall
             fade
             ,
             and
             all
             these
             ●●ase
             ,
          
           
             The
             tired
             Earth
             injoy
             a
             constant
             peace
             .
          
           
             No
             Plough
             rip
             up
             her
             Bowels
             :
             The
             Gl●be-land
          
           
             Still
             unmannured
             ,
             and
             untilled
             stand
             .
          
           
             No
             aurigations
             of
             the
             heavenly
             ca●res
             ,
          
           
             No
             incertaine
             motions
             of
             the
             wandring
             Stars
             .
          
           
             Shall
             not
             there
             be
             
               DVRATION
               ?
            
             Sure
             there
             shall
             ,
          
           
             But
             such
             an
             one
             as
             comprehendeth
             all
          
           
             Ages
             ,
             and
             Times
             ,
             the
             present
             ,
             future
             ,
             past
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             these
             vanish'd
             evermore
             shall
             last
             ,
          
           
             And
             is
             the
             same
             with
             God
             .
             This
             never
             had
          
           
             Beginning
             ,
             never
             shall
             have
             end
             .
             This
             made
          
           
           
             When
             it
             pleas'd
             him
             the
             universe
             :
             Wee
             know
          
           
             How
             long
             't
             is
             since
             he
             made
             it
             :
             If
             wee
             goe
          
           
             
               FVRTHER
            
             that
             
               FVRTHER
            
             is
             Eternity
             ,
          
           
             And
             will
             not
             measur'd
             ,
             but
             admired
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             who
             conceives
             some
             thousand
             Centuries
          
           
             Of
             ages
             past
             ,
             and
             againe
             multiplies
          
           
             The
             same
             millions
             ,
             and
             millions
             more
             of
             time
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             cannot
             this
             grand
             Calculator
             climbe
             ,
          
           
             Although
             perpetually
             he
             multiply
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Top
             of
             
               GODS
            
             eternity
             .
          
           
             Who
             only
             can
             his
             owne
             
               DVRATION
            
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Above
             created
             thoughts
             ineffable
             .
          
           
             These
             glorious
             Attributes
             ,
             and
             Idioms
             shew
          
           
             A
             mighty
             
               GOD
               ,
            
             come
             wee
             to
             things
             below
             .
          
           
             As
             he
             converses
             with
             the
             sons
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             Bestowes
             his
             gifts
             ,
             beares
             with
             their
             manners
             ,
             then
          
           
             Greater
             amazement
             will
             arise
             to
             see
          
           
             His
             Bounty
             ,
             Mercy
             ,
             Longanimity
             ;
          
           
             But
             wee
             le
             defer
             to
             insist
             upon
             this
             Text
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             Devotion
             prosecute
             the
             next
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             Honorable
             ,
             my
             most
             honored
             Friends
             ,
             the
             Lady
             Francis
             Nevil
             :
             And
             Mistrisse
             Margaret
             Brooke
             her
             Daughter
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Tertius
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               Wee
               sing
               the
               Notions
               of
               the
               Father
               ,
               Son
               ,
            
             
               And
               Holy
               Ghost
               ,
               issuing
               from
               both
               ;
               yet
               ONE
            
             
               With
               BOTH
               :
               One
               individed
               Essence
               :
               Three
            
             
               Persons
               by
               relative
               Pluralitie
               :
            
             
               Man
               is
               Gods
               Image
               ,
               and
               do's
               represent
            
             
               This
               Ternall
               One
               ,
               
               and
               the
               unconfinde
               extent
            
             
               Of
               the
               whole
               Macrocosme
               ;
               yet
               never
               shall
            
             
               Be
               happy
               till
               he
               gaine
               this
               ONE
               ,
               this
               ALL
               .
            
          
           
             SHall
             he
             from
             whose
             redundant
             Plenitude
          
           
             Wee
             all
             receive
             ,
             Being
             ,
             Grace
             ,
             Beatitude
             .
          
           
             Who
             fills
             the
             Ocean
             with
             innumerous
             spawnes
             ,
          
           
             Replenishes
             the
             Desarts
             ,
             and
             the
             Lawnes
          
           
             With
             stocke
             of
             Cattell
             ,
             dayly
             do's
             repaire
          
           
             With
             yong
             ones
             the
             inhabitants
             of
             the
             Aire
             .
          
           
             Can
             such
             a
             God
             be
             barren
             ?
             
             No
             ,
             a
             sire
          
           
             Issuing
             a
             Son
             shall
             with
             that
             Son
             conspire
          
           
             To
             breath
             the
             Holy
             Ghost
             ,
             and
             all
             these
             three
          
           
             Equall
             in
             glory
             and
             in
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             Ethinks
             acknowledg'd
             ,
             though
             with
             much
             adoe
          
           
             One
             God
             ,
             but
             knew
             not
             what
             belonged
             to
          
           
           
             ATRIAD
             what
             is
             Divine
             
               GENERATION
               ,
            
          
           
             What
             is
             
               PROCESSION
            
             what
             active
             
               SPIRATION
               .
            
          
           
             The
             
               FATHER
            
             needs
             must
             ●et
             a
             
               SON
               ,
            
             and
             then
             ,
          
           
             That
             
               FATHER
            
             and
             that
             
               SON
            
             give
             Origen
          
           
             To
             the
             Holy
             Ghost
             ;
             the
             first
             Two
             cannot
             be
             ,
          
           
             Vnlesse
             they
             make
             their
             Number
             Ternary
             :
          
           
             For
             Love
             which
             gives
             all
             Creatures
             birth
             and
             growth
             ,
          
           
             Before
             all
             Creatures
             had
             his
             birth
             from
             Both
             :
          
           
             (
             Father
             on
             Son
             the
             Son
             on
             Him
             reflecting
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             mutuall
             Complacence
             affecting
             )
          
           
             The
             Synagogue
             of
             this
             had
             shaddows
             ;
             but
          
           
             Their
             Lanthorne
             was
             under
             a
             Bushell
             put
             :
             
          
           
             And
             the
             Hebrew
             Rites
             ,
             
             and
             Books
             Enigma's
             are
             ,
          
           
             They
             '
             explaine
             not
             Truths
             ,
             but
             poynt
             at
             from
             a
             far
             ;
          
           
             The
             Law
             in
             measure
             ,
             
             above
             measure
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             When
             that
             once
             past
             ,
             this
             other
             comes
             in
             place
             .
          
           
             That
             Lambe
             ,
             that
             Lampe
             of
             the
             Caelestiall
             Towne
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             leave
             his
             royall
             Throne
             ,
             and
             comming
             downe
             ,
          
           
             Enucleat
             Mysteries
             ,
             preach
             a
             Godhead
             ,
             three
          
           
             In
             Notions
             ,
             yet
             a
             pure
             Identitie
             .
          
           
             Who
             comprehends
             himselfe
             ,
             could
             onely
             tell
             ,
          
           
             GODS
             immanent
             Acts
             ,
             that
             are
             ineffable
             .
          
           
             O
             thou
             Eternall
             Son
             ,
             and
             Word
             ,
             who
             far
             ,
          
           
             (
             i
             th'
             raies
             of
             Saints
             )
             before
             the
             morning
             Star
          
           
             Wert
             got
             ,
             
             and
             spoke
             ;
             let
             's
             through
             all
             Ages
             break
             ,
          
           
             And
             search
             ,
             when
             GOD
             did
             thee
             beget
             ,
             and
             speake
             ;
          
           
             For
             both
             are
             One
             ,
             GOD
             did
             no
             more
             afford
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             thee
             birth
             ,
             then
             uttering
             of
             a
             Word
             .
          
           
             Le
             ts
             search
             a
             hundreth
             thousand
             Ages
             moe
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             shall
             we
             not
             thy
             Birth
             ,
             and
             utterance
             know
             .
          
           
             If
             we
             thy
             Father
             question
             ,
             hee
             le
             reply
             ,
          
           
             My
             Son
             is
             both
             so
             old
             ,
             and
             young
             as
             I.
          
           
             When
             he
             was
             got
             ,
             as
             no
             time
             can
             designe
             ,
          
           
             So
             when
             he
             was
             not
             got
             ,
             no
             time
             define
             .
          
           
             Yet
             of
             his
             Origen
             ,
             you
             truly
             may
             ,
          
           
             Affirme
             he
             is
             begetting
             every
             day
             :
          
           
             And
             through
             Eternity
             all
             Ages
             past
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             this
             continued
             Generation
             last
             .
          
           
           
             A
             
               SON
            
             of
             's
             
               FATHER
            
             independant
             ,
             Heat
          
           
             As
             th'e
             
               ORIGEN
               ,
            
             whence
             t
             is
             deriv'd
             so
             great
             .
          
           
             True
             
               GENERATIONS
            
             yet
             devoid
             o●
             Motions
             ,
          
           
             Reall
             relations
             ,
             yet
             no
             more
             then
             Notions
             .
          
           
             As
             the
             Vast
             Ocean
             that
             surrounds
             the
             Earth
             ,
          
           
             Though
             it
             give
             
               RIVERS
            
             springs
             and
             Brookes
             their
             Birth
             ,
          
           
             Euphrates
             ,
             Volga
             ,
             Quahu
             ,
             Nile
             ,
             our
             Thame
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             never
             wanteth
             but
             runs
             stil
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             As
             th●nkfullie
             all
             these
             Returne
             againe
          
           
             And
             ●isembog●e
             themselves
             into
             the
             Maine
             .
          
           
             The
             
               FATHER
            
             never
             wants
             ,
             although
             the
             
               SON
            
          
           
             〈…〉
             hath
             :
             nor
             are
             these
             
               TWO
            
             undone
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             the
             least
             jot
             of
             all
             their
             Treasure
             lost
          
           
             Though
             al
             's
             be
             f●owde
             upon
             the
             holy
             Gost
             .
          
           
             For
             though
             they
             mutuallie
             give
             all
             their
             store
          
           
             Yet
             give
             they
             so
             ,
             that
             they
             can
             stil
             give
             more
             .
          
           
             Imagine
             some
             Eternall
             Spring
             ,
             or
             Mine
          
           
             Whence
             Purest
             Gold
             is
             ●igd
             ,
             flowes
             richest
             wine
             ,
          
           
             And
             yo
             'ule
             conceive
             some
             glimsies
             that
             come
             nigh
          
           
             ●o
             shadowe
             this
             stil
             Bounteous
             Trintie
             .
          
           
             Not
             Trimegistus
             or
             the
             Stagy●it
             ,
          
           
             Not
             any
             Stoik
             ,
             
             or
             Platonik
             wit
             ,
          
           
             Though
             Monas
             Monadem
             begat
             ,
             can
             tell
          
           
             How
             this
             Fecunditie
             ,
             yet
             no
             wombes
             swell
             ,
          
           
             Arises
             ,
             how
             one
             can
             give
             all
             his
             store
          
           
             Yet
             never
             be
             exhausted
             ,
             never
             poore
             .
          
           
             Such
             science
             is
             a
             more
             peculiar
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Granted
             to
             none
             o'
             th
             Philosophike
             race
             ,
          
           
             And
             who
             will
             have
             this
             
               TRIAD
            
             for
             his
             booke
          
           
             Must
             with
             
               FAITHS
            
             candle
             on
             the
             volume
             looke
             ,
          
           
             Though
             none
             can
             understand
             each
             page
             aright
          
           
             Who
             has
             not
             for
             his
             Flame-bew
             Glories
             light
             .
          
           
             Merchants
             ,
             who
             travell
             to
             the
             rising
             
               SVN
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             view
             his
             setting
             when
             the
             day
             is
             done
          
           
             In
             neither
             of
             the
             Worlds
             can
             fulnes
             finde
             ,
          
           
             For
             though
             they
             fill
             their
             purses
             ,
             yet
             their
             minde
          
           
             Is
             emptie
             still
             ,
             and
             still
             they
             covet
             more
             ,
          
           
             And
             are
             amidst
             their
             heapes
             of
             Riches
             pore
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Macedonian
             youth
             contented
             not
          
           
             Himselfe
             with
             the
             whole
             World
             his
             sword
             had
             got
             .
          
           
             The
             Reason
             :
             all
             things
             here
             confined
             are
          
           
             Within
             their
             Modell
             ,
             insufficient
             far
          
           
             To
             satisfie
             mans
             
               APPETITE
            
             ordain'd
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             be
             satisfi'd
             till
             
               GOD
            
             begaind
             .
          
           
             The
             Spherik
             Figure
             no
             waye
             can
             suffice
             ,
          
           
             To
             equall
             what
             is
             made
             
               TRIANGLE
            
             wise
             .
          
           
             Lay
             one
             upon
             another
             ,
             you
             shall
             see
          
           
             All
             waies
             some
             corners
             will
             unfurnish'd
             be
             .
          
           
             When
             the
             Worlds
             maker
             made
             mans
             Soule
             ,
             the
             same
          
           
             Triangular
             did
             the
             best
             Worke-man
             frame
          
           
             To
             represent
             his
             matchles
             self
             and
             be
          
           
             The
             Image
             of
             one
             
               GOD
            
             in
             Persons
             three
             ;
          
           
             Ordaining
             him
             to
             love
             ,
             to
             honour
             ,
             serve
          
           
             His
             
               GOD
               ,
            
             who
             for
             such
             service
             do's
             reserve
          
           
             A
             Crowne
             ,
             and
             place
             in
             Heaven
             ;
             where
             he
             shall
             see
          
           
             The
             
               TRIADS
            
             order
             ,
             and
             how
             all
             things
             be
          
           
             Deriv'd
             from
             thence
             .
             Nor
             can
             there
             ought
             be
             found
          
           
             In
             this
             low
             O●be
             ,
             that
             's
             Sphericall
             ,
             and
             round
             ,
          
           
             May
             satisfie
             our
             Soules
             ;
             nor
             can
             wee
             ●est
          
           
             In
             Creatures
             ,
             who
             are
             ordred
             to
             be
             blest
          
           
             By
             his
             fruition
             ,
             who
             to
             Creatures
             gave
          
           
             That
             existence
             ,
             and
             essence
             which
             they
             have
             .
          
           
             Sol'e
             
               GODS
            
             proportion'd
             to
             our
             Soules
             ,
             and
             till
          
           
             
               GOD
            
             be
             injoid
             ,
             wee
             nere
             shall
             have
             our
             fill
             ,
          
           
             Unles
             wee
             feed
             on
             this
             Celestiall
             meate
             ,
          
           
             Wee
             still
             shall
             hunger
             ,
             still
             desire
             to
             eare
             .
          
           
             Creatures
             observe
             that
             order
             ,
             keepe
             that
             state
             ,
          
           
             Which
             
               GOD
            
             appoints
             :
             Sole
             
               MAN'S
            
             retrogradate
             .
          
           
             Behold
             the
             wandring
             Planets
             ,
             and
             fix't
             stars
          
           
             Are
             Constant
             in
             the
             motion
             of
             their
             Cars
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             they
             approch
             ,
             or
             goe
             from
             severall
             seates
          
           
             Cause
             winters
             nipping
             frosts
             ,
             and
             Summer
             heates
             .
          
           
             Make
             buds
             and
             blossomes
             sprout
             foorth
             in
             the
             Spring
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Au●●mne
             to
             perfection
             bring
             .
          
           
             See
             how
             the
             Simple
             Elements
             Combine
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             making
             of
             mixt
             Bodies
             ioyne
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Fire
             ,
             the
             Ayre
             ,
             the
             Water
             ,
             that
             surrounds
          
           
             The
             Earth
             ▪
             how
             all
             observe
             their
             proper
             bounds
             ,
          
           
             And
             very
             bounteously
             themselves
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             On
             all
             things
             that
             have
             sense
             ,
             or
             move
             ,
             or
             grow
             .
          
           
             Suppose
             (
             what
             will
             not
             be
             )
             some
             glorious
             light
             ,
          
           
             (
             The
             Sun
             or
             Moone
             )
             should
             fall
             from
             Heaven
             ,
             or
             quite
          
           
             Extinguished
             be
             :
             suppose
             Gods
             arme
             should
             take
          
           
             This
             World
             ,
             and
             of
             't
             the
             Pristine
             Chaos
             make
             ;
          
           
             Involving
             in
             the
             same
             calamity
             ,
          
           
             The
             old
             ,
             the
             middle
             aged
             ,
             and
             the
             Frie
             .
          
           
             Here
             death
             gives
             rest
             to
             Beasts
             ,
             to
             Fish
             ,
             to
             Foule
             ,
          
           
             All
             paine
             expiring
             with
             the
             fleeting
             Soule
             :
          
           
             And
             though
             here
             's
             some
             inversion
             of
             that
             end
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Nature
             in
             Creation
             did
             pretend
             :
          
           
             Yet
             t
             is
             no
             more
             then
             if
             some
             Clowne
             should
             grub
             ,
          
           
             Or
             cut
             a
             plant
             up
             ,
             but
             as
             yet
             a
             shrub
             ;
          
           
             Or
             a
             young
             Partridge
             caught
             i
             th'
             Fowlers
             net
             ,
          
           
             Or
             by
             the
             Hawke
             devour'd
             Pin-fether'd
             yet
             .
          
           
             But
             different
             far
             is
             Mans
             accursed
             state
             ,
          
           
             If
             by
             transgression
             he
             prevaricate
             :
          
           
             For
             if
             in
             prosecution
             he
             shall
             erre
             ,
          
           
             Sulphurean
             Flames
             that
             first
             prepared
             were
          
           
             For
             the
             Infernall
             Fiends
             must
             be
             his
             hire
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             condemned
             Ghosts
             ,
             eternall
             fire
             .
          
           
             Better
             he
             had
             nere
             been
             borne
             ,
             
             then
             be
             borne
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             dying
             ,
             he
             must
             live
             in
             endlesse
             woe
             :
          
           
             For
             not
             as
             soules
             of
             Birds
             and
             Beasts
             ,
             Mans
             minde
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             with
             the
             body
             dissolution
             finde
             ;
          
           
             But
             when
             chance
             ,
             age
             ,
             or
             sicknesse
             break
             the
             tye
             ,
          
           
             Twixt
             Body
             and
             the
             Soule
             ,
             this
             last
             shall
             flye
          
           
             (
             Supported
             by
             the
             wings
             of
             heavenly
             love
             )
          
           
             To
             those
             magnifie●e
             Pallaces
             above
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Saints
             and
             Angels
             with
             much
             blithenesse
             sing
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             Trophees
             of
             the
             slaughtered
             Lambe
             ,
             and
             bring
          
           
             Their
             Anadems
             of
             Glory
             ,
             (
             as
             t
             is
             meet
             )
          
           
             Offering
             them
             ,
             and
             themselves
             at
             
               IESVS
            
             feet
             .
          
           
             Who
             with
             the
             treasure
             of
             his
             precious
             blood
             ,
          
           
             Purchast
             his
             Courtiers
             such
             Beatitude
             .
          
           
           
             Or
             else
             the
             Soule
             poysde
             with
             transacted
             faults
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             streight
             descend
             to
             subterranean
             Vaults
             ;
          
           
             Where
             horrour
             with
             pale
             desperation
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             And
             damned
             Ghosts
             eternally
             shall
             yell
             .
          
           
             'T
             would
             be
             some
             ease
             if
             thousand
             myriads
             past
             ,
          
           
             Of
             yeares
             ,
             Hels
             torments
             should
             have
             end
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             But
             they
             'le
             endure
             so
             long
             as
             GOD
             shall
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             way
             equalize
             eternity
             .
          
           
             O
             thou
             all-potent
             Trinity
             ,
             whose
             hand
             ,
          
           
             First
             made
             ,
             then
             polisht
             Fire
             ,
             Aire
             ,
             Water
             ,
             Land
             :
          
           
             Prescribdst
             to
             all
             their
             duty
             ,
             and
             their
             end
             ,
          
           
             Which
             they
             without
             reluctancie
             attend
             ,
          
           
             And
             gaine
             ;
             Illuminate
             our
             souls
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             Wherefore
             thou
             mad'st
             us
             ,
             whether
             we
             should
             goe
             ;
          
           
             To
             heaven
             our
             journey
             is
             ,
             direct
             our
             wayes
             ,
          
           
             To
             that
             blest
             Land
             ;
             there
             crowne
             us
             with
             thy
             rayes
          
           
             Of
             glory
             ;
             who
             made
             by
             ,
             and
             after
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Without
             thy selfe
             shall
             nev'r
             contented
             be
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             Honorable
             ,
             William
             Savile
             ,
             Baronet
             ,
             my
             Godson
             .
             Edward
             Atsloe
             ,
             Iohn
             Church
             ,
             Esquires
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Quartus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               Wee
               sing
               what
               power
               bad
               Angels
               have
               ,
               and
               how
            
             
               All
               causes
               ,
               and
               their
               consequents
               they
               knowe
               ,
            
             
               Are
               incorporeall
               ,
               and
               with
               w●nged
               speed
            
             
               Act
               what
               they
               will
               ,
               but
               not
               their
               bounds
               exceed
               .
            
             
               Wee
               sing
               unhappie
               mans
               corrupted
               state
               ,
            
             
               How
               more
               then
               Beasts
               he
               do's
               degenerate
               .
            
          
           
             THe
             World
             being
             finish't
             God
             amazed
             stood
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             with
             much
             complacence
             pronounc'd
             al
             's
             good
             :
          
           
             If
             all
             be
             good
             ,
             how
             come
             ill
             Angels
             then
          
           
             (
             So
             noxious
             ,
             yet
             so
             conversant
             with
             men
             ?
             )
          
           
             If
             they
             are
             ill
             ,
             why
             are
             they
             lef't
             to
             roame
          
           
             Abroad
             ,
             why
             are
             they
             not
             confin'd
             to
             home
          
           
             In
             Hell
             ?
             why
             did
             they
             not
             when
             they
             lost
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Forfeite
             as
             well
             their
             Energye
             as
             place
             ?
          
           
             In
             Heaven
             ?
             they
             can
             doe
             wonders
             ,
             have
             a
             power
          
           
             As
             great
             as
             Sions
             courtier's
             ,
             some
             have
             more
             .
          
           
             What
             from
             the
             rising
             of
             the
             Radiant
             sune
             ,
          
           
             Till
             in
             the
             Occident
             his
             race
             be
             run
          
           
             Is
             acted
             ,
             
             they
             see
             clearely
             ,
             can
             without
          
           
             Passing
             through
             Medium's
             scu'd
             the
             World
             about
          
           
             It'h
             twinckling
             of
             an
             eye
             ;
             at
             distance
             can
          
           
             Mountaines
             oreturne
             ,
             destroye
             ,
             or
             tempt
             a
             man
             .
          
           
           
             Locall
             Dimensions
             limit
             not
             their
             Sphere
          
           
             Of
             action
             ,
             where
             they
             operate
             they
             are
             there
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             these
             Devils
             can
             the
             Sun
             as
             soone
          
           
             Shut
             in
             a
             lanthorne
             ,
             as
             deduce
             the
             Moone
          
           
             Downe
             from
             it's
             Mansion
             ;
             yet
             they
             are
             petty
             Kings
          
           
             In
             the
             airie
             Region
             ,
             
             and
             ore
             earthly
             things
          
           
             Can
             dominere
             ,
             although
             not
             reach
             so
             farre
          
           
             As
             is
             the
             Mansion
             of
             the
             lowest
             Starre
             ,
          
           
             All
             Theorie
             ,
             and
             Practike
             arts
             they
             knowe
             ,
          
           
             Natures
             abstruser
             secrets
             ,
             no
             plants
             growe
             ,
          
           
             But
             they
             their
             Virtues
             ken
             ,
             and
             can
             apply
          
           
             Actives
             on
             Passives
             to
             bring
             miserie
          
           
             And
             witchcrafts
             upon
             man
             ,
             and
             as
             if
             wee
          
           
             Framde
             of
             Ambition
             ,
             envie
             ,
             enmitie
             ,
          
           
             Were
             not
             sufficient
             Devills
             to
             our selves
             ,
          
           
             Wee
             must
             have
             ayde
             from
             these
             Infernall
             Elves
          
           
             In
             our
             malitious
             plots
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             hire
          
           
             Damne
             our
             owne
             soules
             to
             their
             eternall
             fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             wee
             share
             in
             their
             Iniquitie
             ,
          
           
             So
             in
             their
             punishment
             associates
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             such
             must
             of
             necessity
             be
             ill
             ,
          
           
             Who
             once
             deprav'd
             can
             never
             change
             their
             will
             ,
          
           
             Never
             retract
             an
             Error
             ,
             nor
             repent
          
           
             What
             once
             (
             apprehended
             good
             )
             they
             durst
             attempt
             .
          
           
             Speake
             more
             Celestiall
             Muses
             ,
             what
             's
             the
             cause
          
           
             Of
             so
             much
             pervicacie
             against
             the
             Lawes
          
           
             Of
             humane
             sence
             ,
             how
             fell
             the
             Angels
             downe
          
           
             Why
             did
             they
             forfeit
             that
             Perennall
             Crowne
          
           
             Due
             to
             integrity
             and
             (
             Virgins
             )
             knowe
          
           
             The
             knowledge
             of
             such
             Cronicles
             you
             owe
          
           
             To
             Sacred
             Historyes
             ?
             how
             Ba●thasar
             ,
          
           
             And
             Nemroths
             Babylon
             surprized
             are
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             Assyrian
             Monarchie
             cast
             downe
          
           
             The
             Medes
             and
             Persians
             share
             the
             Imperiall
             Crowne
             ,
          
           
             How
             Tomyris
             the
             warlicke
             S●ythian
             Queene
          
           
             Amidst
             her
             thickest
             Troopes
             in
             Armour
             seene
             ,
          
           
             Acts
             dire
             Revenge
             ,
             and
             having
             first
             made
             drunke
          
           
             The
             Persian
             Brigades
             ,
             drenches
             the
             cold
             trunck
          
           
           
             Of
             slaughtered
             
               Cyrus
            
             in
             a
             tub
             of
             gore
             ,
          
           
             Bidding
             him
             quaffe
             his
             fill
             ,
             who
             evermore
          
           
             Had
             thirsted
             blood
             ;
             how
             like
             the
             flashing
             fire
             ,
          
           
             Of
             angry
             Heaven
             ,
             when
             Heaven
             and
             Earth
             conspire
          
           
             To
             raise
             a
             tempest
             ,
             
               Alexander
            
             flies
             ,
          
           
             And
             shewes
             the
             World
             his
             glorious
             Victories
             ;
          
           
             How
             by
             death
             conquered
             ,
             he
             who
             conquer'd
             all
             ,
          
           
             Must
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             all
             his
             Trophies
             fall
             ;
          
           
             Many
             great
             
               Homers
               (
               Alexanders
            
             Vow
             )
          
           
             Inrich
             you
             with
             such
             Histories
             ,
             and
             how
             ,
          
           
             
               Caesar
            
             amidst
             and
             by
             perfidious
             friends
             ,
          
           
             I'
             th
             Capitall
             his
             life
             ,
             not
             glory
             ends
             .
          
           
             The
             sad
             disasters
             of
             these
             Monarchies
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             addition
             of
             ten
             thousand
             lyes
             ,
          
           
             Of
             the
             Assyrian
             ,
             Greek
             ,
             Odrysian
             Lords
             ,
          
           
             Innumerous
             Stories
             ,
             numberlesse
             Records
          
           
             Speak
             amply
             :
             many
             Birds
             first
             reassume
             ,
          
           
             Onely
             their
             proper
             Feathers
             ,
             then
             unplume
             ,
          
           
             The
             Roman
             Eagle
             ,
             till
             great
             
               Mahomet
               ,
            
          
           
             As
             he
             did
             
               Constantines
            
             Bizantium
             get
             ,
          
           
             Wrung
             off
             one
             neck
             ,
             and
             in
             that
             Empire
             plac'd
          
           
             The
             beauty
             of
             our
             Towring
             Bird
             defac'd
             .
          
           
             But
             of
             the
             reall
             grounds
             ,
             why
             these
             States
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Why
             th'
             other
             rise
             ,
             no
             mention
             's
             made
             at
             all
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             once
             remembred
             what
             condition
             they
          
           
             Be
             of
             ,
             who
             are
             chiefe
             Actors
             in
             this
             Play
          
           
             Of
             blood
             ,
             and
             death
             ,
             where
             a
             Muse
             buskind
             sings
          
           
             With
             teares
             the
             Fates
             of
             Common-wealths
             ,
             and
             Kings
             .
          
           
             The
             Gentile
             Sages
             by
             experience
             see
             ,
          
           
             But
             know
             not
             whence
             proceeds
             our
             Miserie
             :
          
           
             They
             never
             know
             with
             what
             industrious
             Arts
             ,
          
           
             The
             Devils
             in
             our
             Drames
             act
             chiefest
             parts
             .
          
           
             Why
             Man
             doth
             with
             the
             Spiders
             Cobwebs
             spin
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             net
             wrought
             ,
             unsatisfied
             begin
          
           
             A
             fresher
             web
             ,
             why
             with
             the
             Ante
             take
             paines
             ,
          
           
             With
             such
             sollicitude
             for
             sordid
             gaines
             .
          
           
             Why
             thrust
             the
             Badger
             with
             the
             Foxes
             slight
          
           
             Out
             his
             owne
             Hole
             ,
             why
             with
             the
             Lyons
             might
          
           
           
             Invade
             the
             weaker
             ;
             why
             made
             Lord
             of
             all
          
           
             The
             Universe
             ,
             does
             he
             degenerate
             fall
          
           
             So
             low
             beneath
             himselfe
             ,
             and
             far
             inferiour
          
           
             In
             sence
             to
             many
             Beasts
             ,
             to
             all
             superiour
          
           
             In
             brutish
             qualities
             ,
             exceeds
             the
             Hog
          
           
             In
             drunkennesse
             ,
             more
             sawning
             then
             the
             Dog
             ,
          
           
             When
             profit
             shall
             accrue
             ,
             in
             rage
             outgoes
          
           
             The
             Hircanian
             Tygres
             ,
             when
             assayl'd
             by
             foes
             ,
          
           
             Shee
             saves
             her
             young
             ones
             ,
             and
             with
             teeth
             and
             nayles
          
           
             Against
             a
             world
             of
             combatants
             prevailes
             ;
          
           
             Prouder
             then
             the
             Horse
             ,
             when
             in
             his
             bravery
             ,
          
           
             He
             shall
             attract
             every
             beholde●
             eye
             ▪
          
           
             To
             marke
             him
             onely
             ,
             as
             with
             stately
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Through
             the
             streets
             richly
             hanged
             he
             shall
             pace
             .
          
           
             As
             here
             the
             Gentiles
             all
             are
             silent
             ,
             wee
          
           
             Should
             sit
             amaz'd
             ,
             and
             with
             them
             silent
             be
             ;
          
           
             Wholy
             transformed
             ,
             knowing
             our
             God
             all
             good
             ,
          
           
             Dispute
             ,
             how
             with
             such
             bounty
             it
             hath
             stood
             ,
          
           
             To
             suffer
             his
             chiefe
             creature
             ,
             Man
             to
             fall
             ,
          
           
             In
             such
             disorders
             ,
             and
             permit
             in
             all
          
           
             So
             generall
             a
             confusion
             ,
             when
             behold
             ,
          
           
             Onely
             our
             writs
             the
             Origen
             unsold
          
           
             Of
             all
             these
             mischeifes
             ,
             taught
             by
             them
             wee
             le
             speake
          
           
             The
             causes
             :
             and
             through
             many
             ages
             breake
          
           
             Boldly
             our
             passage
             ope
             ,
             beginning
             long
          
           
             Before
             the
             Universe
             began
             a
             Song
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             right
             Honorable
             ,
             John
             Paulet
             ,
             Marquesse
             of
             Winchester
             ,
             the
             Lady
             Honoria
             ,
             The
             best
             Example
             of
             her
             Sex
             ,
             His
             Marchiones
             ;
             and
             the
             Honorable
             ,
             Walter
             Mountague
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Quintus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               What
               round
               Angels
               ?
               a
               transcendent
               pride
               ?
            
             
               Or
               envy
               ?
               Because
               Man
               was
               Deifide
               .
            
             
               Proud
               
                 Lucifer
              
               turn'd
               Traytor
               animates
            
             
               His
               fellow
               Angels
               to
               be
               associates
            
             
               In
               the
               Rebellion
               :
               
                 Michael
              
               with
               the
               bands
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Loyall
               Subjects
               for
               GODS
               title
               stands
               :
            
             
               The
               Traytors
               lose
               the
               day
               ,
               Grace
               ,
               glories
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               (
               They
               might
               have
               〈◊〉
               )
               toth'
               depth●
               of
               Hell
               cast
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             THe
             Devill
             nere
             was
             glutton
             ;
             never
             soild
             ,
          
           
             With
             amorous
             embraces
             ;
             never
             foild
          
           
             with
             drink
             :
             
             no
             purser
             by
             the
             high
             way
             side
             ,
          
           
             Never
             for
             Murder
             at
             the
             Sessions
             tride
             .
          
           
             (
             Nor
             could
             ●e
             faile
             so
             ,
             such
             concupiscence
          
           
             Following
             corporeall
             faculties
             and
             sense
             .
             )
          
           
             Yet
             has
             he
             perpetrated
             all
             these
             crimes
             ,
          
           
             By
             proxie
             ,
             above
             a
             hundred
             thousand
             times
             )
          
           
             How
             fell
             the
             Devill
             then
             ?
             how
             lost
             his
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             share
             'o
             th
             Deity
             ,
             Coelestiall
             grace
             .
          
           
           
             How
             did
             the
             searcher
             of
             all
             intrailes
             finde
             ,
          
           
             Iniquity
             in
             so
             sublime
             a
             minde
             ?
          
           
             What
             horrid
             act
             hath
             his
             eversion
             wrought
             ?
             
          
           
             Ruine
             on
             him
             ?
             
             on
             Us
             destruction
             brought
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             he
             having
             limp●
             himselfe
             ,
             made
             
               Adam
            
             halt
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             issued
             our
             hereditary
             fault
             .
             )
             
          
           
             Was
             
               Lucifer
            
             a
             Peacock
             ?
             when
             he
             spide
          
           
             His
             specious
             plumes
             ,
             with
             a
             selfe-pleasing
             pride
             ,
          
           
             Tooke
             he
             fond
             complacence
             in
             gifts
             bestowde
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             those
             gifts
             rebeld
             against
             his
             God
             ,
          
           
             Who
             gave
             'em
             ?
             did
             he
             glorying
             in
             his
             state
             ,
          
           
             Aspire
             to
             be
             with
             God
             coequall
             Mate
             ?
          
           
             With
             soaring
             wings
             why
             would
             he
             northward
             flye
             ,
          
           
             And
             independant
             be
             as
             the
             most
             high
             ?
             
          
           
             Or
             did
             not
             envy
             raigne
             ?
             that
             God
             should
             sleight
             ,
          
           
             The
             Angelike
             Essence
             ,
             and
             himselfe
             unite
          
           
             To
             our
             weak
             substance
             ,
             by
             a
             wondrous
             tye
             ,
          
           
             Including
             in
             one
             Man
             the
             Deity
             ,
          
           
             And
             humane
             Nature
             :
             this
             makes
             Traytors
             rise
          
           
             In
             armes
             'gainst
             their
             Creator
             ;
             envies
             eyes
          
           
             Are
             so
             malignant
             ,
             that
             anothers
             good
             ,
          
           
             Like
             daggers
             strikes
             toth'
             heart
             ,
             and
             fetches
             blood
             .
          
           
             
               What
               quoth
               th'
               aspiring
               Angell
               ,
               shall
               this
               slime
            
             
               o
               th
               earth
               ,
               this
               worme
               in
               plenitude
               of
               tyme
               ,
            
             
               Grac'd
               with
               the
               union
               Hypostaticall
               ,
            
             
               Be
               Deified
               ?
               have
               Empire
               overall
               .
            
             
               Must
               Angels
               so
               accomplished
               with
               grace
               ,
            
             
               In
               Entity
               so
               perfect
               give
               him
               place
               ?
            
             
               Be
               slaves
               ,
               and
               as
               obsequious
               Vassals
               stand
               ,
            
             
               To
               know
               ,
               then
               execute
               what
               hee
               le
               command
               ?
            
             
               If
               God
               cannot
               his
               bounties
               better
               share
               ,
            
             
               Wee
               le
               learne
               him
               Order
               ,
               teach
               him
               who
               we
               are
               :
            
             
               If
               needs
               he
               will
               his
               gifts
               ,
               and
               selfe
               diffuse
            
             
               In
               Donatives
               ,
               let
               him
               election
               use
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               you
               (
               Legions
               )
               ayde
               me
               ,
               and
               wee
               le
               make
               ,
            
             
               This
               partiall
               God
               recall
               his
               purpose
               ,
               take
            
             
               Ou●
               Nature
               ,
               where
               you
               all
               shall
               sharers
               ●e
               ,
            
             
               And
               fellowes
               with
               me
               in
               the
               Deity
               .
            
          
           
           
             As
             in
             a
             Leguer
             ,
             where
             distracted
             mindes
             ,
          
           
             Revolt
             against
             their
             Generall
             ,
             Treason
             findes
             ,
          
           
             New
             complices
             to
             act
             a
             d●irie
             plot
             ;
          
           
             So
             now
             seditious
             
               Lucifer
            
             ha's
             got
          
           
             Whole
             multitudes
             to
             second
             what
             he
             saith
             ,
          
           
             As
             Impious
             Angels
             violate
             their
             faith
             ,
          
           
             Turne
             to
             a
             Creature
             their
             chiefe
             leader
             ,
             and
          
           
             Amazed
             at
             his
             eminencies
             stand
             :
          
           
             For
             Lucifer
             had
             such
             similitude
          
           
             With
             God
             ,
             that
             he
             ,
             next
             him
             was
             the
             first
             good
             .
          
           
             No
             Cedar
             in
             Mount
             Libanus
             so
             tall
             ,
          
           
             No
             Beech
             as
             hee
             :
             
             he
             far
             surmounted
             all
             ;
          
           
             Great
             his
             indowments
             ,
             
             specious
             were
             his
             raies
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             stild
             justly
             ,
             First
             of
             all
             Gods
             wayes
             ,
          
           
             Allured
             with
             such
             parts
             ,
             the
             inferiour
             stars
          
           
             Forsake
             their
             stations
             ,
             denounce
             open
             Wars
          
           
             Against
             their
             Maker
             ,
             
             Now
             the
             signal
             's
             given
             ,
          
           
             Of
             a
             great
             battaile
             to
             be
             fought
             in
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             For
             
               Michael
            
             and
             his
             friends
             oppose
             themselves
             ,
          
           
             In
             Squadrons
             rangde
             against
             the
             haughty
             Elves
             :
          
           
             The
             loyalty
             of
             Subjects
             now
             is
             tryde
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             take
             part
             on
             
               Michaels
            
             and
             Gods
             side
             ;
             
          
           
             Who
             stands
             impartiall
             a
             spectator
             by
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             these
             Combatants
             for
             maistery
             try
             .
          
           
             No
             party
             brought
             to
             th'
             field
             ,
             or
             swords
             or
             bils
             ,
          
           
             But
             serious
             alterations
             of
             their
             Wils
             :
          
           
             Neither
             did
             they
             with
             a
             Stenthrean
             voice
             ,
          
           
             On
             any
             part
             plead
             rights
             ;
             but
             without
             noice
          
           
             Ioyn'd
             the
             Batalia's
             :
             No
             loud
             ●lamots
             there
             ,
          
           
             Let
             the
             left
             Wing
             advance
             ,
             
             bring
             up
             the
             Rere
             :
          
           
             But
             what
             they
             would
             have
             either
             friend
             or
             foe
             ,
          
           
             Should
             understand
             ,
             their
             Wils
             did
             make
             )
             'em
             know
             :
          
           
             Yet
             Drums
             and
             Trumpets
             were
             the
             harmonious
             Spheres
             ,
          
           
             Still
             ecchoing
             terror
             in
             the
             Rebels
             eares
             :
          
           
             When
             they
             reflect
             how
             those
             ,
             though
             senslesse
             stand
             ,
          
           
             In
             order
             ,
             when
             these
             spurne
             at
             Gods
             command
             .
          
           
             That
             fight
             was
             famous
             in
             Pharsalia
             field
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             Patritians
             ,
             and
             their
             
               Pompey
            
             yeild
          
           
           
             To
             
               Caesars
            
             conquering
             Legions
             ,
             and
             one
             day
             ,
          
           
             Makes
             Rome
             ,
             and
             the
             whole
             world
             the
             Victors
             pray
             :
          
           
             So
             was
             that
             Naumachie
             by
             the
             Actian
             shore
             ,
          
           
             Where
             
               Anthony
            
             pursues
             his
             flying
             Whore
             ;
          
           
             And
             great
             
               Octavian
            
             all
             the
             Empire
             gets
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             Sun
             first
             appeares
             ,
             and
             where
             he
             sets
             .
          
           
             The
             whole
             Worlds
             Soveraignty
             ,
             being
             set
             at
             stake
             ,
          
           
             Did
             these
             encounters
             so
             conspicuous
             make
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             this
             Battaile
             fought
             on
             Sions
             plaine
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             false
             Angels
             lose
             ,
             the
             loyall
             gaine
          
           
             The
             day
             :
             what
             ever
             is
             above
             the
             skies
             ,
          
           
             Even
             Gods
             command
             must
             be
             the
             Victors
             prize
             .
          
           
             The
             Armies
             ordered
             ,
             and
             in
             mutuall
             view
             ,
          
           
             The
             grand
             Commander
             of
             the
             Traytruos
             crue
          
           
             Himselfe
             advances
             ,
             and
             at
             every
             straine
             ,
          
           
             Presents
             Goliah
             ,
             or
             fierce
             
               Ta●●erlaine
               .
            
          
           
             Blasphemes
             and
             curses
             Gods
             selected
             band
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             (
             if
             such
             comparisons
             may
             stand
             )
          
           
             A
             thick
             neck'd
             Bull
             made
             Captaine
             of
             the
             Herd
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             strength
             ,
             of
             all
             the
             Forrest
             fear'd
             ;
          
           
             Meeting
             some
             stately
             Lyon
             at
             a
             spring
             ,
          
           
             Disdaines
             to
             pay
             due
             homage
             to
             his
             King
             :
          
           
             But
             ventilating
             oft
             his
             hornes
             i
             th'
             ayre
             ,
          
           
             He
             and
             his
             Flock
             themselves
             to
             fight
             prepare
             ;
          
           
             When
             the
             stout
             Lyon
             backed
             by
             his
             friends
             ,
          
           
             The
             conflict
             presently
             begins
             and
             ends
             :
          
           
             As
             furiously
             upon
             the
             Bull
             he
             goes
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             maugre
             his
             great
             strength
             ,
             casts
             in
             the
             close
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             the
             prostrate
             neck
             ,
             setting
             his
             foot
             ,
          
           
             With
             a
             disdainfull
             paw
             puls
             out
             his
             throat
             :
          
           
             The
             rest
             ,
             as
             they
             behold
             their
             Leader
             dye
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             disaster
             all
             appalled
             flye
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             same
             manner
             
               Michael
            
             putting
             on
          
           
             His
             trusty
             Armour
             :
             Vindication
          
           
             Of
             Gods
             supremacy
             ,
             a
             two
             edg'd
             Sword
             ,
          
           
             Strongly
             compos'd
             of
             Gods
             revealed
             Word
             :
             
          
           
             Iustice
             his
             brest-plate
             ,
             and
             of
             Faith
             the
             shield
             :
          
           
             A
             belt
             of
             Verity
             :
             his
             helmet
             steel'd
          
           
           
             With
             safety
             .
             
             Armed
             thus
             against
             his
             foe
             ,
          
           
             He
             marches
             ,
             and
             as
             
               David
            
             with
             one
             blow
          
           
             Defeats
             the
             Elfe
             :
             then
             trampling
             on
             his
             head
             ,
          
           
             This
             ovant
             speech
             in
             following
             manner
             said
             :
          
           
             
               Who
               like
               to
               God
               ?
               who
               from
               the
               abysse
               of
               nought
               ,
            
             
               First
               made
               thee
               ,
               then
               to
               this
               perfection
               brought
               ?
            
             
               Ingratefull
               wretch
               to
               thy
               Creators
               grace
               ,
            
             
               Unworthy
               such
               endowments
               ,
               and
               chiefe
               place
               .
            
             
               Was
               thy
               eye
               evill
               because
               God
               was
               good
               ?
               
            
             
               Or
               didst
               thou
               surfeit
               with
               much
               plenitude
               ?
            
             
               What
               is
               ,
               is
               his
               ;
               and
               must
               he
               come
               so
               low
            
             
               Beneath
               himselfe
               ,
               that
               when
               he
               will
               bestow
            
             
               His
               favours
               ,
               he
               must
               aske
               his
               creatures
               what
            
             
               He
               shall
               bestow
               ?
               whether
               on
               this
               or
               that
            
             
               Person
               ,
               or
               nature
               ?
               he
               can
               best
               dispence
               ,
            
             
               Who
               knowes
               what
               's
               given
               is
               but
               benevolence
            
             
               Great
               were
               thy
               eminencies
               :
               did
               we
               repine
            
             
               At
               dignities
               conferd
               on
               thee
               ,
               and
               thine
               ?
            
             
               We
               knew
               ,
               and
               so
               shouldst
               thou
               ,
               that
               he
               who
               gave
            
             
               Such
               gifts
               ,
               knew
               well
               what
               every
               one
               should
               have
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               what
               measure
               ,
               neither
               thou
               ,
               nor
               I
               ,
            
             
               Can
               limit
               or
               inlarge
               his
               liberality
               .
            
             
               False
               Impe
               ,
               who
               wouldst
               have
               Empire
               over
               all
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               lowest
               pit
               thou
               shalt
               dejected
               fall
               :
            
             
               Can
               nothing
               please
               thee
               but
               thy
               Makers
               Crowne
               ?
            
             
               To
               Hell
               with
               thy
               associates
               tumble
               downe
               .
            
          
           
             As
             when
             the
             heavens
             ,
             the
             ayre
             ,
             the
             winds
             conspire
          
           
             With
             horrid
             thunder
             ,
             and
             with
             flashing
             fire
             ,
          
           
             To
             terrifie
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             make
             us
             thinke
             ,
          
           
             Our
             sins
             had
             fild
             Gods
             cup
             even
             to
             the
             brinke
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             Universe
             must
             cod
             ▪
             Midst
             all
             these
             tones
          
           
             Of
             angry
             Heaven
             ,
             innumerable
             stones
             ,
          
           
             Of
             haile
             fall
             downe
             ,
             and
             with
             their
             fragour
             make
             ,
          
           
             The
             Machin
             of
             the
             frighted
             World
             to
             shake
             .
          
           
             Such
             was
             the
             Angels
             precipice
             from
             Heaven
             ,
          
           
             When
             glorious
             
               Michael
            
             had
             his
             sentence
             given
             .
          
           
             For
             
               Lucifer
               ,
            
             who
             made
             the
             Angels
             faile
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             fell
             head●g
             ,
             
             dragd
             downe
             with
             his
             tayle
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             stars
             third
             part
             (
             when
             men
             of
             high
             estate
          
           
             Decline
             ,
             the
             ruine
             ends
             not
             in
             their
             Fate
             .
             )
          
           
             But
             as
             some
             potent
             Lording
             ,
             who
             hath
             wrought
          
           
             Treason
             against
             his
             Soveraigne
             Prince
             ,
             and
             sought
          
           
             To
             murder
             or
             depose
             him
             ,
             for
             which
             ends
             ,
          
           
             Conspiring
             with
             his
             Vassals
             ,
             and
             his
             Friends
             ;
          
           
             He
             traiterously
             takes
             armes
             ,
             but
             in
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             Is
             vanquishd
             by
             his
             King
             ,
             compeld
             to
             yeild
             .
          
           
             Brought
             to
             a
             tryall
             ,
             all
             receive
             their
             doome
             ,
          
           
             But
             differently
             ;
             some
             from
             their
             native
             home
             ,
          
           
             Banishd
             ;
             some
             forfeit
             life
             ,
             some
             goods
             and
             land
             ,
          
           
             So
             did
             the
             case
             with
             the
             damn'd
             Angels
             stand
             ,
          
           
             Some
             are
             confinde
             'i
             th
             spatious
             ayre
             to
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             Others
             on
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             seas
             ;
             yet
             all
             in
             Hell
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             still
             beare
             about
             the
             load
             of
             sin
             ▪
          
           
             Fire
             in
             the
             apprehension
             ,
             tortur'd
             minds
             within
             .
          
           
             And
             we
             might
             see
             ,
             had
             we
             spirituall
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             How
             innumerous
             Devils
             ,
             
             Atome-like
             and
             Flies
          
           
             In
             a
             hot
             summers
             day
             ,
             
             hop
             up
             and
             downe
             ,
          
           
             Ith'ayre
             or'e
             every
             City
             ,
             Village
             ,
             Towne
             .
          
           
             Soaring
             like
             Hawkes
             ,
             with
             Vultures
             mawes
             and
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             is
             sprung
             ,
             source
             downe
             upon
             their
             prize
             .
          
           
             Then
             let
             us
             know
             that
             as
             they
             towre
             so
             high
             ,
          
           
             They
             easily
             ,
             viewing
             ,
             with
             advantage
             slye
             ,
          
           
             And
             seaze
             upon
             their
             pray
             .
             (
             What
             's
             poore
             mans
             state
             ,
          
           
             Continually
             exposed
             to
             their
             hate
             ?
             )
          
           
             But
             that
             grand
             Traytor
             ,
             
             
               Lucifer
               ,
            
             what
             's
             done
          
           
             With
             him
             ?
             doe
             not
             the
             conquerors
             sit
             upon
          
           
             The
             manner
             of
             his
             chastisement
             ?
             who
             lead
          
           
             The
             dance
             in
             this
             Rebellion
             ,
             was
             the
             head
          
           
             Plotter
             ,
             and
             actor
             in
             the
             treason
             ,
             shall
          
           
             Be
             more
             severely
             punished
             then
             all
          
           
             The
             minor
             Devils
             ;
             and
             one
             clause
             they
             adde
          
           
             Toth'
             rest
             of
             's
             torments
             ,
             that
             makes
             him
             stark
             mad
             :
          
           
             Namely
             ,
             that
             he
             who
             would
             so
             high
             have
             flowne
             ,
          
           
             With
             wings
             of
             pride
             ,
             even
             to
             ●ehova●s
             throne
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             deep
             dungeon
             ,
             shut
             eternally
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             a
             confined
             slave
             and
             prisoner
             lye
             .
          
           
           
             A
             hole
             his
             goale
             furthest
             from
             Heaven
             to
             show
             ,
          
           
             That
             as
             transgressions
             so
             must
             pennance
             goe
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             Fiends
             have
             the
             vast
             Ayre
             and
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             And
             land
             to
             range
             in
             whensoere
             they
             please
             :
          
           
             But
             their
             great
             Monarck
             must
             in
             fetters
             tyde
             ,
          
           
             In
             lowest
             Hell
             perpetully
             abide
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             was
             the
             first
             prison
             made
             for
             sin
             ,
          
           
             A
             patterne
             to
             torment
             Delinquents
             in
             :
          
           
             Yet
             no
             confinements
             ,
             Fetters
             ,
             Bolts
             ,
             and
             Gives
             ,
          
           
             Can
             make
             the
             damned
             wretches
             mend
             their
             lives
             .
          
           
             Sure
             the
             strange
             quallities
             of
             
               Alpheus
            
             streames
             ,
          
           
             Are
             idle
             Poets
             or
             Historians
             dreames
             .
          
           
             How
             he
             though
             difimboguing
             in
             the
             Maine
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             midst
             the
             brine
             his
             sweetnesse
             can
             retaine
             ;
          
           
             Debt
             ,
             and
             transgression
             are
             conducent
             gins
             ,
          
           
             To
             Prisons
             ,
             Prisons
             Colledges
             of
             sins
             .
          
           
             The
             noble
             Sciences
             profest
             ,
             and
             chiefe
          
           
             Arts
             taught
             ,
             are
             of
             the
             Drunkard
             ,
             Whore
             and
             Thiefe
             ,
          
           
             Who
             were
             in
             knavery
             Freshmen
             ,
             comming
             here
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             proceed
             learned
             Graduats
             in
             one
             yeare
             .
          
           
             Behold
             the
             Gallies
             ,
             and
             a
             Prison
             view
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             shall
             fully
             represent
             to
             you
          
           
             What
             's
             done
             in
             Hell
             ;
             blaspheming
             every where
             ,
          
           
             Continuall
             torments
             ,
             yet
             they
             curse
             and
             sweare
          
           
             Amidst
             those
             torments
             :
             Boat-swaines
             ,
             Goalers
             are
             ,
          
           
             The
             Furies
             that
             torment
             'em
             and
             their
             fare
             ,
          
           
             Bisket
             ,
             Tobacco
             ;
             trickling
             t●ares
             must
             serve
          
           
             To
             make
             their
             meat
             go
             downe
             :
             else
             let
             'em
             st●rve
             ,
          
           
             What
             then
             ?
             too
             many
             care
             no
             more
             when
             halfe
          
           
             Are
             starv'd
             then
             Butchers
             when
             they
             kill
             a
             Calfe
             .
          
           
             A
             Prison's
             like
             the
             cruell
             Martichore
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Hell
             it selfe
             ,
             still
             seeking
             to
             devour
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             alwayes
             taking
             ,
             the
             least
             favour
             must
          
           
             Be
             dearely
             bought
             ,
             nor
             can
             you
             goe
             on
             trust
             .
          
           
             Sweat
             ,
             labour
             〈◊〉
             soure
             Go●lers
             ,
             a
             good
             turne
             ,
          
           
             Is
             never
             thought
             of
             in
             the
             following
             morne
             .
          
           
             Best
             curtesi
             's
             done
             to
             them
             are
             but
             their
             due
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             's
             their
             Office
             must
             be
             sold
             to
             you
             ▪
          
           
           
             French
             imposts
             ,
             Spanish
             taxes
             are
             not
             hard
             ,
          
           
             If
             to
             th'
             exactions
             of
             a
             Goale
             compar'd
             .
          
           
             Yet
             heavens
             forbid
             all
             Keepers
             should
             be
             such
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             some
             gently
             bred
             ,
             who
             will
             not
             grutch
          
           
             To
             doe
             a
             favour
             gratis
             ,
             know
             the
             same
          
           
             Fortune
             that
             oretakes
             others
             ,
             is
             not
             lame
             ,
          
           
             But
             may
             oretake
             themselves
             ,
             and
             they
             may
             be
             ,
          
           
             Their
             fellow-prisoners
             in
             Captivity
             :
             
          
           
             Know
             what
             a
             sin
             it
             is
             ,
             to
             boyle
             the
             lambe
             ,
          
           
             i
             th'
             milke
             and
             sight
             of
             the
             afflicted
             damme
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             scorne
             to
             add
             fresh
             woes
             to
             woe
             ,
          
           
             (
             Onely
             ignoble
             ,
             Beares
             and
             Wolves
             do
             so
             .
             )
          
           
             They
             understand
             al
             gaines
             these
             Vultures
             take
          
           
             From
             undone
             men
             cannot
             them
             wealthy
             make
             ,
          
           
             No
             more
             then
             did
             that
             silver
             
               Judas
            
             good
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             had
             purchas'd
             with
             his
             Maisters
             blood
             .
          
           
             The
             poore
             are
             Christ
             himselfe
             ,
             and
             what
             is
             got
             ,
          
           
             Over
             the
             Devils
             shoulders
             needs
             must
             rot
          
           
             Under
             the
             belly
             of
             his
             Damme
             (
             as
             teares
             ,
          
           
             And
             Prisoners
             clamours
             penetrate
             Gods
             eares
             .
             )
          
           
             These
             keep
             not
             Goales
             as
             
               Charon
            
             kept
             his
             Boat
             ,
          
           
             To
             crave
             for
             every
             passenger
             a
             groat
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             (
             gentle
             soules
             )
             wil
             they
             ,
             or
             curse
             ,
             or
             raile
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             in
             their
             bounty
             sometimes
             faile
             .
             
          
           
             May
             such
             (
             and
             prisoners
             votes
             are
             potent
             )
             be
          
           
             Fellowes
             with
             
               Peter
            
             in
             Eternity
             .
             
          
           
             (
             Turn-keys
             best
             patterne
             )
             who
             with
             little
             state
             ,
             
          
           
             But
             much
             humanity
             will
             ope
             Heavens
             gate
          
           
             Toth'
             poorest
             soule
             ,
             
             that
             clensed
             from
             his
             sin
             ,
          
           
             Or
             knocks
             ,
             or
             rings
             ,
             craving
             admission
             in
             .
          
           
             No
             mischiefe
             on
             such
             Keepers
             ever
             fall
             ,
          
           
             But
             let
             'em
             have
             his
             lot
             who
             kept
             Saint
             
               Paul
               :
            
          
           
             No
             prisoners
             scaping
             from
             'em
             run
             away
             ,
          
           
             Much
             courtesie
             with
             much
             injustice
             pay
             .
             
          
           
             Free
             from
             the
             Bondmans
             heaven-ascending
             curse
             ,
          
           
             May
             they
             dye
             rich
             in
             credit
             ,
             rich
             in
             purse
             .
          
           
             As
             the
             Egyptian
             Midwifes
             ,
             let
             their
             race
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             thrive
             here
             ,
             
             and
             have
             in
             Heaven
             a
             place
             .
          
           
           
             Yet
             thrice
             blest
             Rome
             ,
             who
             in
             the
             seven
             Kings
             times
             ,
          
           
             And
             Tribunes
             rule
             ,
             wert
             so
             devoyd
             of
             crimes
             ,
          
           
             That
             one
             pore
             Goale
             sufficed
             ,
             to
             detaine
             ,
          
           
             All
             Malefactors
             ,
             but
             as
             
               Scipio's
            
             gaine
             ,
          
           
             Asia
             ,
             and
             Africa
             ,
             
               Emilius
            
             Greece
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             returne
             rich
             
               Iasons
            
             with
             the
             fleece
          
           
             Of
             gold
             ,
             then
             as
             thy
             sins
             and
             Towne
             increase
          
           
             New
             Goales
             are
             made
             ,
             and
             Justices
             of
             Peace
             .
          
           
             How
             art
             thou
             spotted
             ,
             with
             what
             tincture
             di'de
             ,
          
           
             Of
             sins
             proud
             
               London
               ?
            
             which
             so
             loud
             have
             cri'd
          
           
             To
             Heaven
             for
             vengeance
             ,
             that
             in
             every
             street
             ,
          
           
             New
             prisons
             must
             be
             made
             ;
             the
             Gatehouse
             ,
             Fleet
             ,
          
           
             Newgate
             ,
             and
             Ludgate
             ,
             and
             a
             hundreth
             more
             ,
          
           
             Not
             large
             enough
             for
             murderer
             ,
             thiefe
             ,
             and
             whore
             ;
          
           
             But
             so
             increases
             the
             Malignant
             trade
             ,
          
           
             That
             Courts
             and
             Pallaces
             are
             prisons
             made
             .
          
           
             O
             inauspitious
             Stars
             to
             live
             and
             die
          
           
             In
             torments
             worse
             then
             those
             of
             
               Gregory
               .
            
          
           
             There
             miseries
             end
             with
             our
             exhaled
             breaths
             ,
          
           
             Continued
             prisons
             are
             continued
             deaths
             :
          
           
             A
             prison's
             like
             
               Vestas
            
             deflowred
             Nun
             ,
          
           
             Ram'd
             in
             the
             grave
             before
             his
             thread
             be
             spun
             .
          
           
             Yet
             heavens
             are
             gentle
             ,
             and
             permit
             this
             curse
             ,
          
           
             To
             fall
             on
             some
             ,
             to
             keep
             'em
             from
             a
             worse
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             right
             Honorable
             ,
             Henry
             Parker
             ,
             Lord
             Morlie
             ,
             and
             Mount-Eagle
             ,
             
               William
               Habington
            
             Esquire
             ,
             and
             Mistris
             
               Lucie
               Habington
               .
            
          
           
             Sermo
             Sextus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               What
               undiscovered
               pathes
               the
               Serpent
               treades
               ,
            
             
               With
               what
               slye
               Engines
               ,
               and
               darke
               wayes
               he
               leades
            
             
               Mankinde
               to
               errour
               ?
               with
               what
               subtiltie
               ,
            
             
               Invites
               he
               us
               to
               our
               owne
               miserie
               .
            
             
               The
               Fowler
               and
               the
               Fisher-man
               may
               gaine
               ,
            
             
               Arts
               of
               deceipt
               from
               his
               more
               subtile
               braine
               .
            
             
               
                 Eve
              
               poysons
               
                 Adam
                 ,
              
               and
               by
               his
               sad
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Conveyes
               pernicious
               venome
               to
               us
               all
               .
            
             
               The
               folish
               Woman
               ,
               and
               her
               female
               seed
               ,
            
             
               Tax'd
               worthily
               for
               this
               accursed
               deed
               .
            
          
           
             WHy
             does
             the
             Spouse
             in
             a
             Cygnean
             song
             ,
          
           
             Descant
             so
             dolefully
             of
             the
             great
             wrong
          
           
             Her
             Brethren
             do
             her
             ,
             
             and
             of
             battailes
             fought
             ,
          
           
             And
             stratagems
             wherein
             her
             life
             is
             sought
             ;
          
           
             Who
             are
             these
             barbarous
             Brethren
             so
             unkind
             ?
          
           
             Legions
             of
             evill
             Angels
             in
             Gods
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Our
             generall
             Mother
             ,
             who
             ,
             Idea'de
             there
             ,
          
           
             Were
             form'd
             ,
             then
             fell
             ,
             and
             after
             suffered
             were
          
           
           
             To
             range
             abroad
             ;
             these
             tempt
             ,
             solicite
             Man
             ,
          
           
             And
             doe
             him
             all
             the
             injuries
             they
             can
             ,
          
           
             (
             Thinking
             erroneously
             't
             is
             some
             reliefe
             ,
          
           
             To
             have
             companions
             in
             their
             endlesse
             griefe
             ,
             )
          
           
             As
             Meagre
             envy
             made
             'em
             first
             to
             fall
             ,
          
           
             So
             the
             same
             fury
             domineeres
             in
             all
          
           
             Their
             actions
             :
             
             knowing
             man
             must
             weare
             that
             Crowne
             ,
          
           
             And
             fill
             those
             thrones
             from
             which
             they
             tumbled
             downe
             :
             
          
           
             Knowing
             how
             no
             coinquinated
             thing
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             see
             the
             face
             of
             Sions
             glorious
             King
             .
          
           
             At
             every
             step
             ,
             and
             place
             they
             set
             their
             gins
             ,
          
           
             To
             intrap
             the
             passengers
             in
             snares
             of
             sins
             .
          
           
             All
             creatures
             of
             the
             world
             are
             traps
             and
             nets
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             catch
             fooles
             the
             cunning
             Devill
             sets
          
           
             And
             Satan
             having
             long
             converst
             with
             man
             ,
          
           
             Is
             in
             his
             Volume
             deeply
             read
             ,
             and
             can
          
           
             Co●ply
             with
             all
             his
             appetites
             ;
             invert
          
           
             The
             order
             of
             his
             intellect
             ;
             divert
          
           
             Affections
             rightly
             plac't
             ;
             perswade
             him
             choose
          
           
             Evill
             cloth'd
             in
             the
             shape
             of
             God
             ,
             refuse
          
           
             Virtue
             look'd
             on
             ,
             not
             in
             her
             proper
             guize
             ,
          
           
             But
             form'd
             by
             Fancy
             ,
             or
             our
             carnall
             eyes
             :
          
           
             For
             the
             grand
             workman
             of
             this
             earthly
             mole
             ,
          
           
             When
             in
             our
             body
             be
             infusde
             the
             soule
             ,
          
           
             He
             made
             the
             Inteilect
             ,
             Will
             ,
             memory
             ,
          
           
             A
             true
             resemblance
             of
             the
             Trinity
             .
          
           
             As
             they
             have
             power
             to
             issue
             severall
             ,
          
           
             Most
             distinct
             operations
             ;
             yet
             they
             all
          
           
             Are
             one
             ,
             and
             the
             same
             soule
             ;
             and
             though
             we
             name
          
           
             Them
             diversly
             ,
             yet
             they
             are
             all
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             The
             soule
             as
             some
             great
             Queene
             of
             many
             lands
             ,
          
           
             All
             the
             corporeal
             faculties
             commands
             ;
          
           
             And
             though
             she
             seeme
             to
             rule
             by
             Deputy
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             in
             all
             acts
             't
             is
             shee
             ,
             and
             onely
             shee
             ,
          
           
             VVho
             records
             onely
             understands
             ,
             wils
             onely
             ,
             hoords
          
           
             Onely
             in
             her
             vast
             Magazin
             records
             ,
          
           
             The
             species
             of
             things
             present
             ,
             past
             ,
             to
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             shee
             will
             remember
             ,
             to
             that
             roome
             ,
          
           
           
             Makes
             her
             recourse
             .
             These
             species
             Satan
             can
          
           
             Stir
             up
             ,
             when
             he
             intends
             to
             tempt
             a
             man
             ,
          
           
             Objects
             of
             riches
             ,
             
             pleasure
             ,
             and
             the
             height
          
           
             Of
             honour
             ;
             and
             propose
             with
             such
             delight
             ,
          
           
             That
             the
             Intellect
             obscured
             by
             the
             Will
             ,
          
           
             Shews
             in
             false
             glasses
             good
             ,
             that
             which
             is
             ill
             :
          
           
             Then
             sense
             ,
             will
             ,
             understanding
             headlong
             run
             .
          
           
             Into
             transgression
             ,
             and
             are
             all
             undone
             .
          
           
             The
             Serpent
             such
             a
             colour
             set
             on
             pride
             ,
          
           
             With
             a
             rich
             glosse
             of
             being
             Deifide
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             knowing
             much
             ,
             that
             
               Eve
            
             lik'd
             it
             so
             well
             ,
          
           
             As
             having
             tasted
             Heaven
             ,
             shee
             'd
             venture
             Hell
             .
          
           
             To
             know
             what
             's
             ill
             .
             The
             Fiends
             not
             long
             a
             wooing
             ,
          
           
             But
             tels
             her
             if
             shee
             le
             know
             ,
             shee
             must
             be
             doing
             .
          
           
             
               Behold
               that
               goodly
               Apple
               ,
               take
               and
               eate
               ,
            
             
               The
               choyse
               of
               Paradise
               ,
               delicious
               meat
               ;
            
             
               This
               will
               bestow
               an
               immortality
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               you
               sharers
               in
               the
               Deity
               .
            
             
               God
               knowes
               this
               wel
               ,
               ther'fore
               least
               you
               should
               be
               ,
            
             
               Partners
               with
               him
               ,
               he
               has
               forbid
               this
               Tree
               .
            
          
           
             The
             liquorish
             Woman
             eyes
             ,
             and
             eyes
             againe
          
           
             The
             Apple
             ;
             sees
             it
             lovely
             and
             would
             faine
          
           
             Pluck
             it
             ,
             but
             feares
             :
             at
             last
             demurreth
             so
             ;
          
           
             
               If
               not
               for
               use
               ,
               why
               did
               this
               apple
               grow
               ?
            
             
               What
               Aromatick
               smell
               ?
               how
               smooth
               the
               skin
               ,
            
             
               And
               gay
               ?
               Can
               any
               poyson
               lurke
               within
               ?
            
             
               No
               sure
               :
               God
               in
               forbidding
               has
               some
               end
               ,
            
             
               That
               's
               envious
               ,
               I
               le
               beleeve
               my
               speckled
               friend
               ;
            
             
               Who
               gives
               the
               world
               to
               roame
               in
               ,
               and
               excludes
            
             
               But
               the
               least
               corner
               ,
               all
               his
               gifts
               deludes
               ,
            
             
               And
               pens
               you
               in
               a
               prison
               .
               All
               the
               trees
            
             
               Of
               Eden
               are
               but
               toyes
               ;
               forbidding
               these
            
             
               Choise
               fruits
               ,
               what
               gave
               God
               when
               he
               gave
               command
               ,
            
             
               Ore
               fishes
               ,
               foules
               of
               th'
               ayre
               ,
               beasts
               of
               the
               land
               ?
            
             
               And
               then
               forsooth
               to
               say
               ,
               dare
               not
               once
               touch
            
             
               This
               Apple
               ;
               bounty
               is
               not
               valued
               much
               ,
            
             
               Hedg'd
               in
               with
               lymits
               :
               I
               had
               rather
               have
               ,
            
             
               What
               he
               exempts
               ,
               then
               all
               the
               rest
               he
               gave
               ,
            
             
             
               Had
               it
               not
               been
               forbid
               ,
               it
               might
               have
               past
               ,
            
             
               Not
               car'd
               for
               ,
               now
               I
               must
               needs
               ,
               and
               will
               tast
               .
            
             
               Be
               it
               what
               it
               will
               ,
               I
               le
               by
               experience
               try
               ,
            
             
               If
               it
               bring
               death
               ,
               or
               immortality
               .
            
          
           
             With
             this
             ,
             maugre
             Jehovahs
             frownes
             and
             threats
             ,
          
           
             The
             bold
             Virago
             the
             Apple
             plucks
             and
             eates
             .
          
           
             Shee
             scarce
             had
             gorgd
             it
             when
             the
             subtile
             Snake
             ,
          
           
             Tickling
             with
             laughter
             in
             such
             manner
             spake
             .
          
           
             
               Are
               not
               your
               eyes
               now
               open
               ?
               sure
               you
               know
               ,
            
             
               What
               's
               Good
               and
               Bad
               :
               but
               be
               not
               envious
               ,
               go
            
             
               Present
               your
               husband
               with
               an
               Apple
               ,
               and
            
             
               Both
               good
               and
               ill
               alike
               shall
               understand
               .
            
          
           
             Le
             ts
             to
             the
             Devill
             give
             what
             is
             his
             due
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             equivocate
             ,
             yet
             he
             speakes
             true
             .
          
           
             But
             why
             did
             he
             assume
             the
             Serpents
             shape
             ?
          
           
             Are
             not
             there
             other
             beasts
             ,
             the
             Fox
             ,
             the
             Ape
             ,
          
           
             The
             Dog
             ,
             the
             Elephant
             so
             wise
             as
             is
          
           
             The
             Serpent
             ?
             but
             he
             takes
             this
             vermins
             hisse
             ,
          
           
             To
             cheat
             our
             Grandame
             :
             Satan
             will
             declare
             ,
          
           
             How
             neare
             allyed
             he
             and
             the
             Serpent
             are
             .
          
           
             All
             other
             creatures
             onely
             will
             defend
          
           
             Themselves
             ,
             
             not
             unprovoked
             man
             offend
             :
          
           
             This
             venome
             still
             in
             ambush
             lyes
             like
             
               Dan
               ,
            
             
          
           
             To
             bite
             our
             heeles
             ,
             and
             not
             toucht
             poysons
             man
             .
          
           
             What
             harme
             did
             we
             the
             Devill
             ?
             that
             he
             shou'd
             ,
          
           
             Envy
             our
             happinesse
             ,
             prevent
             our
             good
             ?
          
           
             Then
             in
             the
             turnes
             and
             windings
             that
             he
             makes
             ,
          
           
             How
             does
             he
             represent
             the
             circling
             snakes
             ?
          
           
             Observe
             this
             plot
             ,
             and
             by
             one
             wile
             guesse
             all
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             made
             
               Eve
               ,
            
             so
             he
             makes
             others
             fall
             .
          
           
             Knowing
             the
             woman
             of
             the
             two
             more
             frayle
             ,
          
           
             He
             will
             the
             weaker
             vessell
             first
             assayle
             .
          
           
             Knowing
             the
             man
             of
             sounder
             judgment
             ,
             he
          
           
             Sends
             his
             Embassadors
             to
             
               Adam
               ,
            
             shee
          
           
             Must
             play
             the
             Orator
             ;
             command
             the
             meate
             ,
          
           
             Turne
             Crocodile
             ,
             
             peule
             ,
             weep
             ,
             unlesse
             he
             eate
             .
          
           
             (
             By
             such
             seducers
             
               Solomon
            
             al-wise
             ,
             
          
           
             Forsooke
             his
             God
             ,
             
               Sampson
            
             lost
             strength
             and
             eyes
             .
             )
          
           
           
             If
             we
             dare
             trust
             the
             Jewes
             ,
             their
             stories
             tell
             ,
          
           
             How
             
               Nathan
            
             saw
             before
             King
             
               David
            
             fell
          
           
             His
             ardent
             love
             to
             
               Bershabe
               ,
            
             and
             thought
          
           
             To
             stay
             the
             Prince
             from
             his
             adulterous
             fault
             .
             
          
           
             He
             trudges
             to
             the
             Court
             ,
             but
             in
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             The
             subtile
             Fiend
             as
             a
             dead
             carkasse
             lay
             :
          
           
             The
             Prophet
             stops
             his
             course
             to
             interre
             the
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Meane
             while
             the
             King
             defiles
             
               Vriahs
            
             bed
             .
          
           
             Shall
             we
             conceive
             
               Adam
            
             was
             so
             unwise
             ,
          
           
             To
             think
             an
             apple
             could
             make
             cleare
             his
             eyes
             ?
          
           
             Indude
             with
             grace
             ,
             and
             a
             strong
             Intellect
             ,
          
           
             He
             could
             not
             but
             on
             Gods
             command
             reflect
             ,
          
           
             Wherefore
             we
             must
             beleeve
             his
             chiefest
             end
             ,
          
           
             In
             the
             transgression
             was
             not
             to
             offend
          
           
             His
             cogging
             wife
             .
             (
             A
             precedent
             of
             those
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             please
             others
             their
             owne
             soules
             dare
             lose
             .
             )
          
           
             So
             
               Solomon
            
             his
             Queenes
             so
             much
             affects
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             'em
             to
             false
             Gods
             he
             Phanes
             erects
             :
             
          
           
             But
             did
             the
             mischiefe
             end
             in
             
               Adams
            
             sin
             ?
          
           
             No
             sure
             I
             our
             misery
             must
             here
             begin
             .
          
           
             A
             businesse
             of
             such
             consequence
             ,
             that
             all
             ,
          
           
             Involv'd
             in
             him
             with
             him
             must
             joyntly
             fall
             .
          
           
             Had
             he
             been
             single
             ,
             there
             had
             staid
             the
             doome
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             was
             Father
             of
             the
             World
             to
             come
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             sentence
             we
             were
             censur'd
             ,
             who
          
           
             Nere
             understood
             what
             appertained
             to
          
           
             Transgression
             .
             I
             st
             '
             not
             strange
             one
             single
             crime
             ,
          
           
             Should
             last
             ,
             and
             blast
             all
             progresses
             of
             time
             ?
          
           
             Let
             
               Epictetus
               ,
            
             let
             the
             Stagirit
             ,
          
           
             With
             Divine
             
               Plato
               ,
            
             who
             have
             amply
             writ
          
           
             Of
             vertues
             ,
             and
             of
             vices
             ,
             speak
             the
             cause
             ,
          
           
             Why
             man
             so
             easily
             transgresses
             Lawes
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             are
             dumbe
             ,
             our
             sacred
             Volumes
             can
          
           
             Tell
             wherefore
             all
             these
             mischiefes
             lite
             on
             man
             .
          
           
             
               Adam
            
             had
             all
             our
             wils
             in
             his
             ,
             and
             we
          
           
             Eate
             joyntly
             with
             him
             the
             forbidden
             Tree
             .
          
           
             His
             onely
             act
             ,
             that
             one
             pestiferous
             bit
             ,
          
           
             Had
             many
             thousand
             Aconites
             in
             it
             .
          
           
           
             It
             scarce
             is
             swallowed
             when
             infernall
             gates
             ,
          
           
             With
             violence
             slye
             open
             ,
             Iron
             grates
          
           
             Of
             Hell
             are
             burst
             ;
             anxieties
             ,
             cares
             ,
             feares
             ,
             ,
          
           
             Sorrow
             with
             all
             her
             dropping
             children
             ,
             teares
             ,
          
           
             Suspition
             ,
             
             jealousie
             ,
             lawlesse
             desire
             ,
          
           
             Unbridled
             lust
             ,
             pretensions
             to
             aspire
             .
          
           
             Fond
             joyes
             ,
             sad
             discontent
             at
             present
             state
             ,
          
           
             Aversion
             from
             good
             :
             anger
             ,
             envy
             ,
             hate
             ,
          
           
             Avarice
             still
             greedy
             ,
             griping
             penury
             ,
          
           
             Dogging
             at
             the
             heeles
             of
             Prodigality
             ,
          
           
             Darknesse
             of
             minde
             ,
             perversity
             of
             will
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             in
             both
             can
             be
             suspected
             ill
             .
          
           
             Beguiling
             error
             ,
             pervicatious
             schisme
             ,
          
           
             C●ab-creeping
             heresie
             ,
             impious
             atheisme
             :
          
           
             Idolatry
             alwaies
             inventing
             where
          
           
             New
             Gods
             may
             be
             adorde
             for
             love
             or
             feare
             .
          
           
             Egypt
             to
             Ibis
             ,
             Rome
             will
             sacrifice
          
           
             To
             th'
             fire
             ,
             and
             
               Cloaca
            
             a
             Goddesse
             is
             .
          
           
             These
             monsters
             with
             their
             pale
             commander
             death
             ,
          
           
             (
             Kept
             hitherto
             close
             prisoners
             beneath
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             should
             they
             ever
             have
             beheld
             the
             Sun
             )
          
           
             Hearing
             what
             man
             against
             his
             God
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             Scorne
             longer
             to
             obey
             prescribed
             Lawes
             ,
          
           
             But
             they
             will
             forth
             and
             vindicate
             Gods
             cause
             .
          
           
             By
             the
             effects
             judge
             
               Adam
            
             of
             thy
             fault
             ,
          
           
             These
             mischiefes
             are
             the
             purchase
             thou
             hast
             bought
             ,
          
           
             Corruption
             is
             the
             house
             ;
             the
             land
             sad
             woes
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             though
             with
             teares
             watred
             no
             good
             growes
             .
          
           
             Making
             at
             houre
             of
             death
             thy
             latest
             will
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             bequeath
             this
             Legacy
             of
             ill
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             Ex●cutors
             ,
             the
             Devill
             trust
             ,
          
           
             Who
             though
             a
             Bankrupt
             ,
             yet
             in
             this
             is
             just
             ,
          
           
             And
             takes
             such
             care
             th●●
             jointly
             with
             our
             breath
             ,
          
           
             We
             doe
             rec●ive
             thy
             testament
             of
             death
             .
          
           
             Hence
             issu●
             ,
             if
             we
             well
             ●●volve
             our
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             Those
             woes
             which
             follow
             mans
             accu●sed
             state
             :
          
           
             Hence
             those
             afflictions
             which
             attend
             our
             wayes
             ,
          
           
             Those
             sad
             catastroph's
             of
             our
             wretched
             dayes
             :
          
           
           
             Hence
             that
             unequall
             share
             of
             joy
             and
             paine
             ,
          
           
             A
             drop
             of
             pleasure
             ,
             but
             of
             woe
             a
             maine
             ;
          
           
             O
             ,
             hadst
             thou
             lov'd
             God
             more
             ,
             
               Eve
            
             not
             so
             well
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             wouldst
             have
             left
             us
             heires
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             not
             Hell
             .
          
           
             Who
             can
             describe
             what
             's
             sin
             ?
             Nothing
             at
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             must
             the
             masse
             of
             man
             for
             nothing
             fall
             ?
          
           
             All
             things
             i
             th'
             world
             God
             made
             ,
             
             and
             God
             was
             glad
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             his
             making
             hand
             they
             being
             had
             ,
          
           
             Onely
             thou
             misbegotten
             Monster
             ,
             sin
             ,
          
           
             As
             Bastards
             use
             stolest
             at
             the
             Window
             in
             ,
          
           
             Ashamed
             of
             thy
             birth
             :
             God
             never
             put
          
           
             Least
             finger
             to
             thy
             Essence
             :
             Hell
             was
             shut
             .
          
           
             Thou
             wert
             '
             the
             Key
             to
             open
             it
             ;
             day
             light
          
           
             Changde
             by
             thy
             birth
             into
             eternall
             night
             .
          
           
             Curst
             be
             thy
             birth
             day
             ;
             
             let
             it
             not
             appeare
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             once
             be
             nam'd
             with
             
             th'other
             dayes
             o'
             th
             yeare
             .
          
           
             Be
             long
             expected
             ,
             and
             as
             thou
             shalt
             faile
             ,
          
           
             Be
             curs'd
             of
             those
             ,
             who
             watch
             to
             chase
             the
             Whale
             :
          
           
             On
             that
             black
             day
             let
             the
             Universe
             be
             sad
             ,
          
           
             And
             Furies
             onely
             at
             thy
             birth
             be
             glad
             ,
          
           
             For
             thou
             hast
             on
             us
             all
             these
             mischiefes
             ●urld
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             a
             Pristine
             Chaos
             of
             the
             World
             .
          
           
             And
             wee
             le
             be
             angry
             with
             thee
             ,
             Grandam
             
               Eve
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             Mother
             of
             this
             Child
             :
             thou
             didst
             conceive
          
           
             The
             odious
             Monster
             :
             Satan
             was
             his
             Sire
             ,
          
           
             But
             you
             adulterous
             Paramou●●
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             such
             slights
             juggle
             the
             businesse
             ,
             that
          
           
             
               Adam
            
             must
             father
             the
             mis-gotten
             brat
             .
          
           
             God
             form'd
             thee
             of
             the
             mans
             selected
             bone
             ,
          
           
             To
             helpe
             him
             ,
             
             that
             he
             should
             not
             be
             alone
             :
          
           
             This
             was
             your
             taske
             :
             Have
             you
             not
             help'd
             him
             well
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             his
             progeny
             to
             goe
             to
             Hell
             ?
          
           
             
               Eve
            
             must
             bring
             children
             forth
             in
             pangs
             and
             throes
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             make
             a
             joyfull
             father
             by
             her
             woes
             ,
          
           
             Which
             shee
             performes
             ,
             with
             a
             delight
             in
             paine
             ,
          
           
             (
             One
             teeming
             past
             ,
             another
             hasts
             againe
             .
             )
          
           
             
               Eve
            
             must
             be
             subject
             to
             her
             Husband
             ,
             and
          
           
             A
             Vassaile
             alwayes
             be
             at
             his
             command
             .
          
           
           
             Grounded
             on
             this
             ,
             some
             Common-weales
             ordaine
             ,
          
           
             A
             Salique
             Law
             ,
             the
             Distaffe
             shall
             not
             raigne
             ;
          
           
             Esteeming
             those
             God
             censured
             to
             obey
             ,
          
           
             Unfit
             for
             Government
             ,
             and
             Regall
             sway
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             first
             fault
             all
             mankind
             so
             has
             vext
             ,
          
           
             That
             men
             take
             all
             the
             Nation
             for
             a
             text
          
           
             Of
             their
             invectives
             ,
             dip
             in
             gaule
             their
             quill
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             Satyrick
             lines
             whole
             Volumes
             fill
          
           
             Against
             
               Eves
            
             sex
             ,
             who
             in
             much
             ignorance
             bred
             ,
          
           
             Unable
             are
             their
             proper
             cause
             to
             plead
             .
          
           
             But
             had
             they
             pens
             ,
             as
             good
             as
             are
             their
             tongues
             ,
          
           
             They
             amply
             would
             retaliate
             such
             great
             wrongs
             :
          
           
             And
             we
             should
             read
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             loudly
             heare
             ,
          
           
             With
             how
             much
             patience
             they
             these
             scandals
             beare
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             my
             Honourable
             Friends
             ,
             Master
             EDWARD
             ,
             and
             Mistris
             RVTH
             PETRE
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Septimus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               We
               sing
               those
               Courtiers
               ,
               who
               attend
               the
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               act
               commands
               of
               that
               most
               absolute
               One
               ,
            
             
               Who
               gives
               all
               ,
               takes
               from
               none
               ,
               but
               what
               before
               ,
            
             
               Issued
               from
               his
               never
               exhausted
               store
               :
            
             
               We
               likewise
               treat
               ,
               with
               what
               despotike
               sway
               ,
            
             
               This
               Monarck
               governs
               ,
               Citizens
               obey
               .
            
          
           
             
               PLATO
            
             fram'd
             a
             Republike
             ,
             and
             it
             cost
          
           
             
               Tullie
            
             much
             labour
             to
             write
             ,
             what
             is
             lost
             ,
          
           
             A
             Common-wealth
             :
             so
             
               Aristotle
            
             writ
             ,
          
           
             His
             book
             of
             Politicks
             ,
             prooving
             in
             it
          
           
             How
             the
             best
             forme
             of
             Government
             is
             ,
             where
          
           
             One
             absolute
             Monarck
             shall
             the
             Scepter
             beare
             .
          
           
             Be
             it
             so
             ,
             
             or
             not
             ,
             let
             slaine
             
               Cambyses
            
             Peres
          
           
             Dispute
             the
             Question
             :
             jealousies
             and
             feares
             ,
          
           
             Arise
             on
             every
             side
             :
             a
             Monarck
             may
          
           
             Turne
             tyrant
             ,
             
               Nero
               ,
            
             or
             
               Dionysius
            
             play
             .
          
           
             Violently
             take
             your
             goods
             ,
             
             command
             your
             Wives
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             more
             precious
             is
             then
             both
             your
             lives
             :
          
           
             Bring
             in
             an
             arbitrary
             Government
             ,
          
           
             or
             feare
             ,
             or
             scorne
             to
             call
             a
             Parliament
             ?
          
           
           
             Forget
             himselfe
             ,
             and
             how
             one
             single
             clause
          
           
             Of
             his
             life
             more
             commands
             then
             all
             his
             Lawes
             .
          
           
             He
             acts
             on
             a
             conspicuous
             stage
             ,
             and
             is
          
           
             Subject
             to
             all
             his
             subjects
             clap
             or
             hisse
             .
          
           
             Thus
             Monarcks
             may
             decline
             ,
             and
             may
             not
             such
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             a
             state
             turne
             Kingdomes
             doe
             as
             much
             ?
          
           
             Suppose
             your
             Noblemen
             should
             beare
             the
             sway
             ,
          
           
             Even
             these
             may
             erre
             as
             well
             as
             tyrants
             may
             :
          
           
             Consult
             ,
             
             combine
             ,
             to
             keep
             the
             people
             low
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             publike
             pressures
             potent
             grow
             .
          
           
             A
             crafty
             party
             circumvent
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Some
             few
             prevaile
             ,
             the
             bad
             oretop
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             From
             reasons
             rule
             ,
             and
             square
             of
             Justice
             erre
             ,
          
           
             Before
             the
             generall
             ,
             private
             ends
             prefer
             .
          
           
             
               Athens
            
             a
             slave
             by
             thirty
             tyrants
             made
             ;
          
           
             And
             
               Rome
            
             by
             the
             Decemviri
             betrayd
             .
          
           
             These
             promis'd
             cures
             o'
             th
             body
             politick
             ,
          
           
             But
             made
             the
             same
             a
             hundreth
             times
             more
             sick
             .
          
           
             Weary
             of
             Kings
             ,
             
               Rome
            
             ordains
             Consuls
             ,
             those
          
           
             Supprest
             ,
             shee
             ten
             chiefe
             Magistrates
             will
             choose
             .
          
           
             Rods
             onely
             scourg'd
             her
             in
             the
             dayes
             of
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             And
             Consuls
             ,
             these
             few
             men
             with
             Scorpions
             stings
          
           
             Slash
             the
             poore
             Commons
             ,
             as
             none
             can
             be
             sure
          
           
             Of
             his
             owne
             goods
             ,
             nor
             in
             's
             owne
             house
             secure
             ;
          
           
             The
             people
             grumble
             :
             let
             'em
             ,
             this
             base
             Yoake
             ,
          
           
             They
             brought
             upon
             themselves
             ,
             and
             till
             the'
             have
             broake
          
           
             Their
             Asses
             back
             i'
             th
             carriage
             must
             endure
          
           
             The
             burthen
             ;
             armed
             Cohorts
             shall
             secure
          
           
             The
             tyrants
             lives
             ,
             and
             military
             bands
             ,
          
           
             Force
             speedy
             execution
             of
             commands
             .
          
           
             For
             the
             fond
             multitude
             ,
             they
             never
             knew
          
           
             Their
             proper
             good
             ,
             
             nor
             what
             belonged
             to
          
           
             Or
             worth
             ,
             or
             manners
             ;
             Peers
             and
             Monarcks
             know
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             do
             injuries
             ,
             that
             they
             do
             so
             .
          
           
             But
             the
             base
             Vulgars
             unrestrained
             wil
             ,
          
           
             Is
             model
             of
             their
             actions
             good
             ,
             or
             il
             .
          
           
             A
             many
             headed
             monster
             ,
             yet
             not
             one
          
           
             Sconce
             stuft
             with
             Reason
             ,
             or
             Religion
             ;
          
           
             Fiery
             in
             prosecution
             of
             what
             's
             new
             ,
          
           
           
             Which
             had
             ,
             they
             presently
             their
             wishes
             rue
             :
          
           
             And
             you
             as
             easily
             may
             ,
             and
             even
             as
             soone
             ,
          
           
             Shape
             out
             and
             make
             a
             garment
             for
             the
             Moone
             ,
          
           
             Now
             crescent
             ,
             now
             i'
             th
             full
             ,
             now
             in
             the
             waine
             ,
          
           
             As
             satisfie
             the
             Vulgars
             fickle
             braine
             .
          
           
             The
             Rable
             doated
             on
             this
             Parliament
             ,
          
           
             With
             clubs
             and
             staves
             for
             their
             protection
             went
          
           
             To
             
               Westminster
               :
            
             gloryed
             to
             hear●
             themselves
          
           
             Cald
             Round-heads
             ,
             others
             Cavaliers
             (
             new
             Guelphs
          
           
             And
             Gibelines
             )
             what
             blood
             shed
             they
             ?
             what
             sights
             ?
          
           
             Adventur'd
             for
             the
             Parliamentall
             rights
             ?
          
           
             How
             bountifully
             did
             they
             give
             their
             store
             ,
          
           
             Of
             gold
             at
             Guildhall
             ?
             yea
             ,
             contribute
             more
          
           
             Then
             was
             requir'd
             .
             City
             and
             Country
             cry
             ,
          
           
             T'
             have
             reverend
             
               Laud
            
             and
             active
             
               Strafford
            
             dye
             ,
          
           
             As
             enemies
             to'th
             Realme
             ,
             and
             Parliament
             ;
          
           
             And
             till
             their
             heads
             are
             off
             ne'r
             be
             content
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             the
             case
             is
             altred
             ,
             they
             rayle
             on
          
           
             Both
             Houses
             ,
             cry
             downe
             for
             oppression
          
           
             Excises
             ,
             are
             so
             impudent
             ,
             they
             'd
             thrust
          
           
             Them
             from
             their
             Voting
             ,
             whom
             themselves
             did
             trust
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             their
             rights
             ;
             whisper
             ,
             expresse
             their
             spight
          
           
             In
             prose
             and
             verse
             ,
             most
             dangerous
             pamphlets
             write
             :
          
           
             Yea
             some
             (
             't
             is
             strange
             )
             so
             rash
             they
             dare
             proclaime
          
           
             Themselves
             the
             authors
             ,
             and
             subscribe
             a
             name
             :
          
           
             Boldnesse
             and
             mercy
             ,
             these
             would
             spend
             their
             blood
          
           
             Most
             willingly
             ,
             our
             Senators
             are
             good
             ,
          
           
             And
             will
             not
             spil't
             ,
             knowing
             a
             Magistrate
             .
          
           
             Should
             th'
             Emperour
             
               Nero
            
             (
             yet
             young
             )
             imitate
             .
          
           
             Who
             wept
             when
             he
             should
             signe
             to
             th'
             deaths
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             Condemn'd
             ,
             and
             wish'd
             he
             could
             not
             use
             a
             pen
             .
          
           
             But
             howsoe're
             they
             hold
             a
             wolfe
             by
             th'
             eare
             ,
          
           
             Who
             court
             the
             multitude
             ,
             and
             still
             must
             feare
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             le
             byte
             'em
             ;
             
             all
             their
             bones
             are
             broke
             in
             twaine
             ,
          
           
             Who
             seek
             the
             fickle
             Vulgars
             love
             to
             gaine
             .
          
           
             So
             weak
             our
             providence
             ,
             so
             full
             of
             feare
             ,
          
           
             No
             state
             that
             's
             perfect
             can
             be
             stablish'd
             here
             ;
          
           
             None
             formed
             yet
             a
             body
             politick
             ,
          
           
             That
             sundry
             noxious
             humours
             made
             not
             sick
             .
          
           
           
             Eutopia
             fancied
             by
             our
             learned
             
               More
               ,
            
          
           
             Had
             faults
             ,
             and
             
               Platoes
            
             Common-wealth
             had
             more
             .
          
           
             Let
             Genoa
             ,
             Jena
             ,
             Venice
             ,
             Amsterdam
             ,
          
           
             And
             my
             deare
             London
             a
             republike
             frame
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             have
             fram'd
             ,
             some
             Constitutions
             are
             ,
          
           
             That
             erre
             from
             reason
             ,
             and
             with
             justice
             square
             .
          
           
             Yet
             when
             Philolophers
             with
             all
             their
             wit
             ,
          
           
             (
             Though
             some
             were
             States-men
             )
             faile
             ,
             our
             sacred
             Writ
          
           
             Shall
             speak
             a
             Common-weale
             ,
             so
             sound
             ,
             so
             sure
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             eternity
             it
             shall
             endure
             .
          
           
             For
             lift
             your
             eyes
             up
             ,
             and
             contemplate
             them
             ,
          
           
             Who
             fill
             the
             Senate
             of
             Hierusalem
             ;
          
           
             There
             you
             shall
             see
             an
             ordered
             policy
          
           
             Establish'd
             ,
             a
             sure
             grounded
             Monarchy
             :
          
           
             That
             on
             the
             Burgers
             has
             more
             blessings
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Common-weales
             have
             dream'd
             of
             ,
             or
             have
             sought
             .
          
           
             A
             glorious
             City
             ,
             that
             surpasseth
             far
             ,
          
           
             Ninus
             vast
             Ninive
             ,
             or
             the
             grand
             Caire
             :
          
           
             Though
             that
             could
             vaunt
             of
             threescore
             miles
             in
             length
             ,
          
           
             Wals
             of
             unmeasured
             magnitude
             ,
             and
             strength
             ,
          
           
             Almost
             two
             thousand
             towers
             as
             Babel
             high
             ,
          
           
             Threatning
             as
             
               Memphis
            
             Pyramids
             ,
             the
             skie
             .
          
           
             Yet
             if
             with
             Sion
             you
             both
             these
             compare
             ,
          
           
             Both
             silie
             cottages
             ,
             both
             Sheep-coats
             are
             .
          
           
             The
             pavement
             ,
             
             wals
             ,
             and
             roofe
             of
             gold
             are
             made
             ,
          
           
             With
             diamonds
             and
             precious
             stones
             inlaide
             .
             
          
           
             That
             with
             their
             lustre
             give
             a
             constant
             light
             ,
          
           
             Although
             such
             need
             not
             ,
             for
             the
             sable
             night
          
           
             Is
             ever
             banish'd
             thence
             ;
             (
             the
             fulgent
             rayes
             ,
          
           
             o
             th'
             slaughtered
             Lamb
             ,
             causing
             perpetuall
             dayes
             .
             )
          
           
             No
             watch
             ,
             no
             warding
             at
             the
             severall
             ports
             ,
          
           
             No
             military
             stations
             at
             the
             Forts
             .
          
           
             Onely
             at
             every
             Gate
             an
             Angel
             stands
             ,
          
           
             And
             brandishes
             a
             Fauchion
             in
             his
             hands
             ,
          
           
             To
             keep
             Malignants
             ou●
             ,
             
             as
             heretofore
          
           
             Th'
             Angel
             kept
             watch
             and
             ward
             at
             Edens
             dore
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             that
             shame
             of
             nature
             went
             about
             ,
          
           
             To
             break
             
               Lots
            
             house
             ,
             
             the
             angels
             kept
             'em
             out
             :
          
           
           
             Besides
             the
             Citizens
             al
             souldiers
             are
             ,
          
           
             Knights
             of
             St.
             
               Vincent
            
             for
             their
             fea●s
             of
             War
             .
          
           
             They
             made
             their
             passage
             through
             a
             crimson
             flood
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             did
             the
             Israelites
             )
             of
             Iesus
             blood
             .
             
          
           
             And
             Satan
             mindfull
             he
             was
             vanqush'd
             here
             ,
          
           
             Scarce
             lifts
             his
             eyes
             to
             Heaven
             ,
             much
             lesse
             comes
             there
             .
          
           
             The
             forme
             of
             Government
             is
             such
             ;
             one
             King
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             all
             homage
             owe
             ,
             and
             tribute
             bring
             ;
          
           
             His
             Court
             most
             glorious
             :
             Myriads
             of
             those
             Peres
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             charge
             it
             is
             to
             volve
             the
             circling
             Spheres
             ,
          
           
             Assist
             his
             throne
             :
             Cherubs
             who
             pierce
             ,
             and
             see
             ,
          
           
             The
             secret
             Orders
             of
             the
             Deity
             .
          
           
             And
             those
             Seraphike
             Lords
             ,
             with
             firy
             love
          
           
             Inflam'd
             ,
             
             in
             and
             about
             the
             centre
             move
          
           
             o
             th'
             divine
             Essence
             .
             Sedentary
             be
             ,
          
           
             The
             thrones
             ,
             and
             with
             a
             sweet
             tranquility
             ,
          
           
             Contemplate
             God
             .
             Ore
             sublunary
             things
             ,
          
           
             The
             dominations
             sway
             ,
             and
             act
             their
             Kings
          
           
             Commands
             ;
             who
             uses
             to
             imploy
             the
             powers
          
           
             When
             he
             will
             curbe
             those
             enemies
             of
             ours
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             Acrian
             Potentates
             :
             as
             Satan
             would
             ,
          
           
             Bring
             
               Moses
            
             body
             forth
             ,
             
             that
             th'
             Hebrews
             should
          
           
             It
             idolize
             ,
             he
             was
             made
             hold
             his
             peace
          
           
             By
             
               Michael
               ,
            
             and
             from
             th'
             enterprize
             surcease
             .
          
           
             Who
             take
             the
             charge
             of
             Kings
             and
             kingdoms
             ,
             these
          
           
             Are
             sti●'d
             magnifique
             Principalities
             .
          
           
             When
             God
             prodigious
             operations
             takes
          
           
             In
             hand
             ,
             he
             then
             the
             active
             Virtues
             makes
          
           
             His
             instruments
             .
             Angels
             ,
             archangels
             ,
             are
          
           
             His
             Nuntio's
             ,
             when
             he
             pleases
             to
             declare
          
           
             His
             mind
             to
             Mortals
             :
             the
             angel
             
               Gabriel
            
             went
             ,
          
           
             In
             Embassie
             to
             crave
             a
             Maids
             consent
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             some
             Paranymph
             prepare
             a
             roome
             ,
             
          
           
             Where
             God
             himselfe
             should
             to
             our
             nature
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             wooing
             in
             's
             owne
             person
             make
             a
             tye
          
           
             Betwixt
             our
             flesh
             ,
             and
             his
             Divinity
             ;
          
           
             The
             hypostatick
             Union
             was
             the
             Ring
             ,
          
           
             Did
             make
             the
             match
             ,
             and
             to
             perfection
             bring
             :
          
           
           
             And
             made
             our
             lumpe
             of
             despicable
             clay
             ,
          
           
             Ore
             the
             Empyrian
             Dominations
             sway
             .
          
           
             What
             time
             the
             Spouse
             ,
             
             both
             Jewes
             and
             Gentiles
             takes
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             them
             both
             a
             mystique
             marriage
             makes
             .
          
           
             The
             fervent
             Seraphin
             ,
             and
             Cherubs
             be
          
           
             Lords
             of
             Gods
             privy
             Councell
             ,
             although
             he
          
           
             Nor
             sits
             ,
             nor
             needs
             much
             to
             deliberate
             ,
          
           
             What
             's
             to
             be
             done
             in
             businesses
             of
             State
             .
          
           
             Yet
             some
             blest
             Angels
             know
             more
             of
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Book
             of
             Life
             (
             read
             deeply
             ,
             )
             find
             ,
          
           
             The
             fixt
             decrees
             of
             his
             eternall
             will
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             elects
             the
             good
             ,
             rejects
             the
             ill
             .
          
           
             Some
             leaders
             of
             Gods
             Army
             ,
             whom
             he
             sends
             ,
          
           
             Or
             to
             subdue
             his
             foes
             ,
             or
             aide
             his
             friends
             ;
          
           
             So
             
               Michael
               ,
            
             Generalissimo
             ,
             commands
          
           
             The
             sacred
             Brigades
             ,
             and
             Caelestiall
             Bands
             ;
          
           
             Guesse
             at
             their
             strength
             ,
             by
             what
             but
             one
             has
             done
             ,
          
           
             Killing
             in
             Egypt
             every
             fi●st
             borne
             for
             .
             
          
           
             All
             this
             one
             night
             perform'd
             :
             Did
             not
             almost
          
           
             Two
             hundreth
             thousand
             of
             the
             Syrian
             Host
             ,
          
           
             o
             th'
             ground
             lye
             gasping
             ,
             by
             one
             Angell
             kil'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             rest
             with
             Panik
             terrourfilde
             ,
          
           
             Trudge
             with
             their
             King
             away
             ?
             
             some
             Angel
             must
          
           
             I'
             th
             latest
             day
             collect
             all
             humane
             dust
             :
          
           
             When
             soules
             shall
             reassume
             their
             flesh
             ,
             and
             give
             ,
          
           
             Account
             of
             all
             their
             actions
             done
             alive
             .
          
           
             All
             these
             great
             Princes
             hourely
             waite
             upon
          
           
             Their
             glorious
             King
             ,
             encompassing
             his
             throane
             ,
          
           
             To
             doe
             him
             service
             ,
             and
             i'
             th
             very
             name
             ,
          
           
             Each
             one
             Enucleates
             his
             Creators
             fame
             .
          
           
             For
             every
             single
             appellation
             suites
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             the
             Banner
             of
             Gods
             attributes
             .
          
           
             The
             Seraphim
             proclaime
             that
             ardent
             fire
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             the
             Persons
             mutually
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             existence
             ,
             and
             communicate
             ,
          
           
             To
             what
             's
             existent
             an
             accomplish'd
             state
             .
          
           
             The
             Cherubs
             witnesse
             an
             abysse
             of
             skill
             ,
          
           
             In
             the
             production
             ,
             and
             a
             provident
             will
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             government
             o
             th'
             world
             :
             both
             in
             the
             height
          
           
             Of
             wisdome
             ,
             number
             ,
             and
             of
             weight
             .
          
           
             How
             fitly
             doe
             the
             quiet
             thrones
             expresse
             ,
          
           
             Gods
             never
             to
             be
             altered
             quietnesse
             ?
          
           
             Who
             in
             himselfe
             immov'd
             ,
             alwayes
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             With
             various
             motions
             alters
             the
             Worlds
             frame
             .
          
           
             Mutations
             in
             the
             fire
             ,
             ayre
             ,
             water
             ,
             land
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             all
             these
             God
             has
             a
             speciall
             hand
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             some
             Rock
             fixt
             firmly
             midst
             the
             waves
             ,
          
           
             Stirs
             not
             a
             jot
             ,
             although
             the
             ocean
             raves
             ,
          
           
             And
             boysterous
             winds
             conspiring
             with
             the
             tyde
             ,
          
           
             Cause
             noyse
             ,
             and
             feare
             alike
             on
             every
             side
             :
          
           
             So
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             though
             daily
             motions
             be
             ,
          
           
             Changes
             of
             elements
             ,
             and
             Kingdomes
             ;
             he
          
           
             Who
             changes
             all
             ,
             sits
             quiet
             in
             his
             throne
             ,
          
           
             Ever
             the
             same
             unalterable
             ,
             One
             .
          
           
             Powers
             ,
             vertues
             ,
             principalities
             ,
             display
          
           
             With
             dominations
             a
             despotick
             sway
             .
          
           
             The
             Angels
             fancied
             young
             with
             Cherubs
             wings
             ,
          
           
             The
             cheerfull
             expedition
             in
             their
             Kings
          
           
             Commands
             :
             
             these
             ninety
             nine
             have
             never
             er'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             alwayes
             loyal
             to
             their
             God
             adher'd
             :
          
           
             When
             
               Lucifer
            
             that
             Ca●●lin
             lost
             his
             place
             ,
          
           
             These
             purchast
             glory
             ,
             keeping
             their
             first
             grace
             .
          
           
             A
             mighty
             Prince
             prepar'd
             
               Assuerus
            
             feasts
             ,
          
           
             And
             sent
             his
             Vassals
             to
             invite
             the
             guests
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             bid
             'em
             forthwith
             to
             the
             banquet
             come
             ,
          
           
             They
             onely
             wanted
             to
             adorne
             his
             roome
             .
          
           
             They
             all
             excuse
             ;
             one
             answers
             ,
             he
             hath
             bought
             ,
          
           
             A
             Farme
             ,
             
             and
             goes
             to
             see
             if
             't
             be
             worth
             ought
             ;
          
           
             Another
             has
             bought
             Oxen
             ,
             and
             must
             know
          
           
             By
             tryall
             ,
             whether
             they
             be
             good
             or
             no
             .
          
           
             The
             third
             's
             a
             married
             man
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             life
             ,
          
           
             He
             cannot
             obtaine
             licence
             of
             his
             wife
             .
          
           
             What
             's
             to
             be
             done
             ?
             must
             all
             the
             Kates
             be
             spoyld
             ?
          
           
             This
             noble
             Prince
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             court'sie
             foyld
             ?
          
           
             No
             sure
             his
             servants
             goe
             to
             every
             street
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             up
             all
             the
             passengers
             they
             meet
             .
          
           
           
             Yet
             there
             is
             place
             :
             he
             sends
             for
             the
             Rif-raf
             ,
          
           
             They
             come
             sit
             at
             his
             table
             ,
             drink
             ,
             eate
             ,
             laugh
             .
          
           
             Such
             is
             God
             bounty
             ,
             he
             prepared
             feasts
             ,
          
           
             Adorn'd
             heavens
             Hall
             ,
             and
             onely
             wanted
             guests
          
           
             To
             fill
             the
             roomes
             of
             those
             rebellious
             Fiends
             ,
          
           
             Wherefore
             to
             Jews
             and
             Gentiles
             out
             he
             sends
             .
          
           
             Many
             excuse
             themselves
             :
             
             some
             pride
             of
             life
          
           
             Retard
             ,
             some
             hope
             of
             gaine
             ,
             others
             a
             Wife
             .
          
           
             But
             who
             can
             crosse
             Gods
             efficacious
             will
             ?
          
           
             Guests
             are
             compel'd
             ,
             
             whether
             they
             wil
             or
             nil
             ,
          
           
             By
             congruous
             grace
             to
             come
             ,
             and
             fill
             the
             seats
          
           
             O'
             th
             trayterous
             Elves
             ,
             and
             feed
             on
             dainty
             meats
             .
          
           
             The
             lame
             ,
             the
             feeble
             ,
             and
             the
             poore
             in
             spirit
             ,
          
           
             By
             grace
             of
             Christ
             advanc'd
             ,
             not
             their
             owne
             merit
             ,
          
           
             To
             Gods
             owne
             table
             ,
             eate
             Caelestiall
             Kates
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Angels
             minister
             ,
             
             and
             Jesus
             waites
             .
          
           
             Of
             these
             in
             Heaven
             a
             countlesse
             multitude
             ,
          
           
             Inhabit
             ,
             
             not
             as
             the
             base
             vulgar
             rude
             ;
          
           
             But
             deeply
             learned
             ,
             having
             for
             their
             book
             ,
          
           
             Even
             God
             himselfe
             ,
             on
             whom
             they
             daily
             look
             :
          
           
             And
             as
             they
             more
             or
             lesse
             relations
             see
          
           
             I
             th'
             sacred
             triad
             ,
             so
             they
             learned
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             happy
             more
             or
             lesse
             ,
             and
             what
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             Most
             firmly
             comforts
             ,
             they
             shall
             never
             fall
          
           
             From
             this
             beatitude
             :
             some
             ages
             past
             ,
          
           
             This
             state
             of
             things
             shall
             end
             ;
             theirs
             ever
             last
             .
          
           
             No
             sicknesse
             ,
             no
             diseases
             can
             come
             neare
          
           
             That
             happy
             Towne
             ,
             nor
             is
             there
             any
             feare
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             consuming
             time
             ,
             or
             pensive
             cares
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             issue
             furrowing
             wrinckles
             ,
             
             or
             gray
             hayres
             :
          
           
             Never
             sedition
             troubled
             this
             blest
             towne
             ,
          
           
             Since
             
               Lucifer
            
             that
             Boutifew
             fel
             downe
             .
          
           
             And
             care
             is
             had
             that
             none
             shall
             enter
             in
          
           
             The
             gates
             ,
             
             de●il'd
             with
             leprousie
             of
             sin
             .
          
           
             T
             is
             true
             ,
             there
             's
             difference
             twixt
             the
             light
             of
             stars
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             cannot
             inequality
             breed
             jars
             :
             
          
           
             No
             Saint
             repining
             at
             anothers
             share
             ,
          
           
             Though
             some
             more
             glorious
             then
             some
             others
             are
             .
          
           
           
             All
             rest
             contented
             with
             their
             proper
             store
          
           
             Of
             grace
             ,
             and
             glory
             ,
             and
             require
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             't
             were
             a
             madnesse
             any
             should
             repine
             ,
          
           
             The
             cheerfull
             Sun
             should
             on
             his
             fellow
             shine
             ;
          
           
             Or
             dropping
             Clouds
             with
             a
             fructiferous
             shower
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             his
             neighbours
             fields
             a
             blessing
             poure
             .
          
           
             The
             selfe
             same
             mirrour
             bounteously
             reflects
             .
          
           
             Upon
             a
             thousand
             severall
             mens
             aspects
             .
          
           
             The
             aiery
             species
             ,
             nor
             is
             lesse
             your
             view
             ,
          
           
             Because
             a
             thousand
             sharers
             are
             with
             you
             .
          
           
             God
             is
             this
             glorious
             planet
             ,
             this
             cleere
             glasse
             ,
          
           
             That
             cheers
             all
             ,
             shews
             all
             objects
             as
             they
             passe
             .
          
           
             Though
             he
             cheer
             all
             ,
             though
             he
             be
             seen
             of
             many
             ,
          
           
             All
             this
             is
             done
             sans
             detriment
             of
             any
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             there
             been
             millions
             of
             such
             worlds
             more
             ,
          
           
             Of
             saints
             ,
             and
             angels
             ,
             an
             innumerous
             store
             ,
          
           
             All
             had
             had
             heat
             ,
             all
             had
             as
             clearely
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             
             th'object
             never
             penetrated
             been
             .
          
           
             As
             easily
             God
             giving
             life
             and
             forme
             ,
          
           
             To
             al
             as
             he
             doth
             to
             the
             silliest
             worme
             :
          
           
             And
             though
             to
             some
             his
             bounties
             ampler
             be
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             even
             in
             this
             we
             shal
             Deco●um
             see
             .
          
           
             As
             a●chitects
             ,
             who
             reare
             a
             house
             or
             wal
             ,
          
           
             When
             pondrous
             stones
             are
             fit
             ,
             apply
             not
             smal
             :
          
           
             When
             smal
             proportion
             will
             not
             massie
             place
             ,
          
           
             For
             so
             the
             worke
             would
             want
             both
             art
             and
             grace
             .
          
           
             Such
             is
             Gods
             City
             made
             of
             lively
             stones
             ,
          
           
             Spiritual
             Chrysolithes
             ,
             and
             Unions
             .
          
           
             The
             Sardonix
             ,
             
             and
             sparkling
             Chrysoprase
             ,
          
           
             Beryllus
             ,
             Jasper
             ,
             Christaline
             like
             glasse
             .
          
           
             All
             these
             rich
             Jems
             proportionably
             cut
             ,
          
           
             Are
             in
             that
             forme
             ,
             and
             decent
             manner
             put
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             such
             quantity
             ,
             and
             valour
             be
             ,
          
           
             As
             with
             the
             Universe
             shal
             best
             agree
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             the
             workman
             shewed
             such
             curious
             art
             ,
          
           
             In
             making
             this
             low
             Orbe
             ,
             and
             every
             part
          
           
             Contain'd
             in
             it
             ,
             how
             must
             his
             skill
             abound
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             a
             palace
             for
             himselfe
             wil
             found
             ?
          
           
           
             We
             have
             view'd
             Gods
             City
             ,
             know
             the
             subjects
             ,
             now
          
           
             Let
             's
             contemplate
             the
             policy
             and
             how
          
           
             This
             mighty
             Monarck
             governs
             ,
             by
             what
             law
          
           
             So
             steers
             ,
             his
             subjects
             love
             ,
             yet
             stand
             in
             aw
             .
          
           
             Kings
             are
             compel'd
             to
             imploy
             their
             subjects
             hands
             ,
          
           
             As
             use●ull
             instruments
             of
             their
             commands
             :
          
           
             They
             cannot
             live
             without
             'em
             ,
             nor
             are
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Unlesse
             the
             subject
             necessary
             things
             ;
          
           
             Supply
             for
             life
             ,
             and
             state
             ,
             whence
             come
             their
             treasures
             ,
          
           
             But
             from
             the
             subjects
             purse
             ?
             even
             to
             their
             pleasures
          
           
             The
             subject
             must
             contribute
             ,
             nor
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             River
             without
             ▪
             Subjects
             pleasure
             yeild
             ,
          
           
             Unlesse
             the
             Falconer
             trave●sing
             the
             mounds
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             lu●e
             the
             Hawke
             ,
             the
             hun●s-men
             rate
             the
             Hounds
             .
          
           
             In
             masques
             ,
             and
             showes
             ,
             and
             playes
             ,
             which
             Princes
             see
             ,
          
           
             Subjects
             must
             revellers
             ,
             and
             actors
             be
             .
          
           
             If
             he
             rule
             wisely
             the
             best
             Monarck
             heares
             ,
          
           
             More
             with
             his
             subjects
             ,
             then
             with
             his
             owne
             eares
             :
          
           
             He
             must
             have
             ledgers
             ,
             and
             his
             spies
             maintaine
             ,
          
           
             To
             informe
             what
             's
             done
             in
             Rome
             ,
             France
             ,
             Flanders
             ,
             Spaine
             .
          
           
             I
             st
             '
             the
             least
             misery
             of
             Kings
             to
             stand●
             ▪
          
           
             In
             feare
             of
             their
             owne
             subjects
             ,
             least
             they
             band
          
           
             Against
             them
             ,
             or
             plot
             treason
             ;
             Monarcks
             are
             ,
          
           
             Jealous
             when
             subjects
             grow
             too
             popular
             ,
          
           
             Too
             potent
             ,
             or
             too
             rich
             ;
             on
             purpose
             send
          
           
             Them
             out
             Embassadors
             ,
             to
             make
             'em
             spend
          
           
             Their
             formidable
             treasures
             :
             Or
             in
             shew
          
           
             Of
             honour
             ,
             let
             'em
             for
             their
             Viceroyes
             goe
          
           
             To
             the
             remoter
             Indies
             .
             Who
             can
             tell
             ,
          
           
             How
             many
             Monarks
             by
             their
             Vassals
             fell
             ?
          
           
             We
             need
             not
             travaile
             Greece
             ,
             Rome
             ,
             Beme
             ,
             France
             ,
             Spaine
             ;
          
           
             In
             our
             sole
             Britaine
             fifty
             Monarks
             slaine
             :
          
           
             That
             
               Aventinus
            
             boldly
             dares
             report
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             Roman-German
             Emperor
             kept
             a
             court
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Kings
             were
             subject
             :
             none
             but
             Asses
             were
          
           
             Vassailes
             to
             the
             French
             King
             ,
             because
             they
             beare
          
           
             Such
             heavy
             burdens
             ;
             the
             Hesperian
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Were
             Kings
             of
             men
             ,
             because
             the
             Spaniard
             clings
          
           
           
             So
             closely
             to
             his
             Prince
             .
             A
             King
             of
             Devils
             ,
          
           
             Our
             English
             King
             ,
             by
             reason
             of
             the
             evils
          
           
             Against
             their
             Kings
             done
             by
             the
             subjects
             hands
             ,
          
           
             Rebellions
             ,
             depositions
             ,
             murthers
             ,
             bands
             .
          
           
             Yet
             we
             must
             understand
             ther
             's
             mighty
             ods
             ,
          
           
             Betwixt
             the
             Commons
             ,
             and
             terrestrial
             Gods
             .
          
           
             Angels
             guard
             us
             ,
             
             archangels
             wait
             on
             them
             ,
          
           
             Secure
             their
             persons
             ,
             
             and
             protect
             the
             Realme
          
           
             For
             Monarks
             sakes
             :
             
             let
             the
             world
             know
             that
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Are
             gods
             on
             earth
             ,
             and
             consecrated
             things
             .
          
           
             Precious
             'i
             th
             sight
             of
             God
             ,
             in
             state
             most
             high
             ,
          
           
             Who
             touch
             'em
             ,
             
             touch
             the
             apple
             of
             Gods
             eye
             .
          
           
             
               Semei
            
             may
             barke
             ,
             
             
               Achitophel
            
             counsel
             give
             ,
          
           
             But
             how
             long
             after
             did
             these
             traytors
             live
             ?
          
           
             The
             polititian
             ,
             farewell
             gently
             takes
          
           
             Of
             all
             his
             freinds
             ,
             and
             with
             decorum
             makes
          
           
             (
             If
             hanging
             have
             a
             decency
             )
             an
             end
          
           
             Of
             's
             loathed
             life
             .
             
             
               Semei
            
             is
             made
             a
             friend
             ,
          
           
             To
             the
             restored
             King
             ;
             but
             with
             this
             law
          
           
             (
             Which
             whilst
             he
             lives
             shal
             keep
             him
             stil
             in
             awe
             )
          
           
             He
             must
             not
             leave
             his
             house
             :
             some
             few
             years
             passe
             ,
          
           
             His
             servants
             run
             away
             ;
             mounting
             his
             Asse
          
           
             He
             brings
             'em
             back
             againe
             .
             
             'T
             is
             told
             the
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Semei
            
             dyes
             for
             's
             first
             ,
             and
             last
             offence
             .
          
           
             (
             Gods
             scourge
             oretaking
             (
             though
             't
             is
             sometimes
             long
             )
          
           
             Still
             subjects
             ,
             who
             dare
             doe
             their
             Monarks
             wrong
             .
             )
          
           
             But
             though
             high
             powers
             guard
             Kings
             ,
             yet
             we
             may
             see
             ,
          
           
             How
             to
             their
             subjects
             spleens
             they
             subject
             be
             .
          
           
             No
             such
             dependant
             Monarchie
             in
             Heaven
             ,
          
           
             Where
             nothing
             by
             the
             subject
             can
             be
             given
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             not
             Gods
             before
             :
             their
             very
             being
          
           
             Glorious
             endowments
             ,
             beatifique
             seeing
             .
          
           
             For
             pleasure
             ,
             not
             for
             want
             of
             power
             or
             skill
             ,
          
           
             He
             makes
             the
             Angels
             actors
             of
             their
             will
             .
          
           
             Nor
             feares
             he
             mutinies
             ;
             lov
             's
             the
             onely
             law
             ,
          
           
             Of
             their
             obedience
             ,
             and
             a
             filyall
             awe
             .
          
           
             Should
             any
             rise
             (
             which
             cannot
             be
             )
             one
             frowne
             ,
          
           
             Would
             easily
             cast
             to
             Hell
             the
             Rebels
             downe
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             acts
             al
             things
             ,
             above
             ,
             beneath
             the
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             Needs
             no
             informers
             to
             know
             what
             is
             done
             .
          
           
             The
             greatest
             Monark
             governs
             ,
             as
             well
             clounes
             ,
          
           
             As
             Kings
             :
             in
             Heaven
             all
             are
             Kings
             ,
             all
             weare
             crownes
             .
          
           
             Nor
             can
             we
             reckon
             the
             innumerous
             list
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Gods
             apparent
             heyrs
             ,
             
             coheyrs
             with
             Christ
             .
          
           
             Commanders
             of
             his
             Military
             Bands
             ,
             
          
           
             Who
             for
             their
             brave
             exploits
             by
             Gods
             owne
             hands
             ,
          
           
             Have
             Diadems
             set
             on
             every
             Victors
             front
             ,
          
           
             Of
             precious
             stones
             ,
             and
             every
             stone
             has
             on
             't
          
           
             The
             trophees
             they
             have
             rear'd
             by
             Victories
             got
             ,
          
           
             As
             with
             the
             Devill
             ,
             World
             ,
             and
             Flesh
             they
             fought
             .
          
           
             Thus
             is
             our
             Sions
             government
             in
             all
          
           
             Points
             most
             compleat
             ,
             truly
             Monarchicall
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             right
             Honourable
             ,
             Thomas
             Lord
             Brudenol
             ,
             Master
             Robert
             Brudenol
             his
             Son
             ,
             and
             my
             learned
             Friend
             ,
             Master
             Iames
             Yate
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Octavus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               All
               good
               here
               scanted
               ,
               if
               a
               Man
               have
               wealth
               ,
            
             
               He
               wants
               or
               wit
               to
               use
               it
               ,
               or
               wants
               health
               .
            
             
               This
               witty
               as
               Achitophel
               ,
               but
               his
               case
               ,
            
             
               As
               poore
               as
               Iobs
               ,
               or
               worse
               :
               for
               he
               wants
               grace
               .
            
             
               Onely
               in
               Heaven
               these
               Three
               are
               friendly
               joyn'd
               ,
            
             
               Health
               ,
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               choise
               endowments
               of
               the
               Mind
               :
            
             
               Then
               the
               fourth
               Good
               on
               these
               Three
               former
               waites
               ,
            
             
               Angels
               ,
               Archangels
               ,
               Patriarcks
               are
               your
               mates
               :
            
             
               With
               Prophets
               ,
               Martyrs
               ,
               Doctors
               to
               their
               King
               ,
            
             
               Melodious
               Allelujas
               you
               shall
               sing
               .
            
          
           
             THe
             end
             of
             Common
             weales
             is
             to
             procure
             ,
          
           
             A
             temporall
             happinesse
             ,
             and
             put
             in
             ure
             ,
          
           
             All
             means
             conducent
             to
             that
             purpose
             ,
             this
          
           
             Obtain'd
             they
             rest
             contented
             with
             such
             blisse
             .
          
           
             Was
             ever
             Rome
             ,
             Spar●●
             ,
             or
             Athens
             blest
             ,
          
           
             With
             such
             a
             happinesse
             ?
             Lots
             view
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Common-wealths
             ;
             they
             often
             chang'd
             their
             formes
          
           
             Of
             government
             ,
             to
             be
             secur'd
             from
             stormes
             .
          
           
             Now
             Kings
             ,
             now
             Peers
             ,
             now
             Commons
             ,
             now
             commixt
             ,
          
           
             All
             three
             ;
             no
             policy
             long
             standing
             fixt
             .
          
           
           
             Which
             shews
             that
             all
             your
             Common-wealths
             are
             lame
             ,
          
           
             Gaine
             not
             their
             ends
             ,
             but
             onely
             at
             them
             aime
             .
          
           
             Are
             private
             men
             more
             happy
             ?
             Let
             us
             see
          
           
             What
             's
             requisite
             to
             our
             felicity
             .
             
          
           
             A
             plenteous
             fortune
             ,
             Dowries
             of
             the
             minde
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             the
             bodys
             health
             must
             be
             adjoyn'd
             .
          
           
             (
             Does
             not
             such
             blisse
             stand
             on
             a
             ticklish
             point
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gout
             ,
             or
             head-ach
             can
             put
             out
             of
             joynt
             ?
             )
          
           
             Then
             choyse
             associates
             must
             accumulate
             ,
          
           
             The
             full
             fruition
             of
             a
             blessed
             state
             :
          
           
             And
             't
             is
             extension
             of
             a
             private
             good
             ,
          
           
             When
             friends
             pertake
             in
             our
             Beatitude
             .
          
           
             Such
             have
             blind
             Fortunes
             various
             changes
             been
             ,
          
           
             That
             never
             yet
             a
             Common-wealth
             was
             seene
             ,
          
           
             Or
             single
             man
             ,
             in
             whom
             these
             blessings
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             Friends
             ,
             health
             ,
             the
             goods
             of
             fortune
             ,
             and
             the
             Minde
             .
          
           
             In
             wrongs
             was
             
               Alexander
            
             fortunate
             ,
          
           
             H●s
             friends
             unfaithfull
             ,
             minde
             intemperate
             .
          
           
             What
             was
             his
             fury
             ?
             what
             his
             drunkennesse
             ?
          
           
             When
             he
             slue
             
               Clitus
               ,
            
             and
             
               Callisthenes
               .
            
          
           
             Virtues
             in
             others
             can
             this
             Prince
             offend
             ,
          
           
             Which
             were
             they
             his
             ,
             heed●
             in
             himselfe
             commend
             .
          
           
             What
             can
             content
             this
             brainsick
             young
             mans
             minde
             ?
          
           
             When
             what
             his
             foes
             cannot
             ,
             himselfe
             will
             finde
          
           
             A
             want
             in
             his
             owne
             greatnesse
             :
             
               Philips
            
             son
             ,
          
           
             Though
             Asia
             he
             subdu'd
             has
             nothing
             done
             ,
          
           
             Because
             
               Perdiccas
            
             hath
             a
             warlike
             brest
             ,
          
           
             
               Lysimachus
            
             amongst
             his
             Chieftaines
             best
             ,
          
           
             Can
             lead
             an
             Army
             .
             
               Attalus
            
             brave
             gate
             ,
          
           
             A
             shadow
             casts
             on
             
               Alexanders
            
             state
             .
          
           
             
               Seleucus
            
             is
             magnanimous
             ,
             and
             where
             ,
          
           
             Dangers
             and
             death
             are
             most
             apparent
             ,
             there
          
           
             He
             will
             be
             formost
             ,
             
               Ptolomy
            
             does
             rest
          
           
             In
             Fortunes
             lap
             ,
             all
             his
             attempts
             are
             blest
             .
          
           
             Thus
             envy
             has
             ,
             as
             
               Argus
            
             many
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Above
             ,
             beneath
             ,
             on
             every
             ●ide
             shee
             spies
             .
          
           
             We
             hate
             Superiours
             ,
             because
             they
             are
             so
             ,
          
           
             We
             feare
             least
             our
             Inferiours
             equall
             grow
             .
          
           
           
             We
             look
             a
             squint
             on
             such
             we
             fellows
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             a
             jealousie
             they
             le
             better
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             best
             of
             Romans
             ,
             and
             most
             worthy
             man
             ,
          
           
             Was
             
               Scipio
            
             Major
             ,
             surnam'd
             African
             .
          
           
             Was
             he
             accomplish'd
             ?
             no
             ,
             though
             wherein
             weake
             ,
          
           
             His
             noble
             Wife
             can
             ,
             
             but
             disdains
             to
             speake
             .
          
           
             Omitting
             these
             ,
             wee
             le
             come
             to
             
               Solomon
               ,
            
          
           
             A
             type
             of
             the
             Messias
             ,
             
               Davids
            
             son
             :
          
           
             This
             Monarck
             by
             his
             subjects
             even
             ador'd
          
           
             For
             wisdome
             ,
             with
             all
             rich
             endowments
             stor'd
             :
          
           
             Well
             kend
             all
             plants
             ,
             and
             could
             describe
             the
             tall
          
           
             Caedar
             as
             well
             ,
             
             as
             th'
             Hysop
             of
             the
             wall
             :
          
           
             He
             knew
             all
             secrets
             ,
             and
             could
             make
             his
             texts
             ,
          
           
             The
             causes
             influences
             on
             their
             effects
             :
          
           
             He
             well
             was
             verst
             in
             what
             few
             mortals
             know
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             it
             proceeds
             ,
             why
             these
             ,
             and
             those
             winds
             blow
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             learn'd
             
               Aristotle
            
             put
             beside
             ,
          
           
             His
             wits
             ,
             he
             knew
             the
             ebbing
             of
             the
             Tyde
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             refluxe
             :
             whether
             the
             Moone
             be
             cause
          
           
             Th'
             Ocean
             in
             both
             observes
             such
             constant
             lawes
             .
          
           
             Taught
             by
             omniscious
             God
             ,
             he
             knew
             the
             motions
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Orbs
             ,
             and
             how
             their
             revolutions
          
           
             Sway
             sublunary
             things
             ,
             and
             whether
             those
          
           
             Have
             a
             predominance
             in
             joyes
             and
             woes
             .
          
           
             Whether
             our
             
               Lilie
            
             or
             his
             
               Booker●rre
            
             ,
          
           
             Or
             we
             must
             
               Wharton
            
             before
             them
             both
             prefer
             :
          
           
             Had
             he
             writ
             Almanacks
             ,
             (
             and
             sure
             he
             had
          
           
             Such
             knowledge
             ,
             halfe
             whereof
             would
             have
             made
             mad
          
           
             All
             our
             Astrologers
             )
             by
             this
             we
             had
             seene
             ,
          
           
             What
             th'
             end
             of
             all
             our
             troubles
             would
             have
             been
             .
          
           
             Sith
             these
             by
             Prophets
             onely
             are
             foretold
             ,
          
           
             For
             we
             are
             masters
             of
             our
             arts
             and
             hold
          
           
             Our
             Fortunes
             in
             our
             hands
             :
             stars
             may
             incline
             ,
          
           
             But
             not
             necessitate
             thy
             will
             or
             mine
             .
          
           
             Had
             he
             turn'd
             Alchymist
             (
             as
             many
             say
          
           
             He
             did
             )
             he
             would
             have
             taken
             the
             right
             way
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             projection
             come
             ,
             and
             not
             with
             brags
          
           
             Of
             
               Peru's
            
             mines
             ,
             have
             gone
             himselfe
             inrags
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             our
             impostures
             doe
             ,
             who
             rich
             men
             cheat
             ,
          
           
             Onely
             to
             sneak
             in
             ●atters
             and
             to
             eate
             .
          
           
             The
             Rabbins
             tell
             ;
             so
             powerfull
             was
             hit
             skill
             ,
          
           
             That
             th'
             aerie
             potentates
             obeyd
             his
             will
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             in
             pity
             knowing
             how
             much
             hurt
             ,
          
           
             Is
             done
             to
             mankind
             by
             this
             glistering
             durt
             ,
          
           
             Cal'd
             Gold
             ,
             the
             sinews
             of
             unnaturall
             war
             ,
          
           
             Lust
             ,
             and
             ambition
             ;
             and
             how
             Lawyers
             are
          
           
             Frunish'd
             by
             this
             to
             feed
             eternall
             strife
             ,
          
           
             'Twixt
             friend
             and
             dearest
             friend
             ,
             man
             and
             his
             wife
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             men
             get
             the
             Philosophick
             stone
             ,
          
           
             All
             would
             be
             rich
             ,
             proud
             ,
             and
             luxurious
             ,
             none
          
           
             Go
             the
             right
             way
             ;
             he
             therefore
             th'
             Angels
             bound
             ,
          
           
             By
             a
             strong
             oath
             ,
             that
             whensoe'r
             they
             found
             ,
          
           
             Projection
             ,
             neare
             to
             come
             ,
             they
             should
             like
             thunder
             ,
          
           
             Fall
             on
             th'
             Alembiks
             ,
             and
             break
             all
             asunder
             ,
          
           
             And
             ever
             since
             projection
             has
             been
             spun
             ,
          
           
             Even
             to
             the
             latest
             day
             :
             then
             al
             's
             undone
             .
          
           
             Though
             Empyricks
             whine
             and
             sweare
             some
             grievous
             fault
          
           
             Has
             crush
             their
             stils
             ,
             and
             made
             their
             science
             halt
             .
          
           
             Our
             
               Soloman
            
             had
             a
             full
             theorie
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             morall
             arts
             :
             Oeconomie
             ,
          
           
             How
             we
             should
             rule
             our
             house
             ,
             how
             rule
             a
             state
             ,
          
           
             How
             our
             unruly
             passions
             subjugate
             .
             
          
           
             How
             we
             should
             children
             rule
             ,
             
             and
             if
             we
             can
             ,
          
           
             Make
             every
             wife
             obeisant
             to
             her
             man
             .
          
           
             What
             all
             surmounts
             by
             gift
             of
             prophecy
             ,
          
           
             He
             could
             the
             mysteries
             of
             our
             Church
             foresee
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             one
             God
             a
             sumptuous
             Temple
             reare
             ,
          
           
             Pre●igurating
             that
             which
             Jesus
             here
          
           
             Founded
             :
             
             although
             to
             this
             inferiour
             far
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             prototypons
             all
             shadows
             are
             .
          
           
             Then
             wrapt
             with
             heavenly
             fires
             chast
             hymns
             enroule
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             the
             Spouse
             shall
             cou●t
             the
             Church
             ,
             the
             soule
             ,
          
           
             (
             His
             compheres
             )
             and
             as
             this
             musitian
             sings
             ,
          
           
             The
             amorous
             emoraces
             of
             his
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             In
             strong
             allusions
             ,
             and
             harmonious
             ayres
             ,
          
           
             What
             are
             his
             owne
             〈…〉
             he
             declares
             .
          
           
           
             His
             comely
             body
             was
             a
             curious
             house
             ,
          
           
             For
             a
             composed
             soule
             .
             His
             Memphian
             spouse
          
           
             i
             th'
             following
             song
             thus
             shall
             h●r
             consort
             greet
             .
          
           
             
               The
               fragrant
               roses
               and
               while
               lyllies
               meet
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               my
               loves
               face
               ,
               his
               forme
               surpasseth
               far
               ,
            
             
               The
               sons
               of
               men
               !
               
               th'
               attractive
               graces
               are
               ,
            
             
               Dancing
               about
               his
               lips
               ,
               when
               hee
               le
               decide
            
             
               Some
               doubtfull
               case
               ,
               or
               else
               his
               wit
               is
               tryde
            
             
               In
               parables
               ,
               what
               Combs
               of
               hony
               flow
               ,
            
             
               What
               heavenly
               elocution
               does
               he
               show
               ?
               
            
             
               Kings
               and
               Domesticks
               ,
               all
               astonish'd
               gaze
            
             
               Upon
               him
               ,
               and
               the
               happy
               fortunes
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Of
               the
               worst
               Meniall
               of
               his
               house
               ,
               who
               stands
               ,
            
             
               And
               hears
               as
               well
               his
               wisedome
               ,
               as
               commands
               .
            
             
               If
               these
               enjoy
               such
               blisse
               ,
               how
               great
               is
               hers
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               to
               his
               bed
               ,
               and
               bosome
               he
               prefers
               ,
            
             
               His
               loyall
               consort
               ,
               Empresse
               ,
               turtle
               Dove
               ,
            
             
               His
               friend
               ,
               compleatly
               faire
               ,
               his
               onely
               Love
               ?
               ;
            
          
           
             Will
             you
             behold
             the
             royall
             majesty
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Spanish
             Kings
             ?
             travell
             to
             Sicily
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             a●
             Naples
             ,
             view
             the
             Viceroyes
             port
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             glorious
             circumstance
             of
             Court
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             le
             see
             Magnificence
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             To
             
               Salems
            
             new
             adorned
             city
             speed
             .
          
           
             There
             you
             le
             behold
             a
             mighty
             Prince
             command
             ,
          
           
             From
             the
             Sea
             shore
             to
             swift
             Euphrates
             strand
             ,
          
           
             Potent
             in
             horse
             and
             foot
             :
             innumerous
             sums
             ,
          
           
             Of
             coyne
             ,
             of
             Sercan
             silks
             ,
             Arabian
             Gums
             ,
          
           
             Odours
             of
             Saba
             :
             every
             neighbour
             King
             ,
          
           
             Courts
             him
             with
             presents
             ,
             or
             does
             Tribute
             bring
             .
          
           
             His
             Heet
             (
             in
             a
             firme
             league
             of
             friendship
             joyn'd
             ,
          
           
             With
             Tyrian
             Hyram
             )
             shall
             mount
             Ophir
             finde
             ,
          
           
             And
             marking
             when
             the
             Lyons
             goe
             to
             pray
             ,
          
           
             S●aze
             on
             the
             precious
             Ore
             ,
             
             and
             bring
             '
             ●
             away
          
           
             (
             For
             Ophir
             Lyons
             dig
             ,
             and
             watch
             those
             Mines
             ,
          
           
             Of
             purer
             dust
             which
             covetous
             man
             refines
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             spreads
             about
             the
             world
             to
             maintaine
             what
             ,
          
           
             Ambition
             ,
             lust
             ,
             wrath
             ,
             envy
             ,
             levell
             at
             .
             )
          
           
           
             Now
             view
             this
             glorious
             Monarck
             sit
             alone
             ,
          
           
             (
             Like
             some
             terrestriall
             God
             on
             's
             Ivory
             throne
             )
          
           
             Or
             the
             resplendent
             Sun
             at
             noon
             dayes
             pride
             ,
          
           
             His
             Memphian
             Empresse
             sitting
             by
             his
             side
             ,
             
          
           
             In
             a
             rich
             pearl-imbroidered
             Cyclad
             dight
             ,
          
           
             (
             Resembling
             the
             faire
             mistresse
             of
             the
             night
             .
             )
          
           
             Two
             massie
             Lyons
             made
             of
             beaten
             gold
             ,
          
           
             On
             either
             side
             the
             high-set-throne
             uphold
             :
             
          
           
             Six
             steps
             th'
             ascent
             :
             a
             dozen
             Lyons
             are
             ,
          
           
             Of
             the
             same
             metall
             guarding
             every
             staire
             .
          
           
             A
             world
             of
             Grandees
             wait
             upon
             their
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             Admiring
             his
             full
             answers
             ,
             and
             deep
             sence
             :
          
           
             Either
             as
             the
             Embassadors
             shall
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             enucleate
             some
             ambiguous
             case
             :
          
           
             For
             pleasures
             now
             what
             were
             his
             house
             and
             court
             ?
          
           
             A
             City
             this
             ,
             that
             Eden
             full
             of
             sport
             .
          
           
             Ordered
             so
             well
             that
             every
             meniall
             knowes
          
           
             His
             proper
             duties
             ,
             and
             discharges
             those
          
           
             Without
             disturbance
             to
             the
             rest
             ,
             
             all
             move
          
           
             In
             their
             owne
             centrike
             lines
             as
             do's
             behove
             ,
          
           
             Vassailes
             of
             
               Solomon
               :
            
             
             the
             plaines
             ,
             the
             woods
             ,
          
           
             Yield
             profit
             and
             delight
             :
             the
             springs
             ,
             the
             floods
             ,
          
           
             To
             fish-ponds
             turn'd
             ,
             and
             made
             inhabitants
             ,
          
           
             About
             his
             house
             to
             water
             trees
             ,
             flowers
             ,
             plants
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             feeds
             every
             element
             combines
          
           
             To
             grace
             his
             board
             :
             the
             earth
             her
             richest
             wines
             .
          
           
             Sea
             ,
             earth
             ,
             and
             ayre
             ,
             present
             fish
             ,
             fowle
             ,
             and
             beasts
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             day
             he
             makes
             Apician
             feasts
             .
          
           
             At
             all
             his
             banquets
             ,
             massie
             plate
             behold
             ,
          
           
             Cups
             ,
             Tankards
             ,
             Flagons
             ,
             all
             of
             purest
             gold
             ,
          
           
             Embost
             with
             Jems
             :
             For
             gold
             ,
             pearles
             ,
             diamonds
             ,
          
           
             Abounded
             there
             ,
             as
             rife
             as
             precious
             stones
             ,
          
           
             What
             stately
             Masques
             ,
             where
             wit
             with
             bravery
             strives
             ,
          
           
             Presented
             are
             before
             him
             ,
             and
             his
             wives
             ,
          
           
             And
             concubines
             ?
             (
             a
             thousand
             )
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             So
             gracious
             ,
             might
             be
             a
             Prototypon
             ,
          
           
             And
             single
             give
             ingenious
             
               Zeuxis
            
             lawes
             ,
          
           
             When
             for
             rich
             
               Croton
            
             he
             a
             Goddesse
             drawes
             ,
          
           
           
             At
             every
             straine
             such
             musique
             charmes
             their
             eares
             ,
          
           
             May
             paralell
             with
             the
             Harmonious
             spheres
             .
          
           
             Such
             was
             the
             life
             of
             
               Solomon
               ,
            
             and
             sure
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             will
             character
             an
             Epicure
             ,
          
           
             Envelop'd
             in
             all
             pleasures
             ,
             
             doe
             but
             look
             ,
          
           
             And
             seriously
             ,
             upon
             this
             Monarcks
             book
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             must
             grant
             an
             happinesse
             ,
             if
             this
          
           
             Low
             Orbe
             ,
             and
             all
             things
             in
             't
             can
             yeeld
             a
             blisse
             .
          
           
             But
             
               Moores
               ,
            
             and
             
               Plato's
            
             Common-weals
             have
             been
          
           
             Fancied
             ingeniously
             ,
             though
             never
             seen
             .
          
           
             And
             
               Xenophon
            
             with
             a
             neat
             pen
             could
             draw
          
           
             A
             curious
             Cyrus
             ,
             whom
             the
             world
             nere
             saw
             .
          
           
             So
             
               Aristotle
            
             form'd
             a
             happy
             man
             ,
          
           
             In
             his
             owne
             braine
             ,
             which
             no
             age
             could
             or
             can
             ,
          
           
             Or
             shall
             behold
             :
             Riches
             ,
             and
             outward
             things
             ,
          
           
             Are
             temporary
             ▪
             Pleasure
             brings
          
           
             No
             constant
             blisse
             :
             are
             wives
             ,
             and
             women
             ware
             ,
          
           
             More
             precious
             ?
             let
             our
             Ancestors
             declare
          
           
             The
             worth
             of
             these
             .
             What
             is
             for
             silver
             sold
             ,
          
           
             Lesse
             valued
             is
             then
             Silver
             ,
             
             lesse
             then
             gold
             :
          
           
             A
             Wife
             by
             Gods
             command
             the
             Prophet
             buyes
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             having
             paid
             his
             Sicles
             lyes
             :
          
           
             A
             Kings
             first
             daughter
             chaffer'd
             for
             the
             skins
             ,
          
           
             And
             slippits
             of
             preputiate
             Philistins
             .
             
          
           
             We
             goe
             beyond
             their
             wisedome
             ;
             now
             't
             is
             common
             ,
          
           
             Without
             a
             Dowry
             few
             will
             take
             a
             woman
             .
          
           
             Five
             thousand
             ,
             twenty
             ,
             forty
             thousand
             crownes
             ,
          
           
             Laid
             downe
             upon
             the
             naile
             ;
             wardrobes
             of
             gownes
             ,
          
           
             And
             rich
             attire
             ,
             jewels
             prepar'd
             before
          
           
             Shee
             enters
             her
             dread
             Lord
             ,
             and
             husbands
             dore
             .
          
           
             Yet
             notwithstanding
             all
             this
             stir
             and
             cost
             ,
          
           
             The
             haplesse
             husbands
             have
             by
             th'
             bargaine
             lost
             .
          
           
             For
             some
             such
             shrews
             ,
             or
             rather
             Furies
             are
             ,
          
           
             Their
             husband
             's
             better
             be
             without
             'em
             far
             .
          
           
             What
             are
             your
             Empires
             ?
             what
             your
             large
             commands
             ▪
          
           
             So
             many
             severall
             cares
             ,
             as
             severall
             lands
             .
          
           
             What
             are
             your
             stately
             masques
             ?
             ingenious
             playes
             ?
          
           
             Wit
             uttered
             ,
             showes
             perform'd
             by
             Popinjaies
             .
          
           
           
             Besides
             this
             transitory
             life
             's
             so
             short
             ,
          
           
             That
             passing
             we
             can
             onely
             look
             at
             sport
             ,
          
           
             Not
             sit
             by
             it
             ;
             that
             thread
             ,
             the
             life
             of
             man
          
           
             Spins
             out
             ,
             fitly
             resembled
             to
             a
             span
             .
          
           
             What
             's
             
               Solomon
            
             on
             his
             Imperiall
             Throne
             ,
          
           
             His
             Grandees
             all
             attending
             ,
             every
             one
          
           
             Praising
             his
             wisedome
             ?
             Despicable
             clay
             ,
          
           
             Accou●red
             well
             ,
             set
             forth
             in
             rich
             array
             :
          
           
             Yet
             thus
             set
             forth
             a
             Lilly
             withering
             streight
             ,
             
          
           
             Shall
             quite
             eclipse
             this
             gaudy
             Monarcks
             state
             .
          
           
             If
             wisedome
             ,
             learning
             ,
             erudition
             bring
          
           
             Felicity
             ;
             we
             must
             confesse
             this
             King
          
           
             A
             happy
             man
             :
             but
             he
             himselfe
             shall
             grant
             ,
          
           
             Where
             's
             much
             affliction
             ,
             likewise
             ther
             's
             much
             want
          
           
             Of
             happinesse
             :
             though
             sciences
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             what
             a
             toyle
             is
             studying
             day
             and
             night
             ,
             
          
           
             To
             purchase
             arts
             ;
             and
             when
             all
             's
             done
             none
             know
             ,
          
           
             What
             animates
             a
             dog
             ,
             a
             cat
             ,
             a
             crow
             .
          
           
             We
             see
             when
             any
             such
             poore
             creature
             dyes
             ,
          
           
             The
             senslesse
             carkasse
             without
             motion
             lyes
             .
          
           
             Death
             some
             thing
             must
             destroy
             ,
             some
             thing
             divide
             ,
          
           
             That
             soule
             and
             body
             hath
             together
             tyde
             .
          
           
             The
             union
             's
             lost
             ,
             where
             is
             ,
             and
             what
             is
             that
             ?
          
           
             Did
             constitute
             a
             crow
             ,
             a
             dog
             ,
             a
             cat
             .
          
           
             We
             cannot
             tell
             ,
             more
             then
             in
             generall
             ,
          
           
             How
             we
             these
             actuating
             soules
             should
             call
             .
          
           
             We
             have
             surveigh'd
             the
             world
             and
             nothing
             finde
             ,
          
           
             Which
             can
             beatifie
             m●ns
             restlesse
             mind
             :
          
           
             Created
             to
             be
             happy
             :
             must
             this
             end
             ,
          
           
             Be
             frustrate
             ?
             must
             we
             toyle
             ,
             and
             labour
             spend
          
           
             In
             vaine
             ?
             No!
             we
             will
             fly
             with
             wings
             of
             love
          
           
             To
             heaven
             ;
             and
             finde
             beatitude
             above
             .
          
           
             The
             state
             of
             joy
             and
             pleasure
             ,
             is
             the
             will
             ,
          
           
             The
             object
             either
             reall
             good
             or
             ill
          
           
             Yet
             such
             as
             clothes
             it selfe
             in
             the
             antique
             tire
          
           
             Of
             good
             :
             the
             senses
             when
             what
             they
             desire
             ,
          
           
             They
             have
             ,
             transmit
             to
             th'
             soule
             (
             their
             Queene
             )
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Which
             issues
             from
             the
             heating
             ,
             cast
             ,
             smel
             ,
             sight
             .
          
           
           
             That
             pleasure
             is
             the
             scules
             ,
             we
             are
             easily
             taught
             ,
          
           
             Because
             the
             will
             ,
             or
             else
             some
             pensive
             thought
          
           
             Can
             curbe
             all
             pleasure
             in
             exteriours
             t●ne
             .
          
           
             Yea
             more
             ,
             convert
             all
             pleasure
             into
             paine
             .
          
           
             Faire
             
               Aletkeia
            
             the
             search
             ,
             and
             object
             is
          
           
             o
             th'
             understanding
             ,
             and
             its
             proper
             blisse
          
           
             Is
             formall
             verity
             :
             How
             are
             we
             glad
             ,
          
           
             When
             certaine
             demonstrations
             can
             be
             had
             ,
          
           
             In
             any
             science
             ?
             through
             what
             labours
             run
             ,
          
           
             To
             finde
             how
             ,
             where
             ,
             by
             whom
             ,
             such
             deeds
             were
             done
             ?
          
           
             Pleasures
             belong
             to
             th'
             will
             ,
             and
             to
             know
             much
          
           
             Gives
             the
             understanding
             great
             contentment
             :
             such
          
           
             Knowledge
             have
             Sions
             Citizens
             ;
             they
             know
          
           
             All
             things
             ;
             as
             torrents
             ,
             so
             their
             pleasures
             flow
             .
          
           
             A
             torrent
             ,
             
             blessing
             the
             overwhelmed
             meads
             ,
          
           
             Derives
             his
             Origen
             from
             severall
             heads
             :
          
           
             Heaven-threatning
             mountaines
             in
             abundance
             send
             ,
             
          
           
             Their
             fleecy
             snowes
             ;
             the
             neighbouring
             rivers
             lend
          
           
             Friendly
             their
             streames
             ,
             heavens
             cataracts
             fly
             ope
             ,
          
           
             The
             earth
             to
             all
             her
             ●lood-gates
             gives
             full
             scope
             :
          
           
             So
             shall
             there
             be
             a
             confluence
             of
             all
             good
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             compleat
             the
             Saints
             beatitude
             .
          
           
             Will
             understanding
             ,
             memory
             ,
             every
             Sence
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             freely
             give
             a
             large
             benevolence
             .
          
           
             A
             body
             so
             exact
             in
             every
             part
             ,
          
           
             That
             skilfull
             nature
             cannot
             mend
             ,
             nor
             art
          
           
             Make
             better
             ,
             
             after
             the
             age
             of
             Christ
             ;
             for
             he
             ,
          
           
             As
             author
             ,
             so
             th'
             exemplar
             cause
             must
             be
          
           
             Of
             the
             Saints
             blisse
             ;
             full
             of
             agility
             ,
          
           
             Can
             when
             it
             will
             through
             the
             〈◊〉
             Kingdomes
             flie
             .
          
           
             
               Drakes
            
             Ship
             as
             a
             rare
             monument
             was
             kept
             ,
             
          
           
             At
             
               Debtfort
               ,
            
             'cause
             she
             had
             the
             Ocean
             swept
             ,
          
           
             Encompassing
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             〈◊〉
             the
             Sun
          
           
             Had
             thrice
             his
             course
             through
             th'
             oblique
             Zodiack
             run
             ,
          
           
             Circled
             the
             coasts
             of
             parched
             Africa
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Asia
             ,
             Europe
             ,
             and
             America
             ,
          
           
             What
             is
             this
             world
             compar'd
             to
             heaven
             ?
             a
             span
             ,
             
          
           
             To
             fifty
             leagues
             .
             Yet
             the
             Saints
             bodyes
             can
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             soone
             as
             the
             swift
             sun
             all
             regions
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             journyes
             end
             not
             wearied
             be
             .
          
           
             Then
             how
             pellucid
             bodyes
             made
             divine
          
           
             By
             glory
             are
             ?
             
             how
             radiantly
             they
             shine
             .
          
           
             Here
             they
             were
             Tabernacles
             (
             though
             of
             clay
             ,
             )
          
           
             In
             which
             soules
             deare
             to
             God
             ,
             a
             while
             made
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Organs
             o
             th'
             divine
             glory
             ;
             so
             
               Pauls
            
             tongue
             ,
          
           
             Through
             th'
             Universe
             ,
             Gods
             praise
             ,
             and
             Gospell
             sung
             ,
          
           
             Orethrew
             Idolatry
             ,
             
             orethrew
             false
             Gods
             ,
          
           
             His
             body
             for
             the
             true
             God
             scourg'd
             with
             rods
             .
             
          
           
             Orewhelm'd
             with
             stones
             ;
             in
             perils
             on
             the
             Maine
             .
          
           
             His
             head
             by
             th'
             sword
             from
             off
             his
             shoulders
             tane
             .
          
           
             These
             severall
             members
             for
             the
             severall
             wounds
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             be
             adorn'd
             with
             severall
             Diamonds
             .
          
           
             Anadems
             of
             glory
             circle
             that
             blest
             front
             ,
          
           
             Gyrlands
             of
             richest
             Jewels
             set
             upon
             't
             .
          
           
             The
             Proto-Martyrs
             body
             black
             and
             blew
             ,
             
          
           
             With
             stones
             shall
             shine
             in
             a
             most
             fulgent
             hue
             .
          
           
             Such
             glorious
             dowries
             ,
             
             the
             Saints
             bodyes
             grace
             ,
          
           
             That
             rocks
             and
             hardest
             marble
             must
             give
             place
             .
          
           
             To
             make
             them
             way
             ,
             nor
             can
             they
             suffer
             harme
             ,
          
           
             By
             any
             sword
             manag'd
             by
             th'
             strongest
             arme
             .
             
          
           
             Subject
             to
             woes
             ,
             to
             blowes
             ,
             to
             torments
             here
             ,
          
           
             Senslesse
             of
             woes
             ,
             of
             blowes
             ,
             of
             torments
             there
             .
          
           
             Parch'd
             Afriks
             glory
             (
             borne
             in
             's
             mothers
             eyes
             )
          
           
             (
             An
             happyer
             issue
             of
             her
             holy
             cries
             ,
          
           
             Then
             of
             her
             wombe
             )
             would
             magnifie
             three
             sights
          
           
             Above
             all
             other
             temporall
             delights
             .
             
          
           
             
             To
             see
             our
             Saviour
             in
             that
             flesh
             araid
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             he
             was
             to
             the
             false
             Jewes
             betraid
             ,
          
           
             By
             Gentiles
             crucified
             ,
             rose
             from
             the
             grave
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             death
             did
             Jewes
             and
             Gentiles
             save
             .
          
           
             
             To
             heare
             the
             Doctor
             of
             the
             Gentiles
             
               Paul
               ,
            
          
           
             Either
             in
             the
             Athenian
             judgement
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             From
             th'
             unknowne
             statue
             fit
             occasion
             take
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             auditors
             a
             Sermon
             make
             :
          
           
             Or
             in
             the
             Synagogues
             ,
             instruct
             the
             Jewes
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             whom
             they
             so
             barbarously
             did
             use
             ,
          
           
           
             Naild
             to
             the
             Crosse
             should
             with
             much
             glory
             come
             ,
             
          
           
             To
             give
             all
             Mortals
             an
             impartiall
             doome
             .
          
           
             Or
             else
             before
             the
             Roman
             Presidents
             ,
             
          
           
             Thundring
             Gods
             judgements
             ,
             and
             what
             punishments
          
           
             Attend
             transgressors
             ,
             with
             his
             Rhetorick
             make
          
           
             Affrighted
             
               Faelix
            
             and
             
               Drusilla
            
             quake
             .
          
           
             Then
             what
             a
             glorious
             sight
             wil't
             be
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             Great
             Rome
             in
             all
             her
             former
             Majesty
             ?
          
           
             Or
             in
             
               Augustus
               ,
            
             or
             
               Vespasians
            
             time
             ,
          
           
             Proud
             with
             the
             Trophees
             of
             the
             Easter
             clime
             ?
          
           
             The
             spoiles
             of
             Nations
             
               Caesars
            
             bringing
             forth
          
           
             In
             Ovant
             pompe
             ,
             what
             in
             the
             South
             and
             North
          
           
             Was
             rich
             ,
             and
             glorious
             :
             Souldiers
             crown'd
             with
             Bayes
             ,
          
           
             Ecohoing
             in
             Paeans
             their
             Commanders
             praise
             .
          
           
             Rome
             at
             the
             greatest
             was
             but
             thirty
             miles
          
           
             About
             ;
             had
             for
             its
             houshold-stuffe
             the
             spoiles
          
           
             Of
             the
             whole
             World
             :
             the
             riches
             of
             all
             Realmes
             ,
          
           
             Arabian
             Gums
             ,
             and
             gold
             ,
             Egyptian
             Gems
             .
          
           
             What
             's
             thirty
             miles
             to
             Sions
             amplitude
             ?
          
           
             What
             's
             the
             worlds
             treasure
             to
             Beatitude
             ?
          
           
             We
             speake
             a
             Citie
             ,
             where
             large
             Kingdomes
             are
          
           
             The
             gracefull
             streets
             :
             Rome
             ,
             Babylon
             ,
             Grand
             Caire
             ,
          
           
             But
             simple
             Cottages
             compar'd
             with
             ours
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Pallaces
             ,
             their
             high-Heaven-threatning
             Towers
             ,
          
           
             But
             sties
             for
             swine
             :
             though
             we
             fond
             mortals
             cry
          
           
             'Em
             up
             ,
             not
             knowing
             true
             Felicity
             .
          
           
             Heavenly
             Jerusalem
             with
             jems
             is
             built
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             Wals
             ,
             
             the
             Battlements
             ,
             the
             Turrets
             guilt
             ,
          
           
             The
             streets
             are
             pav'd
             with
             Saphire
             ,
             Ophir
             stones
             ,
          
           
             Berill
             ,
             rich
             Carbuncles
             ,
             and
             Uniones
             ,
          
           
             In
             such
             a
             Citie
             ,
             (
             when
             the
             blest
             soules
             must
             ,
          
           
             Be
             reunited
             to
             their
             wonted
             dust
             ,
          
           
             Compleated
             by
             that
             Union
             )
             the
             Saints
             shall
          
           
             Have
             lordly
             domination
             over
             all
          
           
             The
             World
             ,
             
             and
             seated
             in
             Majestick
             chaires
             ,
          
           
             Judge
             Nations
             ,
             
             heires
             of
             God
             ,
             with
             Christ
             coheires
             .
          
           
             Be
             conversant
             with
             him
             ,
             humbly
             adore
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             kisse
             those
             wounds
             by
             which
             he
             trumph'd
             ore
          
           
             The
             grave
             ,
             and
             Hell
             ;
             acknowledge
             his
             sole
             blood
             .
          
           
             The
             onely
             price
             of
             their
             Beatitude
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             with
             the
             Elders
             every
             Saint
             casts
             downe
          
           
             Prostrate
             at
             Jesus
             feet
             his
             royall
             Crowne
             .
             
          
           
             Not
             onely
             in
             the
             mirrour
             of
             Gods
             minde
             ,
          
           
             You
             shall
             the
             Apostles
             ,
             
               Paul
               ,
               John
               ,
               Peter
            
             finde
             ,
          
           
             But
             all
             the
             Patriarcks
             ,
             Martyrs
             ,
             Doctors
             see
             ,
          
           
             Converse
             ,
             and
             with
             'em
             most
             familiar
             be
             .
          
           
             Heare
             every
             passage
             of
             their
             lives
             and
             deathes
             ,
          
           
             How
             the
             stout
             Martyrs
             purchased
             their
             wreathes
             .
          
           
             Heare
             
               Paul
            
             relate
             through
             what
             Seas
             he
             did
             wade
             ,
          
           
             What
             dangers
             scap't
             ,
             where
             ,
             what
             Orations
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             before
             whom
             ;
             what
             good
             his
             Sermons
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             And
             who
             by
             them
             into
             the
             Church
             were
             brought
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             speakes
             ,
             so
             act
             at
             every
             straine
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             would
             think
             you
             heard
             him
             preach
             againe
             .
          
           
             Your
             understanding
             shall
             be
             lightened
             so
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             the
             severall
             Hierarchies
             shall
             know
             ,
          
           
             See
             perfectly
             what
             now
             ,
             wee
             but
             in
             trust
             ,
          
           
             Take
             up
             ;
             if
             every
             Individuum
             must
          
           
             Bee
             '
             a
             severall
             Species
             by
             it selfe
             ,
             and
             God
          
           
             Must
             needs
             of
             the
             same
             Forme
             create
             an
             od
             ;
          
           
             Suppose
             ,
             if
             two
             of
             the
             same
             forme
             hee
             le
             make
             ,
          
           
             He
             must
             our
             Mother
             ,
             the
             first
             Hyle
             take
             .
          
           
             But
             these
             are
             Nicities
             :
             Your
             principall
          
           
             Happinesse
             is
             God
             ,
             whose
             Vision
             includes
             all
          
           
             May
             satisfie
             .
             What
             's
             done
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             the
             Son
             ,
          
           
             By
             his
             Father
             got
             :
             active
             Spiration
             .
          
           
             How
             these
             embracing
             mutually
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             From
             both
             their
             heats
             ,
             to
             give
             eternall
             fire
          
           
             Its
             Origen
             :
             which
             sent
             by
             them
             shall
             move
             ,
          
           
             In
             such
             a
             circle
             ,
             that
             with
             ardent
             love
          
           
             The
             World
             shall
             burne
             ,
             acknowledging
             a
             Law
             ,
          
           
             That
             shall
             both
             Jewes
             and
             Gentiles
             keep
             in
             awe
             .
          
           
             A
             Law
             not
             of
             sterne
             threats
             and
             fetters
             made
             ,
          
           
             To
             compell
             man
             ;
             but
             gently
             shall
             perswade
             ,
          
           
           
             Attracte
             with
             tyes
             of
             love
             ,
             
             no
             more
             command
             ,
          
           
             Then
             what
             may
             easily
             with
             prastice
             stand
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             well
             observe
             what
             things
             are
             requisite
          
           
             To
             draw
             from
             Scientifique
             arts
             delight
             ,
          
           
             So
             shall
             we
             know
             what
             they
             ,
             and
             how
             much
             pleasure
          
           
             Enjoy
             ,
             who
             purchast
             have
             this
             hidden
             treasure
             .
          
           
             A
             power
             ,
             a
             faculty
             ,
             apt
             to
             conceive
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             from
             proportion'd
             objects
             formes
             receive
             ;
          
           
             And
             knowledge
             ,
             and
             delight
             ,
             compleater
             be
             ,
          
           
             According
             to
             the
             objects
             dignitie
             .
             
          
           
             This
             power
             cognoscitive
             must
             be
             combinde
             ,
          
           
             With
             th'
             object
             ,
             and
             the
             closer
             it
             is
             joynde
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             more
             it
             knowes
             ,
             receives
             the
             more
             content
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             increase
             when
             th'
             object
             's
             excellent
             .
          
           
             Can
             any
             object
             be
             like
             God
             ?
             of
             good
             ,
          
           
             The
             fountaine
             ,
             in
             himselfe
             Beatitude
             .
          
           
             Of
             bounty
             ,
             mercy
             ,
             justice
             ,
             a
             vast
             Ocean
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             every
             vertue
             ,
             every
             single
             notion
          
           
             Speaks
             an
             abysse
             of
             worth
             ;
             where
             sily
             sheepe
          
           
             May
             wade
             ,
             Elephants
             may
             swim
             ▪
             not
             reach
             the
             deep
             .
          
           
             With
             this
             sea
             of
             perfections
             ,
             sea
             of
             good
             ,
          
           
             The
             soul
             's
             so
             joyn'd
             ,
             t
             is
             swallowed
             in
             the
             flood
             .
          
           
             Immerg'd
             so
             deeply
             in
             that
             vast
             abysse
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             it
             one
             ,
             
             and
             the
             same
             spirit
             tis
             .
          
           
             Knowes
             all
             his
             immanent
             acts
             ,
             sees
             all
             respects
             ,
          
           
             Which
             his
             All-potent
             hand
             has
             to
             eff●cts
             .
          
           
             Is
             entred
             to
             all
             Gods
             joyes
             ,
             and
             injoyes
          
           
             Made
             one
             with
             God
             ,
             all
             treasures
             ,
             pleasures
             ,
             joyes
             .
          
           
             Gods
             all
             in
             all
             things
             ,
             
             and
             whom
             he
             unites
          
           
             So
             neerly
             to
             him
             ,
             with
             him
             all
             delights
          
           
             Pertakes
             ;
             nor
             need
             the
             blessed
             journeys
             take
             ,
          
           
             To
             seek
             Beatitude
             ;
             God
             alone
             will
             make
          
           
             Them
             happy
             ,
             having
             in
             himselfe
             all
             store
          
           
             Of
             bounty
             ,
             mercy
             ,
             justice
             ,
             wisedome
             ,
             power
             .
          
           
             And
             such
             an
             object
             how
             must
             it
             distill
             ,
          
           
             Torrents
             of
             pleasures
             on
             the
             ravish'd
             will
             ?
          
           
             How
             shall
             our
             memorie
             ,
             th●●●…
             M●g●zin
             ,
          
           
           
             Of
             all
             Idaeas
             showing
             what
             has
             been
             ,
          
           
             Is
             extant
             ,
             shall
             exist
             before
             us
             lay
          
           
             All
             acts
             from
             the
             Worlds
             cradle
             to
             this
             day
             ?
          
           
             Present
             all
             passages
             through
             our
             life
             run
             ,
          
           
             The
             manie
             favours
             God
             for
             us
             hath
             done
             :
          
           
             The
             many
             dangers
             we
             have
             scapt
             ,
             the
             fights
             ,
          
           
             We
             had
             against
             the
             world
             ,
             the
             flesh
             ,
             the
             slights
          
           
             Of
             Satan
             ,
             how
             God
             aided
             with
             his
             grace
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             us
             Conquerours
             to
             this
             happy
             place
             ,
          
           
             Where
             (
             our
             browes
             circled
             with
             triumphant
             bayes
             )
          
           
             Eternally
             we
             shall
             his
             mercies
             praise
             .
             
          
           
             Then
             we
             surveigh
             the
             worlds
             Chronologie
             ,
          
           
             And
             entring
             in
             Gods
             Cabinet
             councell
             see
             ,
          
           
             Why
             he
             so
             oft
             hath
             suffered
             just
             men
             here
          
           
             To
             be
             opprest
             ,
             the
             wicked
             domineere
             .
          
           
             Plainely
             perceive
             these
             miserable
             times
             ,
          
           
             To
             issue
             from
             the
             deluge
             of
             our
             crimes
             .
          
           
             Our
             bloody
             sins
             have
             made
             so
             loud
             a
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             can
             cure
             us
             but
             Phlebotomie
             .
          
           
             We
             did
             abhor
             the
             very
             name
             of
             Peace
             ,
          
           
             The
             clamour
             of
             the
             Drum
             shall
             never
             cease
             .
          
           
             We
             chase
             Religion
             out
             the
             Land
             ,
             not
             any
          
           
             One
             can
             content
             us
             ,
             now
             we
             have
             too
             many
             .
          
           
             Did
             too
             much
             plenty
             cause
             a
             surquedrie
             ?
          
           
             Famine
             shall
             cure
             it
             ,
             and
             much
             penurie
             .
          
           
             The
             stock
             of
             cattle
             spent
             ,
             a
             barren
             yeare
          
           
             Shall
             Victuals
             make
             ,
             and
             Corne
             excessive
             deare
             .
          
           
             Excises
             shall
             ,
             set
             up
             on
             every
             score
             ,
          
           
             Adde
             to
             the
             famine
             ,
             and
             undoe
             the
             poore
             .
          
           
             Necessity
             caus'd
             taxes
             ,
             the
             same
             Law
             ,
          
           
             Must
             keep
             'em
             up
             to
             keep
             the
             rout
             in
             awe
             .
          
           
             Why
             did
             th'
             ambitious
             Horse
             endure
             the
             bit
             ,
          
           
             To
             chase
             the
             hart
             ,
             then
             would
             be
             free
             from
             it
             ?
          
           
             But
             cann't
             ;
             who
             thrust
             themselves
             into
             a
             yoake
             ,
          
           
             Deserve
             to
             beare
             untill
             their
             backs
             be
             broake
             .
          
           
             The
             Saints
             shall
             see
             why
             God
             permits
             all
             this
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             a
             jot
             be
             troubled
             in
             their
             blisse
             .
          
           
           
             For
             those
             blest
             Citizens
             of
             Sion
             be
             ,
          
           
             As
             well
             from
             trouble
             ,
             as
             from
             sicknesse
             free
             .
          
           
             Nor
             can
             their
             Kin
             ,
             or
             dearest
             friends
             annoy
             ,
          
           
             Though
             knowne
             ,
             diminish
             their
             eternall
             joy
             .
          
           
             For
             mercies
             towards
             themselves
             ,
             to
             God
             they
             owe
             ,
          
           
             And
             praise
             his
             justice
             in
             Delinquents
             woe
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             To
             the
             right
             Honourable
             ,
             Edward
             ,
             Earle
             of
             Dorset
             ,
             Richard
             ,
             Lord
             Buckhurst
             his
             Son
             ,
             and
             my
             truly
             honored
             Friend
             ,
             Doctor
             Samuel
             Turner
             .
          
           
             Sermo
             Nonus
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Argument
               .
            
             
               Man
               labouring
               like
               the
               Spider
               ,
               when
               al
               's
               done
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               but
               a
               simple
               Cobweb
               he
               hath
               spun
               .
            
             
               The
               Epirot
               will
               with
               his
               Armies
               rome
            
             
               Abroad
               ,
               to
               gaine
               what
               he
               injoyes
               at
               home
               .
            
             
               Well
               may
               we
               learne
               of
               the
               industrious
               Ant
               ,
            
             
               To
               gather
               treasures
               'gainst
               the
               time
               of
               want
               .
            
             
               Such
               is
               that
               dreadfull
               day
               when
               all
               soules
               shall
            
             
               In
               publike
               audience
               ,
               give
               account
               of
               all
            
             
               Their
               life
               ▪
               The
               good
               mounting
               in
               heaven
               shall
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               The
               bad
               descend
               downe
               to
               th'
               Abysse
               of
               Hell
               .
            
          
           
             HOw
             does
             the
             Spider
             toile
             ,
             and
             when
             al
             's
             done
          
           
             T
             is
             but
             a
             silly
             cobweb
             shee
             hath
             spun
             :
          
           
             Worth
             nothing
             ,
             of
             no
             durance
             ,
             every
             blast
          
           
             Can
             break
             it
             ,
             with
             a
             dish
             of
             water
             cast
             ,
          
           
             It
             falls
             ;
             or
             
               Joane
            
             when
             shee
             makes
             cleane
             the
             roome
          
           
             Sweeps
             downe
             the
             Cobweb
             ,
             and
             with
             her
             long
             broome
             ,
          
           
             The
             Spider
             kils
             :
             from
             heavens
             embroydered
             hall
             ,
          
           
             The
             Angels
             see
             (
             who
             with
             one
             act
             view
             all
          
           
           
             That
             done
             on
             earth
             ,
             (
             so
             doe
             the
             Devils
             too
             ,
          
           
             And
             crave
             such
             acts
             as
             to
             their
             nature
             due
             .
             )
          
           
             Fond
             men
             with
             the
             laborious
             Spider
             toile
          
           
             By
             day
             and
             night
             are
             troubled
             ,
             keep
             a
             coile
             ,
          
           
             To
             purchase
             Lands
             ,
             and
             Titles
             ,
             and
             all
             done
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             but
             a
             silly
             Cobweb
             they
             have
             spun
             .
          
           
             Your
             goods
             ,
             your
             lands
             ,
             your
             glorious
             titles
             be
             ,
          
           
             Expos'd
             to
             Fortunes
             mutability
             .
          
           
             The
             Senates
             anger
             ,
             or
             a
             Kings
             displeasure
             ,
          
           
             Commands
             your
             liberty
             ,
             life
             ,
             honours
             ,
             treasure
             .
          
           
             How
             many
             Princes
             ,
             mounted
             even
             to
             th'
             top
          
           
             Of
             Fortunes
             wheele
             ,
             have
             falne
             ?
             and
             without
             hope
          
           
             Ever
             to
             rise
             ;
             who
             but
             the
             other
             day
             ,
          
           
             Ore
             many
             Nations
             had
             Monarchicke
             sway
             ?
          
           
             How
             many
             wealthy
             men
             ,
             even
             in
             our
             times
             ,
          
           
             Either
             for
             reall
             or
             supposed
             Crimes
             ,
          
           
             Have
             been
             dispoil'd
             of
             all
             ?
             and
             know
             no
             more
          
           
             Of
             their
             vast
             treasures
             ,
             but
             that
             heretofore
             ,
          
           
             They
             had
             aboundance
             :
             And
             't
             is
             no
             reliefe
             ,
          
           
             To
             have
             been
             happy
             ,
             but
             a
             greater
             griefe
             .
          
           
             So
             rich
             men
             onely
             dreame
             of
             goods
             and
             lands
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             waking
             graspe
             just
             nothing
             in
             their
             hands
             .
          
           
             A
             sicknesse
             soiles
             the
             choisest
             beauties
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Time
             leaves
             his
             furrowes
             in
             the
             smoothest
             face
             .
          
           
             Wast
             not
             a
             frensie
             in
             the
             Epyrot
          
           
             To
             boast
             when
             his
             Victorious
             sword
             had
             got
             ,
          
           
             Great
             Rome
             and
             Italie
             ;
             
             he
             would
             waft
             ore
             ,
          
           
             And
             land
             his
             forces
             on
             the
             Lybick
             shore
             .
          
           
             Africk
             subdu'd
             ,
             hee
             'd
             conquer
             ●●ince
             and
             Spaine
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Asia
             ,
             and
             the
             Easterne
             R●gions
             game
             .
          
           
             The
             sage
             Philosopher
             demanding
             leave
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             does
             the
             haughty
             Pyrrhus
             undeceive
             .
          
           
             
               What
               title
               have
               you
               to
               invade
               these
               lands
               ?
            
             
               'T
               is
               not
               the
               number
               of
               acquirde
               commands
            
             
               Makes
               Monarcks
               potent
               ?
               rather
               such
               are
               weake
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               their
               Conquests
               lawes
               of
               justice
               breake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pyrrhus
               .
            
             
               Doe
               not
               I
               lyneally
               claim●
               my
               descent
               ,
            
          
           
             
               From
               great
               
                 Achilles
                 ,
              
               who
               to
               ●lium
               went
               ?
            
             
             
               And
               
                 Neoptolemus
              
               his
               warlike
               son
               ,
            
             
               Who
               sackt
               the
               Citie
               of
               Laomedon
               .
            
             
               I
               tell
               thee
               
                 Cineas
              
               thy
               friend
               
                 Pyrrhus
              
               springs
            
             
               From
               
                 Alexander
                 ,
              
               and
               Molossian
               Kings
               .
            
             
               Who
               like
               Joves
               thunder
               through
               the
               world
               did
               flie
               .
            
             
               Imp'd
               with
               the
               plumes
               of
               nimble
               Victory
               .
            
             
               And
               of
               the
               East
               a
               speedy
               conquest
               made
               ;
            
             
               And
               had
               there
               been
               more
               worlds
               ,
               my
               Kinsmans
               blade
            
             
               Had
               all
               subdu'd
               .
               From
               great
               
                 Aeacides
                 ,
              
            
             
               My
               mother
               ,
               from
               renowned
               
                 Hercules
              
            
             
               My
               father
               drawes
               his
               stem
               ;
               from
               both
               my
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               excite
               me
               to
               be
               great
               and
               good
               .
            
             
               Feare
               argues
               basenesse
               ,
               Demi-gods
               and
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Are
               borne
               t'
               attempt
               ,
               and
               act
               Heroick
               things
               .
            
             
               Have
               I
               degenerated
               ?
               did
               not
               these
               hands
            
             
               Defeat
               
                 Demetrius
                 ,
              
               and
               his
               bay-crownd
               bands
               ?
            
             
               When
               I
               was
               young
               ,
               whose
               valour
               but
               mine
               owne
            
             
               Worth
               could
               restore
               me
               to
               my
               Fathers
               throne
               ?
            
             
               Here
               
                 Cyneas
              
               smiles
               ,
               and
               pitying
               much
               his
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               (
               Pardon
               first
               beg'd
               ,
               thus
               speakes
               without
               offence
               .
            
             
               I
               st
               not
               a
               folly
               (
               Sir
               )
               to
               vaunt
               of
               blood
               ?
            
             
               When
               such
               are
               onely
               Noble
               ,
               who
               are
               good
               .
            
             
               And
               t
               is
               a
               signe
               of
               small
               inherent
               worth
               ,
            
             
               When
               kin
               and
               cloathes
               are
               urg'd
               to
               set
               us
               forth
               .
            
             
               True
               worth
               and
               vertue
               not
               by
               deed
               of
               gift
            
             
               Or
               birth
               descend
               ,
               but
               we
               must
               make
               a
               shift
            
             
               To
               purchase
               'em
               .
               Such
               are
               more
               noble
               ,
               who
            
             
               (
               First
               )
               raise
               a
               house
               ,
               then
               they
               who
               (
               last
               )
               undoe
               .
            
             
               As
               valiant
               deeds
               ,
               so
               kindred
               then
               are
               best
               ,
            
             
               When
               others
               ,
               not
               our selves
               the
               same
               shall
               test
               .
            
             
               Gaurus
               cures
               any
               sicknesse
               ,
               if
               not
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               Speake
               Gaurus
               ,
               and
               his
               Energie
               is
               maim'd
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               brave
               to
               do
               exployts
               worthy
               the
               Pen
            
             
               Of
               
                 Homer
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Herodotus
                 ,
              
               but
               then
            
             
               Beware
               to
               be
               the
               trumpe
               of
               your
               owne
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Let
               Courts
               and
               Cottages
               your
               trophees
               blaze
               .
            
             
               For
               noble
               vertue
               like
               some
               streame
               that
               's
               deepe
               ,
            
             
               A
               constant
               ,
               but
               a
               silent
               course
               will
               keepe
               .
            
             
             
               When
               shallow
               Riv'lets
               ,
               which
               on
               Pibles
               glide
               ,
            
             
               Make
               louder
               noice
               then
               Seas
               at
               a
               full
               tide
               .
            
             
               Alive
               we
               build
               no
               Monuments
               of
               Fame
               ,
            
             
               To
               our
               owne
               memory
               ,
               but
               leave
               the
               same
            
             
               To
               progenie
               :
               The
               father
               tels
               his
               son
               ,
            
             
               The
               worthy
               acts
               his
               Ancestors
               have
               done
               :
            
             
               So
               we
               acquire
               addition
               to
               our
               glory
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               being
               silent
               others
               speake
               our
               story
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               tell
               me
               (
               Prince
               )
               when
               what
               yo●
               intend
               is
               done
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               have
               conquer'd
               all
               ,
               where
               th'
               humble
               Sun
            
             
               Declines
               ,
               and
               where
               hee
               gloriously
               appeares
               :
            
             
               How
               shall
               we
               spend
               the
               remnant
               of
               our
               yeares
               ?
            
          
           
             
               
                 Pyrrhus
              
               to
               this
               replies
               ,
               Then
               comming
               back
            
             
               To
               our
               native
               Land
               ,
               wee
               le
               free
               from
               cares
               drink
               Sack
               ,
            
             
               Fare
               jovially
               ,
               consume
               the
               dayes
               and
               nights
               ,
            
             
               In
               banquets
               ,
               revellings
               ,
               and
               fresh
               delights
               .
            
             
               Wearied
               with
               sports
               ,
               our
               choisest
               Captive
               Dames
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               set
               our
               bloods
               on
               fire
               ,
               then
               quench
               our
               flames
               .
            
             
               The
               ayre
               ,
               the
               land
               ,
               the
               Ocean
               shall
               conspire
               ,
            
             
               To
               furnish
               us
               with
               what
               we
               two
               desire
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               all
               this
               stir
               ?
               
               why
               must
               we
               goe
               so
               far
               ,
            
             
               Expose
               our selves
               to
               th'
               hazard
               of
               a
               war
               ?
            
             
               Suffer
               the
               heat
               of
               dayes
               ,
               the
               cold
               of
               nights
               ?
            
             
               Such
               Victories
               obtain'd
               enter
               new
               sights
               ?
            
             
               Suppose
               we
               conquer
               Rome
               ,
               Africk
               ,
               Spaine
               ,
               France
               ,
            
             
               In
               Asia
               our
               victorious
               ●lags
               advance
               ,
            
             
               What
               have
               we
               got
               ?
               le
               ts
               cast
               up
               our
               account
               ,
            
             
               To
               how
               much-does
               the
               totall
               summe
               amount
               ?
            
             
               That
               
                 Pyrrhus
              
               and
               his
               
                 Cineas
              
               comming
               back
               ,
            
             
               T●our
               native
               Land
               ▪
               may
               free
               from
               cares
               drink
               Sack
               ,
            
             
               Fare
               jovially
               ,
               consume
               the
               dayes
               and
               nights
               ,
            
             
               In
               banquets
               ,
               revellings
               ,
               and
               fresh
               delights
               .
            
          
           
             But
             cannot
             
               Pyrrhus
            
             and
             his
             
               Cineas
            
             doe
          
           
             All
             this
             in
             Epire
             ?
             why
             should
             we
             run
             through
          
           
             So
             many
             dangers
             ;
             wherefore
             fight
             and
             rome
             ?
          
           
             When
             we
             may
             have
             this
             happinesse
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             O
             foolish
             mortals
             ,
             senslesse
             cares
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             To
             leave
             what
             we
             injoy'd
             at
             home
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
           
             To
             seek
             't
             abroad
             ,
             with
             losse
             of
             limbs
             ,
             and
             lives
             ,
          
           
             Our
             daughters
             rapes
             ,
             deflouring
             of
             our
             Wives
             .
          
           
             Had
             we
             not
             peace
             ?
             what
             have
             we
             got
             by
             wars
             ?
          
           
             But
             undone
             families
             ,
             but
             death
             ,
             but
             fears
             ,
          
           
             (
             The
             tests
             of
             civill
             fights
             )
             with
             English
             gore
          
           
             Wee
             are
             forc'd
             to
             purchase
             what
             we
             had
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             might
             have
             still
             enjoy'd
             ,
             had
             we
             not
             been
          
           
             Selfe-authors
             of
             our
             mischiefs
             ,
             and
             brought
             in
             ,
          
           
             All
             the
             destructive
             plagues
             that
             wait
             upon
          
           
             A
             Common-weale
             rent
             by
             dissention
             .
          
           
             A
             state
             before
             indifferently
             good
             ,
          
           
             Turn'd
             shambles
             ,
             an
             Acheld●●●
             of
             blood
             .
          
           
             And
             slaughterd
             corps
             ;
             't
             is
             t●ue
             ,
             before
             
             w'had
             many
          
           
             Religions
             with
             us
             ,
             now
             we
             scarce
             have
             any
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             must
             be
             deplor'd
             with
             gushing
             teares
             ,
          
           
             Weake
             hopes
             of
             better
             ,
             but
             of
             worse
             strong
             feares
             .
          
           
             Yet
             now
             (
             with
             
               Pyrrhus
               )
            
             we
             have
             conqur'd
             all
             ,
          
           
             Le
             ts
             bury
             strife
             in
             a
             just
             funerall
             .
          
           
             As
             Christians
             ought
             ,
             know
             the
             best
             and
             of
             blowes
          
           
             Is
             clemencie
             ,
             and
             to
             forgive
             our
             foes
             .
          
           
             Such
             moderation
             Cajus
             C●●sar
             made
          
           
             More
             lov'd
             and
             fam'd
             then
             his
             victorius
             blade
             .
          
           
             That
             conquer'd
             
               Caesare
            
             foes
             ;
             but
             mercy
             takes
          
           
             
               Caesar
               ,
            
             and
             of
             himselfe
             a
             conquerour
             makes
             .
          
           
             They
             're
             Wolves
             and
             Bea●●●
             ,
             who
             on
             dead
             ●●lies
             pray
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lyon
             scornes
             a
             prostrate
             foe
             to
             s●●y
             .
          
           
             I
             st
             not
             Gods
             chiefest
             atribute
             to
             show
          
           
             Much
             mercie
             to
             transgressours
             ?
             such
             who
             know
          
           
             To
             pardon
             injuries
             resemble
             God
             ,
          
           
             Who
             more
             delights
             in
             favours
             then
             the
             Rod
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             's
             fury
             does
             a●●wage
             ,
             
          
           
             With
             clemency
             the
             〈…〉
             .
          
           
             So
             when
             his
             doome
             strikes
             our
             first
             parents
             dead
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             Womans
             seed
             shall
             〈…〉
             Serpents
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             world
             is
             swallowed
             up
             in
             waves
             ,
          
           
             Just
             
               Noah
            
             and
             his
             Family
             God
             ●alves
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             a
             future
             Nursery
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             make
             populous
             the
             world
             agen
             .
          
           
           
             Shall
             sins
             against
             our selves
             be
             thought
             almost
             ,
          
           
             As
             great
             as
             sins
             against
             the
             Holy
             Ghost
             ,
          
           
             Ne're
             to
             be
             pardon'd
             ?
             shall
             our
             children
             rue
             ,
          
           
             And
             childrens
             children
             (
             what
             they
             never
             knew
             )
          
           
             Their
             Grandsires
             errors
             ?
             If
             't
             eironeous
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             serve
             ,
             t'
             obey
             ,
             to
             fight
             for
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             Dare
             we
             presume
             we
             have
             a
             Deitie
             ,
          
           
             In
             us
             to
             cast
             on
             faults
             infinitie
             ▪
          
           
             Are
             we
             not
             mortall
             men
             ?
             and
             shall
             we
             beare
          
           
             Immortall
             enmities
             ?
             Will
             we
             not
             feare
             ,
          
           
             Like
             retributions
             at
             Gods
             hands
             ?
             Can
             we
          
           
             For
             sins
             against
             that
             supreame
             Majesty
             .
             
          
           
             Done
             by
             us
             vermine
             ,
             who
             to
             God
             compar'd
          
           
             Are
             nothing
             ,
             hope
             by
             th'
             same
             God
             to
             be
             heard
             ,
          
           
             When
             we
             forgivenesse
             aske
             for
             Talents
             ought
             ,
          
           
             Our selves
             forgiving
             not
             a
             petty
             fault
             ?
             
          
           
             Will
             nothing
             satisfie
             ?
             but
             deaths
             ,
             but
             bands
             ,
          
           
             But
             sequestrations
             of
             mens
             goods
             and
             lands
             ,
             
          
           
             Will
             we
             not
             feare
             ?
             will
             we
             not
             stand
             in
             awe
             ,
          
           
             Of
             the
             like
             recompence
             ?
             or
             Talions
             Law
             ?
          
           
             How
             did
             we
             handle
             
               Strafford
               ?
            
             how
             grave
             
               Laud
               ?
            
          
           
             We
             made
             a
             rod
             for
             them
             ;
             now
             the
             same
             rod
             ,
          
           
             Scourges
             our selves
             ,
             as
             our
             owne
             Souldiers
             plead
             ,
          
           
             They
             trace
             our
             steps
             ,
             who
             first
             this
             dance
             dar'st
             lead
             .
          
           
             How
             doe
             the
             Angels
             smile
             to
             see
             poore
             Ants
             ,
          
           
             More
             wise
             then
             the
             worlds
             chiefe
             inhabitants
             ;
          
           
             They
             toyle
             ,
             they
             labour
             ,
             gather
             here
             and
             there
             ,
          
           
             To
             hoard
             up
             graine
             against
             the
             following
             yeare
             :
          
           
             When
             they
             are
             sure
             by
             winters
             frosts
             and
             raines
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             besieg'd
             ,
             therefore
             take
             all
             this
             paines
             ,
          
           
             To
             fortifie
             their
             hold
             ;
             but
             man
             that
             knowes
             ,
          
           
             Not
             whether
             in
             the
             Sabboth
             ,
             of
             the
             snowes
          
           
             Of
             winter
             ,
             
             he
             shall
             take
             his
             flight
             ;
             (
             both
             times
             ,
          
           
             Unfit
             to
             travell
             into
             distant
             climes
             )
          
           
             Provides
             not
             for
             his
             journie
             ,
             scarce
             demands
             ,
          
           
             What
             come
             goes
             currant
             in
             remoter
             Lands
             .
          
           
             Sound
             faith
             ,
             firme
             hope
             love
             ,
             hospitality
             ,
          
           
             Patience
             in
             trouble
             ,
             meeknesse
             ,
             piety
             .
          
           
           
             These
             when
             our
             soule
             does
             the
             fraile
             body
             leave
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             in
             eternall
             mansions
             it
             receive
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             we
             all
             by
             th'
             Angels
             summond
             must
          
           
             Be
             reunited
             to
             our
             wonted
             dust
             ,
          
           
             And
             Christ
             appeare
             in
             his
             majestick
             state
          
           
             Of
             glory
             ,
             in
             the
             vale
             of
             
               Josaphat
               ;
            
          
           
             Myriads
             of
             Angels
             waiting
             on
             their
             prince
             ,
          
           
             (
             All
             of
             the
             Judges
             verdict
             in
             suspence
             .
             )
          
           
             These
             shall
             conduct
             you
             up
             to
             Christs
             right
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Where
             without
             dread
             securely
             you
             shall
             stand
             ,
          
           
             And
             see
             the
             Book
             of
             Consciences
             laid
             ope
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             our
             actions
             done
             under
             the
             Cope
          
           
             Of
             heaven
             made
             knowne
             ,
             then
             heare
             the
             Judges
             votes
             ,
          
           
             Remunerating
             Sheepe
             ,
             condemning
             Goates
             .
          
           
             
               Ingratefull
               wretches
               why
               have
               you
               misus'd
               ,
            
             
               Those
               treasures
               I
               have
               given
               you
               ,
               why
               abusde
               ?
            
             
               Your
               stewardship
               ,
               not
               knowing
               ,
               or
               not
               caring
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               to
               thousand
               others
               have
               been
               sparing
               ,
            
             
               To
               you
               most
               bountifull
               ?
               your
               labours
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Your
               sheep
               ,
               your
               oxen
               ,
               and
               your
               stock●
               increast
               ;
            
             
               Your
               eares
               of
               corne
               yielding
               a
               hundreth
               fold
               ,
            
             
               Your
               Ships
               returnd
               loaded
               with
               spice
               and
               gold
               .
            
             
               And
               why
               all
               this
               ?
               that
               your
               superfluous
               store
               ,
            
             
               Should
               finde
               out
               ,
               pity
               ,
               and
               relieve
               the
               poore
               .
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               needy
               distribute
               your
               pelfe
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               esteem'd
               my
               Brethren
               :
               more
               ,
               my selfe
               .
            
             
               But
               your
               boards
               furnish'd
               with
               choise
               Kates
               and
               Wines
               ,
            
             
               Distressed
               
                 Lazarus
              
               at
               your
               threshold
               pines
               .
            
             
               You
               strut
               in
               silks
               and
               purple
               ,
               
                 Lazarus
              
               begs
            
             
               Your
               crums
               to
               satisfie
               his
               hunger
               ,
               rags
               ▪
            
             
               To
               cloth
               his
               nakednesse
               ,
               bind
               up
               his
               wounds
               ,
            
             
               But
               finds
               more
               mercifull
               then
               you
               ,
               your
               Hounds
               .
            
             
               You
               cruell
               men
               ,
               what
               pleasure
               did
               you
               take
               ?
            
             
               When
               you
               could
               severall
               Goales
               and
               Prisons
               ma●●
               ;
            
             
               To
               torture
               poore
               offendors
               ;
               as
               if
               God
               ,
            
             
               Had
               not
               for
               you
               as
               well
               a
               scourging
               rod
               ,
            
             
               As
               them
               :
               did
               ever
               your
               superfluous
               sto●e
               ,
            
             
               Comfort
               a
               prisoner
               ,
               or
               relieve
               the
               poore
               ?
            
             
             
               How
               many
               starv'd
               in
               prisons
               thither
               sent
               ,
            
             
               Even
               for
               no
               crimes
               ,
               at
               your
               commandement
               ?
            
             
               And
               being
               petition'd
               for
               poore
               men
               in
               clogs
               ,
            
             
               You
               cryde
               out
               ,
               let
               'em
               famish
               ,
               hang
               'em
               dogs
               .
            
             
               Thus
               you
               your
               Christian
               brethren
               did
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               or
               they
               ,
               or
               rather
               you
               were
               Jewes
               ;
            
             
               Put
               in
               authority
               ,
               you
               so
               did
               beare
               ,
            
             
               With
               cruelty
               your
               state
               ,
               as
               if
               you
               were
               ,
            
             
               Not
               as
               are
               other
               men
               ,
               but
               Wolves
               or
               Fiends
               ,
            
             
               Still
               sacking
               blood
               for
               private
               splens
               ,
               eand
               ends
               .
            
             
               Deafe
               to
               laments
               of
               others
               ,
               with
               false
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Detractions
               ,
               slanders
               ,
               feares
               ,
               and
               jealousies
               ,
            
             
               Cozoning
               the
               world
               ;
               making
               the
               multitude
               ,
            
             
               Your
               instruments
               in
               shedding
               guiltlesse
               blood
               .
            
             
               So
               at
               the
               Priests
               command
               ,
               the
               rabble
               cride
            
             
               When
               I
               was
               judg'd
               ,
               Let
               him
               be
               Crucifi'd
               .
            
             
               When
               help'd
               you
               widowes
               ,
               and
               the
               fatherlesse
               ?
            
             
               When
               gave
               you
               lodging
               to
               the
               harbourlesse
               ?
            
             
               Wretches
               pack
               hence
               to
               ●ubtenanean
               vaults
               ,
            
             
               Prepared
               for
               the
               Devils
               and
               their
               faults
               .
            
          
           
             This
             sentence
             given
             ;
             with
             flashes
             ,
             and
             with
             thunder
             .
          
           
             The
             yauning
             earth
             shall
             forthwith
             rive
             a sunder
             ,
          
           
             And
             swallowing
             in
             her
             jawes
             ,
             conveigh
             to
             Hell
          
           
             The
             damn'd
             ,
             who
             there
             eternally
             shall
             yell
             .
          
           
             And
             waile
             in
             flames
             their
             most
             accursed
             state
             ,
          
           
             With
             Devils
             whom
             they
             here
             did
             imitate
             .
          
           
             Christ
             gently
             turning
             toward's
             the
             elect
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             Speakes
             mildly
             ,
             but
             with
             a
             Majestick
             grace
             .
          
           
             
               You
               blessed
               of
               my
               Father
               ,
               come
               ,
               pertake
            
             
               That
               kingdome
               ,
               and
               those
               joyes
               which
               for
               your
               sake
               .
            
             
               When
               the
               foundation
               of
               the
               world
               was
               layd
               ,
            
             
               By
               God
               predestinated
               were
               and
               made
               ;
            
             
               For
               when
               my
               members
               beg'd
               from
               dore
               to
               dore
               ,
            
             
               You
               gently
               did
               support
               them
               with
               your
               store
               :
            
             
               When
               hungry
               ,
               fed
               'em
               ,
               thirsty
               ,
               gave
               'em
               drinke
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               were
               you
               frighted
               with
               the
               loath●ome
               stinke
            
             
               Of
               cut-throat
               Goales
               ,
               but
               when
               they
               lay
               in
               gives
            
             
               Your
               supreme
               charitie
               ,
               preserv'd
               their
               lives
               ;
            
             
             
               When
               they
               were
               sick
               you
               ministred
               unto
               'em
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               were
               wounded
               ,
               and
               the
               Priest
               not
               knew
               'em
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Levite
               ,
               you
               like
               the
               true
               Samarite
               ,
            
             
               Taking
               compassion
               from
               your
               Horse
               did
               lite
               ,
            
             
               Bound
               up
               their
               wounds
               ,
               and
               brought
               'em
               to
               an
               Inne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               you
               had
               made
               an
               ample
               Magazin
            
             
               Of
               Chirurgerie
               for
               the
               sick
               ,
               and
               with
               much
               pity
               ,
            
             
               Erected
               Hospitals
               in
               every
               City
               .
            
             
               And
               you
               who
               for
               profession
               of
               my
               word
               ,
            
             
               And
               Church
               ,
               and
               faith
               ,
               dreaded
               nor
               fire
               ,
               nor
               sword
               ;
            
             
               Couragiously
               shedding
               your
               noble
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Have
               swum
               with
               Israel
               through
               a
               crimson
               flood
               .
            
             
               You
               sowed
               my
               Gospels
               seed
               the
               whole
               world
               ore
               ,
            
             
               And
               rain'd
               on
               it
               your
               owne
               fructiferous
               gore
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               it
               grow
               ;
               
               and
               deem'd
               it
               your
               chiefe
               fame
               ,
            
             
               To
               suffer
               ignominy
               for
               my
               Name
               .
            
             
               You
               wept
               when
               you
               went
               forth
               to
               sow
               this
               seed
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               now
               with
               joy
               you
               shall
               receive
               your
               meed
               :
            
             
               Bringing
               along
               with
               you
               those
               soules
               to
               Heaven
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               you
               faith
               have
               and
               salvation
               given
               .
            
             
               You
               learned
               Doctors
               dect
               with
               virdant
               bayes
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               issue
               forth
               as
               the
               fresh
               more
               your
               raies
               .
               
            
             
               You
               guided
               others
               in
               the
               way
               of
               right
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               shall
               shine
               as
               stars
               th'
               gloomy
               night
               .
            
          
           
             This
             speech
             being
             ended
             with
             triumphant
             cries
             ,
          
           
             The
             judge
             ,
             th'
             Angels
             ,
             the
             Saints
             ascend
             the
             skies
             .
          
           
             All
             Roman
             triumphs
             were
             but
             silly
             toyes
             ,
          
           
             Or
             rather
             gaudy
             feastings
             of
             Schoole-boyes
             ,
          
           
             Compar'd
             to
             this
             ,
             where
             Christ
             the
             King
             of
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             With
             him
             his
             captives
             ,
             yet
             all
             conquerors
             brings
             ,
          
           
             Into
             the
             eternall
             Citie
             .
             (
             All
             had
             bin
             ,
          
           
             Made
             slaves
             to
             death
             ,
             and
             Hell
             ,
             and
             both
             by
             sin
             ;
             )
          
           
             (
             They
             were
             enfranchiz'd
             by
             his
             precious
             blood
             ,
          
           
             On
             Golgoth
             shed
             ,
             from
             this
             base
             servitude
             .
          
           
             And
             fighting
             battailes
             of
             the
             God
             of
             hosts
             ,
          
           
             Subdu'd
             the
             world
             ,
             the
             flesh
             ,
             infernall
             Ghosts
             .
             )
          
           
             For
             though
             the
             blessed
             Saints
             shall
             alwayes
             play
             ,
          
           
             (
             Their
             life
             being
             one
             continued
             Holie-day
             .
             )
          
           
             Yet
             shall
             their
             first
             ascent
             more
             glorious
             be
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             solemniz'd
             with
             more
             festivitie
             .
          
           
             The
             Hierarchies
             of
             Angels
             will
             attend
             ,
          
           
             And
             entertaine
             obsequiously
             their
             friend
             ,
          
           
             And
             fellow-sharer
             Man
             ,
             leading
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             they
             mount
             ,
             sing
             hymns
             ,
             and
             sweetly
             play
             .
          
           
             What
             a
             magnifique
             spectacle
             shal't
             be
             ?
          
           
             To
             behold
             every
             distinct
             Hierarchie
             ,
          
           
             March
             in
             array
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             went
             to
             win
          
           
             A
             battaile
             ,
             or
             some
             Citadel
             take
             in
             .
          
           
             These
             Squadrons
             marching
             :
             of
             hiacinthine
             clouds
             ,
          
           
             A
             stately
             Chariot
             made
             great
             Jesus
             shrowdes
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             his
             grandeure
             is
             ,
             his
             beautie
             such
             ,
          
           
             Angels
             of
             viewing
             him
             have
             nere
             too
             much
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             the
             glory
             of
             his
             soule
             ,
             (
             which
             he
          
           
             Injoy'd
             even
             in
             this
             vaile
             of
             misery
             )
          
           
             Reflecting
             on
             his
             comely
             face
             a
             light
             ,
             
          
           
             Shall
             make
             it
             then
             the
             Sun
             (
             at
             Noone
             )
             more
             bright
             .
          
           
             The
             Angels
             gone
             before
             ,
             the
             Saints
             shall
             follow
             ,
          
           
             And
             Epinician
             acclamations
             hollow
             .
          
           
             Apostles
             ,
             Martyrs
             ,
             (
             their
             fronts
             crown'd
             with
             bayes
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             blithly
             chaunt
             their
             grand
             Commanders
             praise
             .
          
           
             The
             Patriarcks
             ,
             Prophets
             ,
             Doctors
             ,
             Maides
             conspire
             ,
          
           
             With
             choisest
             voyces
             to
             make
             up
             the
             Quire
             .
          
           
             Roses
             at
             every
             passage
             ,
             as
             they
             goe
             ,
          
           
             And
             Violets
             on
             Jesus
             head
             they
             throw
             :
          
           
             As
             if
             the
             welkin
             now
             turn'd
             Aprill
             Spring
             ,
          
           
             Would
             pay
             the
             latest
             tribute
             to
             its
             King
             .
          
           
             The
             Airie
             Regions
             eccho
             in
             the
             cares
             ,
          
           
             Of
             our
             Musicians
             ,
             what
             th'
             harmonious
             Spheres
          
           
             Sweetly
             deliver
             ;
             melodie
             of
             Lutes
             ,
          
           
             Viols
             ,
             
             Theorbos
             ,
             Clarions
             ,
             Triumpets
             ,
             Flutes
             .
          
           
             This
             glorious
             sight
             so
             wondrously
             shall
             scare
             ,
          
           
             The
             Sun
             ,
             the
             Moone
             ,
             and
             every
             lesser
             Star
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             the
             glittering
             Tapers
             ,
             which
             cause
             day
          
           
             And
             night
             ,
             amaz'd
             perpetually
             shall
             stay
          
           
             In
             the
             same
             Zenith
             ;
             no
             more
             shoot
             their
             beames
             ,
          
           
             By
             winding
             motions
             of
             their
             Orbed
             Temes
             .
             
          
           
             Hoping
             (
             although
             such
             hopes
             will
             be
             in
             vaine
             ,
             )
          
           
             They
             shall
             be●ld
             the
             ●elfe
             same
             show
             againe
             .
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           To
           the
           truly
           Noble
           ,
           and
           Virtuous
           Lady
           ,
           Honoria
           ,
           Marchionesse
           of
           Winchester
           .
        
         
           In
           Sermonem
           Quintum
           .
        
         
           WHy
           did
           God
           labour
           when
           he
           made
           the
           Court
        
         
           Of
           Heaven
           so
           glorious
           ?
           wherefore
           in
           such
           sort
        
         
           Did
           he
           adorne
           it
           ?
           wherefore
           take
           a
           mold
           ,
        
         
           Better
           then
           this
           terrestriall
           we
           behold
           ,
        
         
           For
           the
           Materiall
           ?
           furnish
           it
           with
           light
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           scattered
           Tapers
           of
           the
           night
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           eternall
           Torch
           the
           Sun
           ?
           let
           's
           breake
        
         
           Into
           Gods
           Cabinet
           councell
           ,
           and
           then
           speake
        
         
           Freely
           our
           sense
           .
           He
           meant
           a
           house
           to
           make
           ,
        
         
           For
           th'
           Angels
           and
           blest
           Saints
           ,
           and
           for
           their
           sake
           ,
        
         
           Mansions
           prepare
           with
           all
           magnificence
           ,
        
         
           To
           please
           the
           eye
           ,
           and
           pleasure
           every
           sense
           .
        
         
           And
           may
           we
           not
           imagine
           that
           God
           aym'd
        
         
           At
           the
           same
           end
           ?
           when
           with
           such
           Art
           he
           fram'd
           ,
        
         
           Your
           beautious
           selfe
           ,
           proportion'd
           limbs
           ,
           a
           face
        
         
           Most
           amiable
           ,
           and
           a
           peculiar
           grace
           ,
        
         
           In
           all
           your
           actions
           .
           Did
           God
           idely
           take
        
         
           Such
           paines
           in
           the
           composure
           ?
           No
           ;
           hee
           'd
           make
        
         
           A
           curious
           Palace
           for
           a
           spirit
           divine
           ,
        
         
           Which
           seriously
           should
           emulate
           the
           Nine
        
         
           Orders
           of
           Angels
           ,
           and
           as
           they
           doe
           move
           ,
        
         
           In
           the
           same
           Orbe
           of
           a
           Seraphick
           Love
           .
        
         
           A
           sumptuous
           Court
           to
           entertaine
           a
           Soule
           ,
        
         
           That
           mounting
           to
           its
           Centre
           ,
           should
           controule
           ,
        
         
           Terrene
           affections
           :
           As
           you
           firmely
           stand
           ,
        
         
           When
           Apostatick
           Scenes
           through
           the
           whole
           Land
           ,
        
         
           Are
           dayly
           acted
           ;
           and
           i
           th'
           gloomie
           night
           ,
        
         
           Of
           more
           then
           D●cian
           Tempests
           shine
           more
           bright
           .
        
         
           (
           Though
           
             Noahs
          
           streames
           to
           th'
           multitude
           prov'd
           graves
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           like
           his
           Arke
           ,
           You
           're
           raisde
           to
           Heaven
           by
           waves
           .
           )
        
         
           And
           we
           dare
           say
           ,
           not
           idolizing
           You
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           flattering
           ,
           but
           with
           confidence
           what
           's
           true
           ,
        
         
           GOD
           fram'd
           your
           specious
           Outside
           ,
           and
           ordain'd
           ,
        
         
           A
           fa●●er
           Soule
           should
           in't
           be
           entertain'd
           .
        
         
           Which
           guiding
           for
           a
           while
           ,
           that
           ordred
           Sphere
           ,
        
         
           Should
           afterwards
           ascendto
           Heaven
           ,
           and
           there
           ,
        
         
           Fixt
           a
           bright
           Constellation
           with
           your
           ●ayes
           ,
        
         
           Direct
           our
           Ladies
           in
           their
           nobler
           wayes
           .
        
         
           
             J
             :
             A
             :
             R.
             
          
        
         
      
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A75925e-1580
           
             Cant.
             4.
             
          
           
             St.
             Aug.
             
          
           
             2
             Pet.
             3.
             
          
           
             Prov.
             25.
             
          
           
             4
             Reg.
             5.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             15.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             1.
             
          
           
             Psal.
             14●
             .
          
           
             St.
             Austin
             .
             lib.
             de
             Doct.
             Christiana
             .
          
           
             Seneca
             .
          
           
             St.
             August
             .
             Laudantur
             ubi
             non
             sunt
             cruciantur
             ubi
             sunt
             .
          
           
             Sap.
             4.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             13.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             5.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             27.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             23.
             
          
           
             Heb.
             9.
             
          
           
             Num.
             17.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             23.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             7.
             
          
           
             2
             C●●on
             3●
             .
          
           
             Jer
             19.
             
          
           
             S●pn
             .
          
           
             Ps.
             119.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             18.
             
          
           
             Ib.
             3.
             
          
           
             Theodectes
             a
             Tragike
             Poet
             .
          
           
             Aristaeas
             one
             of
             the
             ●2
             Translators
             .
          
           
             A
             description
             of
             God
             .
          
           
             GODS
             Immensity
             .
          
           
             Immutability
             .
          
           
             Omnipotency
             .
          
           
             Divine
             Providence
             .
          
           
             Dan.
             5.
             
          
           
             Jo●.
          
           
             S●p
             .
             8.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             l.
             7.
             
          
           
             Jer.
             11.
             
          
           
             Reg.
             19.
             10.
             
          
           
             Nehem.
             
          
           
             Esdras
             .
          
           
             Philip
             2.
             
          
           
             Eccles.
             10.
             
          
           
             Reg.
             4.
             
          
           
             Edward
             .
             3.
             
          
           
             Henry
             .
             5.
             
          
           
             Henry
             6.
             
          
           
             Ecclesiastes
             .
             10.
             
          
           
             Jud.
             8.
             
          
           
             The
             Beatificall
             Vision
             .
          
           
             GODS
             Eternity
             .
          
           
             Gen.
             1.
             
          
           
             Esay
             .
             66.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             5.
             
          
           
             Luke
             11.
             
          
           
             S.
             Ambrose
             .
          
           
             Psal.
             109.
             
          
           
             S.
             Th.
             1.
             p
             q.
             32.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Apoc.
             4.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             1.
             
          
           
             2.
             Reg.
             5.
             14.
             
          
           
             Ephes.
             6.
             
          
           
             Aug.
             de
             Civit.
             
             Dei
             ,
             lib.
             14.
             cap.
             3.
             
          
           
             Psal.
             3.
             
          
           
             Iob
             4.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             1
             Sam.
             14.
             
          
           
             Ezech.
             31.
             
          
           
             Iob
             40.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             12.
             
          
           
             In
             what
             manner
             the
             good
             and
             bad
             Angels
             fought
             in
             heaven
             .
          
           
             How
             the
             Angels
             expresse
             themselves
             one
             to
             another
             .
          
           
             ●
             Ephes.
             6.
             
          
           
             1
             Reg.
             17.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             20.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             12.
             
          
           
             Perei
             in
             D●n
             .
          
           
             Haee
             omnium
             Doctorum
             opinio
             est
             ,
             quod
             Aeer
             iste
             ,
             qui
             Cae●um
             ,
             &
             terram
             medius
             dividens
             ,
             inane
             Vocatur
             ,
             plenus
             sit
             contrari●●
             fertitudinibus
             .
          
           
             S.
             Hierom
             in
             Cap.
             6.
             
             Ep.
             ad
             Eph.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             23.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             23.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             2.
             
          
           
             Jud.
             2.
             
          
           
             Psa.
             79.
             
          
           
             Act.
             ●p
             .
             16.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             1.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             1.
             
             Pugnavtrunt
             Contra
             me
             Filij
             ma●ris
             m●●
             .
          
           
             Psal.
             109.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             12.
             
             〈◊〉
             .
             21.
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             Ep.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             49
             
          
           
             Psal.
             69.
             109.
             
          
           
             3
             Reg.
             11.
             
          
           
             Iud.
             16
             
          
           
             Epiph.
             in
             vitis
             Prop●●tar
             .
          
           
             3
             Reg.
             11.
             
          
           
             Iesus
             .
             praef.
             lib.
             1.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             1.
             
          
           
             Iob
             3.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             2.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Herodo●
             .
          
           
             A
             Tyrant
             .
          
           
             Aristocracie
             .
          
           
             Democracie
             .
          
           
             Psal
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             21.
             
          
           
             Tob.
             13.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Ibid.
             19.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             14.
             
          
           
             The
             Hierarchie
             of
             Angels
             .
          
           
             Epist.
             Iud.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             1.
             
          
           
             Eph.
             5.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             ●1
             .
          
           
             4.
             Reg.
             Ch.
             19.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             18.
             
          
           
             Esther
             .
             1.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             14.
             
          
           
             Ioh.
             
          
           
             Rom.
             9.
             
          
           
             Luc.
             11.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             7.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             21.
             
          
           
             Ibid.
             
          
           
             ●
             Cor.
             15.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             21
             ,
          
           
             
               Aventinus
               de
               Bello
               Turcico
               .
            
             George
             Abbot
             Archbish
             Ca●
             .
             in
             his
             description
             of
             the
             World
             .
          
           
             Matth.
             18.
             
          
           
             Dan.
             10.
             
          
           
             Ps.
             81.
             
          
           
             Zach.
             2.
             
          
           
             Reg.
             2.
             cap.
             16.
             ib.
             17.
             
          
           
             Ibid.
             19.
             
          
           
             Reg.
             3.
             cap.
             2.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             7.
             
          
           
             Galat.
             4.
             
          
           
             Aristot
             .
             Ethic.
             
          
           
             Valerius
             Maximus
             .
          
           
             1
             Reg.
             10.
             11.
             
          
           
             Prov.
             
          
           
             Eccles.
          
           
             3
             Reg.
             
          
           
             Cant.
             
          
           
             Psal.
             44.
             
          
           
             3
             Reg.
             
          
           
             R.
             3.
             c.
             9.
             
          
           
             Lyra
             ib.
          
           
             Psal.
             44.
             
          
           
             3
             Reg.
             10.
             
          
           
             3
             Reg.
             
          
           
             Eccles.
             3.
             
          
           
             Eccles.
             2.
             
          
           
             Osea
             .
             5.
             
          
           
             Reg.
             1.
             18.
             
          
           
             Matth
             6.
             
          
           
             Eccles.
             1.
             
          
           
             Torrente
             vo●uptatis
             tuae
             potasti
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Psal.
             35.
             
          
           
             Ephes.
             4.
             
          
           
             The
             dowries
             of
             a
             glorified
             body
             .
          
           
             Agility
             .
          
           
             Claritie
             .
          
           
             Act
             .
          
           
             2
             Cor.
             11.
             
          
           
             Act.
             7.
             
          
           
             Subtilitie
             .
          
           
             Impassibility
             
          
           
             S.
             
               Aug.
            
          
           
             Act.
             17.
             
          
           
             Act.
             13
             14.
             &c.
             23.
             
          
           
             Act.
             24.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             21.
             
          
           
             Tob.
             13.
             
          
           
             Sap.
             3.
             
          
           
             Rom.
             8.
             
          
           
             Apoc.
             
          
           
             Zach.
             
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             6.
             
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             15.
             
          
           
             Psal.
          
           
             Psal.
             76.
             
          
           
             Plutarch
             in
             vita
             Pyrrhi
             .
          
           
             Cineas
             .
          
           
             Habac.
             3.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3.
             
          
           
             Psal.
          
           
             Matth.
             18.
             
          
           
             The
             Armies
             remonstrance
             concerning
             the
             impeachment
             ,
             and
             suspending
             of
             the
             eleven
             Members
             .
          
           
             Matth.
             24.
             
          
           
             Acts
             5.
             
          
           
             Psal.
             125.
             
          
           
             Dan.
             ●2
             .
          
           
             1
             Pet.
             1.
             
          
           
             The
             condition
             of
             this
             World
             after
             the
             day
             of
             judgement
             .
          
           
             Ap●r
             .
             1●
             .
          
        
      
      
  

