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         Ross, Alexander, 1591-1654.
      
       
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             Mel heliconium, or, Poeticall honey gathered out of the weeds of Parnassus divided into VII chapters according to the first VII letters of the alphabet : containing XLVIII fictions, out of which are extracted many historicall, naturall, morall, politicall and by Alexander Rosse ...
             Ross, Alexander, 1591-1654.
          
           [8], 176 p.
           
             Printed by L.N. and J.F. for William Leak ...,
             London :
             1642.
          
           
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           Mythology, Classical.
        
      
    
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           Mel
           Heliconium
           :
           
             OR
             ,
          
           POETICALL
           HONEY
           ,
           Gathered
           out
           of
           the
           weeds
           of
           
             Parnassus
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             first
             Book
             :
          
           Divided
           into
           VII
           .
           Chapters
           ,
           according
           to
           the
           first
           VII
           .
           Letters
           of
           the
           Alphabet
           :
           Containing
           XLVIII
           .
           FICTIONS
           ,
           Out
           of
           which
           are
           extracted
           many
           Historicall
           ,
           Naturall
           ,
           Morall
           ,
           Politicall
           ,
           and
           Theologicall
           Observations
           ,
           both
           delightfull
           and
           usefull
           :
           With
           XLVIII
           .
           MEDITATIONS
           in
           VERSE
           ;
           By
           
             ALEXANDER
             ROSSE
          
           His
           MAIESTIES
           Chaplein
           in
           Ordinary
           .
        
         
           
             HORAT.
          
           Lib.
           4
           Ode
           2.
           
        
         
           
             Ego
             apis
             Matinae
          
           
             More
             modoque
             ,
          
           
             Grata
             carpentis
             thyma
             per
             laborem
          
           
             Plurimum
             ,
             circum
             nemus
             ,
             uvidique
          
           
             Tiburis
             ripas
             ,
             operosa
             parvus
             ,
          
           
             Carmina
             fingo
             .
          
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ,
          
           Printed
           by
           
             L.
             N.
          
           and
           
             I.
             F.
          
           for
           
             William
             Leak
             ,
          
           and
           are
           to
           be
           sold
           at
           his
           shop
           in
           
             Chancery-lane
             ,
          
           near
           unto
           the
           
             Rolls
             ,
          
           1642.
           
        
      
       
       
       
         
           TO
           THE
           RIGHT
           HONOURABLE
           WILLIAM
           Marquesse
           of
           
             Hartford
             ,
          
           Lord
           Governour
           to
           the
           PRINCE
           His
           Highnesse
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             LORD
             :
          
        
         
           THe
           duty
           of
           affection
           which
           I
           beare
           to
           the
           memory
           of
           your
           Honourable
           Grand-father
           ,
           the
           true
           
             Maecenas
          
           of
           my
           young
           
             Muses
          
           whilst
           he
           lived
           ;
           the
           knowledge
           which
           I
           have
           of
           your
           eminent
           worth
           ,
           both
           for
           learning
           ,
           religion
           ,
           and
           courtesie
           ,
           your
           good
           opinion
           and
           kind
           usage
           of
           me
           ,
           still
           ,
           when
           I
           had
           the
           happinesse
           to
           see
           you
           ,
           have
           imboldned
           me
           to
           grace
           the
           frontispice
           of
           this
           begun
           worke
           ,
           with
           your
           Honourable
           name
           ,
           it
           is
           the
           fruit
           of
           some
           sequestred
           houres
           from
           my
           Divinity
           exercises
           ,
           it
           hath
           lyen
           long
           neglected
           among
           my
           other
           
           papers
           ,
           but
           by
           the
           importunity
           of
           some
           worthy
           friends
           ,
           drawn
           out
           at
           last
           unto
           the
           light
           ;
           here
           may
           be
           seen
           what
           use
           can
           be
           made
           of
           poeticall
           fictions
           :
           The
           spoiles
           of
           Aegyptians
           ,
           and
           a
           Babylonish
           garment
           ,
           may
           be
           serviceable
           for
           the
           Tabernacle
           .
           Accept
           this
           small
           present
           as
           a
           pledge
           and
           testimony
           of
           that
           duty
           and
           service
           which
           I
           owe
           to
           your self
           ,
           and
           honourable
           Family
           ,
           to
           whom
           I
           wish
           all
           increase
           of
           true
           happinesse
           ,
           which
           still
           shall
           be
           the
           prayer
           of
        
         
           
             Your
             Honours
             in
             all
             duty
             and
             service
             devoted
             ,
             ALEXANDER
             ROSSE
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           
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               .
            
          
        
      
       
       
       
         
           A
           CATALOGUE
           OF
           THE
           Poeticall
           Fictions
           handled
           in
           this
           Book
           .
        
         
           
             A.
             
          
           
             AChelous
             :
             
               fol.
            
             1.
             
          
           
             Actaeon
             :
             2.
             
          
           
             Adonis
             :
             3.
             
          
           
             Admetus
             :
             6.
             
          
           
             Aeacus
             ,
             Minos
             ,
             Rhadamanthus
             :
             7.
             
          
           
             Aegeon
             :
             9.
             
          
           
             Aenaeas
             :
             11.
             
          
           
             Aeolus
             :
             14.
             
          
           
             Aesculapius
             :
             16.
             
          
           
             Alphaeus
             :
             19.
             
          
           
             Amphion
             :
             21.
             
          
           
             Antaeus
             :
             23.
             
          
           
             Apollo
             :
             25.
             
          
           
             Arachne
             :
             33.
             
          
           
             Arion
             :
             35.
             
          
           
             Aristaeus
             :
             37.
             
          
           
             Atalanta
             :
             41.
             
          
           
             Atlas
             :
             44.
             
          
           
             Aurora
             :
             46.
             
          
        
         
           
             B.
             
          
           
             BAcchus
             :
             50.
             
          
           
             Belides
             :
             56.
             
          
           
             Bellerophon
             :
             57.
             
          
           
             Boreas
             ,
             Boreadae
             ,
             Harpiae
             :
             60.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             C.
             
          
           
             CAdmus
             
               and
            
             Harmonia
             :
             65.
             
          
           
             Castor
             
               and
            
             Pollux
             :
             70.
             
          
           
             Centauri
             :
             73.
             
          
           
             Cerberus
             :
             76.
             
          
           
             Ceres
             :
             80.
             
          
           
             Charon
             :
             87.
             
          
           
             Chimaera
             :
             90.
             
          
           
             Chiron
             :
             92.
             
          
           
             Circe
             :
             94.
             
          
           
             Coelus
             :
             79.
             
          
           
             Cupido
             :
             101.
             
          
           
             Cyclopes
             :
             106.
             
          
        
         
           
             D.
             
          
           
             DAedalus
             :
             111.
             
          
           
             Deucalion
             :
             114.
             
          
           
             Diana
             :
             118.
             
          
        
         
           
             E.
             
          
           
             ELysium
             :
             125.
             
          
           
             Endymeon
             :
             129.
             
          
           
             Erychthonius
             :
             133.
             
          
           
             Eumenides
             :
             137.
             
          
        
         
           
             F.
             
          
           
             FOrtuna
             :
             143.
             
          
        
         
           
             G.
             
          
           
             GAnymedes
             :
             152.
             
          
           
             Genii
             :
             156.
             
          
           
             Gygantes
             :
             160.
             
          
           
             Gorgones
             :
             163.
             
          
           
             Gratiae
             :
             170.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           I.
           
        
         
           
             ACHELOUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             the
             sonne
             of
             
               Sol
               ,
            
             and
             
               Terra
               ,
            
             or
             of
             
               Oceanus
            
             and
             
               Terra
               ;
            
             fighting
             with
             
               Hercules
            
             for
             
               Deianeira
               ,
            
             he
             turned
             himselfe
             unto
             a
             Serpent
             ,
             then
             unto
             a
             Bull
             ,
             whose
             right
             horn
             
               Hercules
            
             pulled
             off
             ,
             which
             that
             he
             might
             redeeme
             again
             ,
             he
             gave
             to
             
               Hercules
            
             the
             plentifull
             horne
             of
             
               Amalthaea
               ,
            
             and
             afterward
             for
             griefe
             of
             his
             overthrow
             choaked
             himself
             in
             the
             River
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               ACHELOUS
               was
               a
               River
               which
               as
               all
               others
               ,
               hath
               its
               beginning
               and
               encrease
               from
               the
               Sun
               ,
               the
               Sea
               and
               the
               Earth
               :
               it
               was
               called
               a
               Serpent
               from
               the
               many
               windings
               thereof
               ,
               and
               a
               Bull
               ,
               from
               its
               noise
               and
               bellowing
               2.
               
               The
               two
               hornes
               are
               its
               two
               streames
               ,
               the
               one
               whereof
               was
               cut
               off
               by
               
                 Hercules
                 ,
              
               and
               divided
               unto
               divers
               brooks
               ,
               by
               which
               the
               countrey
               was
               enriched
               ;
               and
               
                 Hercules
              
               for
               his
               paines
               received
               the
               greater
               increase
               .
               2.
               
               They
               that
               strive
               against
               mighty
               men
               had
               need
               to
               be
               both
               Serpents
               in
               policie
               ,
               and
               Buls
               in
               strength
               .
               3.
               
               They
               who
               turne
               themselves
               into
               wanton
               Buls
               ,
               and
               spend
               their
               horne
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               their
               strength
               on
               women
               and
               wine
               ,
               are
               at
               last
               choaked
               with
               melancholy
               and
               hydropicall
               humours
               .
               4.
               
               If
               
               great
               men
               lose
               their
               horne
               ,
               that
               is
               their
               power
               and
               honour
               ,
               let
               them
               redeeme
               them
               with
               their
               wealth
               ,
               for
               honour
               is
               better
               then
               mony
               .
               5.
               
               If
               God
               for
               thy
               sins
               take
               thy
               power
               and
               glory
               away
               ,
               or
               thy
               bodies
               strength
               by
               sicknesse
               ,
               let
               the
               poore
               partake
               of
               thy
               plentifull
               horne
               ,
               and
               choake
               thy
               sins
               ,
               in
               the
               river
               of
               repentance
               .
            
             
               
                 Who
                 'gainst
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 sin
                 ,
                 and
                 Satan
                 fights
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 need
                 of
                 Bullocks
                 strength
                 ,
                 and
                 Serpents
                 slights
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 God
                 pulls
                 off
                 thy
                 horn
                 ,
                 knocks
                 down
                 thy
                 pride
                 ;
              
               
                 Go
                 to
                 repentance
                 river
                 ,
                 there
                 abide
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 sin
                 be
                 choak'd
                 in
                 tears
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 not
                 scorn
              
               
                 To
                 offer
                 him
                 thy
                 Amalthaean
                 horn
              
               
                 To
                 feed
                 the
                 poor
                 ;
                 but
                 if
                 thy
                 strength
                 thou
                 spend
              
               
                 On
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 whores
                 ,
                 a
                 flood
                 shall
                 be
                 thy
                 end
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ACTAEON
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             great
             hunter
             ,
             who
             by
             mishap
             having
             spied
             
               Diana
            
             washing
             her self
             ,
             was
             by
             her
             turned
             into
             a
             stagge
             ,
             and
             torne
             by
             his
             owne
             hounds
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 DIana
              
               is
               the
               Moon
               ,
               by
               whose
               light
               ,
               influence
               ,
               and
               motion
               ,
               the
               Sun
               worketh
               on
               sublunary
               bodies
               ;
               Dogs
               madnes
               (
               by
               wch
               they
               prove
               dangerous
               to
               their
               masters
               )
               is
               an
               effect
               of
               the
               moon
               ;
               whith
               ruleth
               much
               over
               the
               brain
               .
               2.
               
               Curiositie
               is
               dangerous
               ,
               pry
               not
               too
               much
               into
               the
               secrets
               of
               heaven
               ,
               least
               with
               
                 Actaeon
                 ,
              
               your
               understanding
               be
               taken
               from
               you
               ;
               &
               ye
               become
               
               a
               prey
               to
               the
               beastly
               imaginations
               of
               your
               owne
               brain
               .
               3.
               
               Crueltie
               is
               here
               forbid
               ,
               he
               that
               takes
               delight
               in
               murthering
               of
               beasts
               ;
               proves
               somtime
               with
               
                 Nimrod
              
               a
               murtherer
               of
               men
               ;
               and
               such
               for
               want
               of
               humanitie
               may
               be
               said
               to
               be
               turned
               unto
               beasts
               ,
               and
               tortured
               with
               their
               owne
               dogs
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               by
               an
               evill
               conscience
               .
               4.
               
               When
               men
               neglect
               their
               estates
               and
               callings
               ,
               and
               spend
               their
               patrimonies
               profusely
               on
               dogs
               and
               hunting
               ,
               they
               may
               be
               said
               to
               be
               devoured
               by
               their
               owne
               dogs
               .
               5.
               
               They
               who
               suffer
               themselves
               to
               be
               abused
               ,
               and
               their
               estates
               wasted
               by
               Parasites
               and
               flatterers
               ,
               not
               unfitly
               may
               be
               sayd
               to
               be
               a
               prey
               to
               their
               own
               dogs
               .
               6.
               
               They
               who
               look
               upon
               women
               ,
               and
               lust
               after
               them
               ,
               lose
               their
               reason
               ,
               and
               are
               devoured
               by
               their
               own
               lusts
               .
               7.
               
               If
               
                 Diana's
              
               nakednesse
               seen
               unawares
               ,
               was
               the
               occasiō
               of
               his
               misfortune
               ;
               how
               blame
               worthy
               are
               these
               women
               ,
               who
               with
               naked
               breasts
               ,
               immodest
               looks
               ,
               light
               behaviour
               ,
               phantasticall
               attire
               ;
               entice
               men
               to
               their
               destruction
               ;
               and
               of
               men
               do
               metamorphose
               them
               unto
               beasts
               .
            
             
               
                 Think
                 you
                 on
                 this
                 ,
                 who
                 spend
                 your
                 dayes
                 ,
                 and
                 strength
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 means
                 ,
                 on
                 Whores
                 ,
                 Dogs
                 ,
                 Parasites
                 ;
                 at
                 length
              
               
                 They
                 'l
                 woorry
                 you
                 :
                 before
                 you
                 feel
                 their
                 wounds
                 ,
              
               
                 Look
                 to
                 their
                 teeth
                 ,
                 shun
                 these
                 Actaeons
                 hounds
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ADONIS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             beautiful
             youth
             ,
             with
             whom
             
               Venus
            
             was
             in
             love
             ,
             but
             whilst
             he
             was
             hunting
             ,
             was
             killed
             by
             a
             boare
             ,
             or
             by
             
               Mars
            
             in
             the
             shape
             of
             a
             boare
             ,
             and
             
             by
             
               Venus
            
             was
             turned
             unto
             a
             red
             flower
             called
             
               Anemone
               ,
            
             hee
             was
             kept
             after
             death
             by
             
               Ceres
            
             or
             
               Proserpina
               ,
            
             six
             months
             under
             ground
             ,
             and
             other
             six
             months
             by
             
               Venus
               ,
            
             above
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               IF
               by
               
                 Adonis
              
               we
               understand
               wheat
               ,
               that
               lodgeth
               with
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               lyeth
               buried
               in
               the
               ground
               six
               months
               in
               the
               winter
               ;
               the
               six
               summer
               months
               it
               is
               above
               in
               the
               aire
               with
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               by
               which
               the
               beautie
               of
               the
               yeare
               is
               signified
               ,
               by
               the
               boare
               may
               be
               meant
               the
               cold
               frosty
               and
               snowy
               season
               ,
               in
               which
               the
               wheat
               seemes
               to
               be
               killed
               .
               2.
               
               If
               with
               
                 Macrobius
                 ,
              
               by
               
                 Adonis
              
               we
               understand
               the
               Sun
               ;
               he
               may
               be
               sayd
               to
               lodge
               six
               months
               with
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               in
               respect
               of
               his
               southerly
               declination
               ;
               the
               other
               six
               months
               with
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               for
               then
               the
               creatures
               give
               themselves
               to
               procreation
               ;
               he
               is
               killed
               by
               the
               boare
               ,
               and
               lamented
               by
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               for
               in
               winter
               his
               beames
               are
               of
               no
               force
               ;
               to
               dispell
               the
               cold
               which
               is
               the
               enemie
               of
               
                 Adonis
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               of
               beautie
               and
               procreation
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Mars
              
               in
               the
               forme
               of
               a
               boare
               ;
               kils
               him
               ;
               because
               wars
               and
               hunting
               are
               maculine
               exercises
               ,
               and
               not
               fit
               ,
               for
               weak
               bodies
               ,
               and
               effeminate
               spirits
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Adonis
              
               is
               from
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               to
               sing
               ,
               for
               beauty
               and
               musick
               are
               friends
               to
               
                 Venus
                 .
                 5.
                 
                 Adonis
              
               may
               signifie
               the
               good
               government
               of
               a
               Common-wealth
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               beauty
               thereof
               ,
               which
               is
               killed
               by
               
                 Mars
              
               in
               the
               form
               of
               a
               Boar
               ;
               for
               
                 Mars
              
               and
               wantonnesse
               are
               enemies
               of
               
               all
               government
               .
               6.
               
               Beautifull
               
                 Adonic
              
               is
               turned
               into
               a
               fading
               flower
               ;
               to
               shew
               ,
               that
               beauty
               quickly
               perisheth
               .
               7.
               
               Yong
               and
               fair
               
                 Adonis
              
               is
               killed
               by
               a
               Boare
               ;
               so
               wantonnesse
               and
               leachery
               are
               the
               destroyers
               of
               youth
               and
               beauty
               .
               8.
               
               Our
               Resurrection
               in
               this
               may
               be
               typed
               out
               ;
               for
               although
               death
               kill
               us
               ,
               it
               shall
               not
               annihilate
               us
               ,
               but
               our
               beauty
               shall
               increase
               ,
               and
               wee
               shall
               spring
               out
               of
               the
               ground
               again
               like
               a
               beautifull
               flower
               in
               the
               Resurrection
               .
               9.
               
               Though
               our
               bodies
               dye
               ,
               yet
               our
               good
               name
               shall
               flourish
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               fair
               flower
               ,
               shall
               live
               and
               smell
               when
               wee
               are
               gone
               .
               10.
               
               
                 Myrrha
              
               of
               her
               own
               Father
               begot
               this
               childe
               
                 Adonis
                 ,
              
               which
               
                 Myrrha
              
               flying
               from
               her
               angry
               Father
               ,
               was
               turned
               into
               a
               tree
               ,
               and
               with
               the
               blow
               of
               her
               Fathers
               sword
               was
               delivered
               of
               this
               childe
               ;
               because
               the
               Sun
               the
               common
               Father
               ,
               begot
               the
               sweet
               Gum
               Myrrhe
               ,
               of
               that
               Arabian
               tree
               of
               the
               same
               name
               ;
               which
               Gum
               doth
               cause
               much
               delight
               and
               pleasure
               ,
               for
               so
               in
               Greek
               
                 Adonis
              
               signifieth
               :
               In
               this
               Gum
               
                 Venus
              
               is
               much
               delighted
               ,
               as
               being
               a
               help
               to
               decayed
               beauty
               ,
               to
               a
               stinking
               breath
               ,
               to
               procreation
               ,
               and
               the
               vitiosity
               of
               the
               matrix
               .
               11.
               
               Let
               them
               remember
               ,
               who
               hunt
               too
               much
               after
               pleasure
               ,
               that
               the
               Devil
               is
               that
               great
               Boare
               who
               lyeth
               in
               wait
               to
               kill
               them
               .
            
             
               
                 You
                 that
                 hunt
                 after
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 eye
                 that
                 Boare
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 would
                 your
                 health
                 ,
                 and
                 wealth
                 ,
                 and
                 souls
                 devour
                 .
              
               
                 Dote
                 not
                 on
                 beauty
                 ;
                 beauty
                 's
                 but
                 a
                 flower
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 pride
                 and
                 lustre
                 fadeth
                 in
                 an
                 hour
                 .
              
               
                 Strive
                 that
                 your
                 names
                 may
                 flourish
                 after
                 death
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 them
                 out-live
                 Adonis
                 flower
                 ,
                 &
                 yeeld
                 a
                 fragrant
                 breath
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             ADMETUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             being
             a
             sutor
             to
             
               Alceste
               ,
            
             carryed
             her
             away
             by
             the
             assistance
             of
             
               Apollo
            
             and
             
               Hercules
               ,
            
             in
             a
             Chariot
             drawn
             by
             a
             Lyon
             and
             a
             Boare
             ;
             afterward
             being
             like
             to
             dye
             ,
             was
             recoverd
             by
             the
             voluntary
             death
             of
             his
             wife
             ;
             whom
             
               Hercules
            
             delivered
             out
             of
             hell
             ,
             and
             restored
             her
             to
             
               Admetus
               .
            
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               HE
               that
               intends
               to
               marry
               ,
               had
               need
               take
               the
               aid
               of
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Hercules
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               wisdom
               ,
               and
               strength
               of
               body
               .
               2.
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               is
               one
               that
               cannot
               be
               tamed
               ,
               as
               many
               lusty
               yong
               men
               are
               ;
               therfore
               it
               is
               good
               for
               such
               to
               marry
               ,
               with
               
                 a
              
               
                 Alceste
                 .
              
               3.
               
               Many
               foolish
               women
               ,
               like
               
                 Alceste
                 ,
              
               refuse
               many
               good
               matches
               ,
               and
               at
               last
               are
               carryed
               away
               by
               a
               Lyon
               and
               a
               Boare
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               by
               one
               that
               is
               lasciviously
               given
               ,
               and
               who
               can
               put
               on
               the
               bold
               face
               of
               a
               Lyon
               .
               4.
               
               Fruitfull
               women
               are
               like
               
                 Alceste
                 ,
              
               who
               cast
               themselves
               unto
               the
               jaws
               of
               death
               by
               childe-bearing
               ,
               that
               their
               husbands
               may
               live
               in
               the
               fruit
               of
               their
               womb
               ;
               for
               parents
               live
               in
               their
               children
               :
               But
               by
               the
               means
               of
               
                 Hercules
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               the
               strength
               of
               Nature
               ,
               women
               are
               delivered
               from
               death
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Alceste
              
               is
               our
               hope
               ,
               with
               which
               we
               shall
               marry
               ,
               if
               first
               we
               can
               subdue
               the
               Lyon
               of
               pride
               ,
               and
               the
               Boare
               of
               concupiscence
               .
               6.
               
               
                 Admetus
                 ,
              
               or
               
               the
               untamed
               spirit
               of
               Satan
               ,
               doth
               carry
               away
               the
               soul
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               daughter
               of
               God
               ,
               in
               the
               Chariot
               of
               vanity
               ,
               drawn
               with
               pride
               and
               fleshly
               pleasures
               ;
               and
               in
               hell
               the
               soul
               should
               have
               continued
               for
               ever
               ,
               if
               Christ
               our
               
                 Alcides
              
               had
               not
               delivered
               it
               from
               thence
               .
            
             
               
                 Let
                 not
                 Man
                 think
                 on
                 Hymen
                 ,
                 till
                 he
                 finde
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 Apollo's
                 and
                 Alcides
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 you
                 weak
                 Maids
                 ,
                 and
                 Widows
                 too
                 ,
                 before
              
               
                 You
                 marry
                 ,
                 shun
                 the
                 Lyon
                 and
                 the
                 Boare
                 .
              
               
                 Think
                 not
                 to
                 carry
                 Hope
                 and
                 Confidence
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 you
                 subdue
                 pride
                 and
                 concupiscence
                 :
              
               
                 By
                 Hope
                 lay
                 hold
                 on
                 Christ
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 sustain
              
               
                 Your
                 souls
                 in
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 restore
                 again
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             AEACUS
             .
             MINOS
             .
             RHAD
             AMANTHUS
             .
          
           
             THese
             were
             
               Iupiters
            
             sons
             ,
             and
             Judges
             in
             hell
             ;
             at
             the
             request
             of
             
               Aeacus
               ,
            
             when
             the
             Iland
             
               Aegina
            
             was
             depopulated
             with
             sicknesse
             ,
             
               Iupiter
            
             turned
             the
             Ants
             unto
             men
             ;
             so
             was
             
               Graecia
            
             delivered
             also
             by
             the
             prayers
             of
             the
             same
             
               Aeacus
               .
            
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               IUst
               Judges
               are
               the
               sons
               of
               God
               ;
               2.
               
               The
               good
               laws
               of
               just
               Judges
               shal
               not
               be
               forgotten
               ,
               but
               when
               they
               are
               in
               Hell
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               when
               they
               are
               dead
               ,
               their
               lawes
               shall
               be
               still
               in
               force
               .
               3.
               
               These
               three
               Judges
               are
               the
               three
               effects
               of
               a
               wicked
               mans
               conscience
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               to
               accuse
               ,
               condemne
               ,
               and
               torment
               the
               sinner
               :
               and
               in
               this
               sense
               ;
               a
               man
               may
               be
               said
               to
               be
               in
               hell
               ,
               whilst
               he
               
               is
               on
               earth
               ;
               4.
               
               
                 Aeacus
              
               by
               his
               wisdome
               causing
               the
               barbarous
               inhabitants
               to
               forsake
               their
               caves
               and
               holes
               wherin
               they
               dwelt
               ;
               and
               to
               build
               houses
               ;
               to
               leave
               their
               diet
               ,
               of
               roots
               and
               fruits
               ,
               and
               to
               sow
               corne
               ;
               in
               teaching
               of
               them
               civilitie
               ,
               and
               military
               discipline
               ,
               whereby
               they
               overcame
               the
               Pirats
               ,
               which
               used
               to
               molest
               them
               :
               for
               these
               respects
               ,
               he
               was
               said
               to
               turne
               them
               from
               Ants
               unto
               men
               .
               5.
               
               In
               relieving
               
                 Graecia
              
               by
               his
               prayers
               from
               the
               plague
               ,
               doth
               shew
               us
               ,
               That
               
                 the
                 prayers
                 of
                 the
                 just
                 availeth
                 much
                 .
              
               6.
               
               Before
               Christ
               came
               ,
               the
               
                 Gentiles
              
               were
               but
               Ants
               ,
               men
               of
               earthly
               conversation
               ,
               being
               fed
               with
               roots
               of
               superstition
               ;
               molested
               with
               spirituall
               pirates
               ,
               but
               by
               the
               preaching
               and
               intercession
               of
               Christ
               ,
               
                 the
                 wisdome
                 of
                 the
                 Father
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Iudge
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 :
              
               they
               were
               made
               men
               ,
               taught
               to
               forsake
               the
               dark
               holes
               of
               Idolatry
               ,
               and
               to
               build
               them
               an
               house
               in
               heaven
               ,
               to
               feed
               upon
               the
               bread
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ,
               and
               to
               fight
               against
               their
               spirituall
               enemies
               .
            
             
               
                 Consider
                 Judges
                 ,
                 though
                 you
                 be
                 but
                 dust
                 ,
              
               
                 Gods
                 sons
                 you
                 are
                 ,
                 yea
                 Gods
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 be
                 just
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 no
                 man
                 sin
                 securely
                 ,
                 though
                 alone
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 each
                 man
                 hath
                 three
                 Judges
                 in
                 a
                 Throne
              
               
                 Within
                 his
                 brest
                 :
                 these
                 Judges
                 will
                 torment
                 thee
              
               
                 Here
                 and
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 where
                 no
                 man
                 shall
                 lament
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 we
                 are
                 men
                 ,
                 which
                 heretofore
                 were
                 Ants
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 let
                 us
                 live
                 like
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 like
                 Wants
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 digging
                 :
                 leave
                 your
                 holes
                 ,
                 and
                 fix
                 your
                 eyes
              
               
                 Upon
                 your
                 starry-house
                 ,
                 the
                 spangled
                 skies
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Christ
                 your
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 Lord
                 and
                 Judge
                 doth
                 dwell
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 onely
                 Judge
                 of
                 Heaven
                 ,
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 Hell
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             AEGAEON
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             begotten
             of
             the
             Heaven
             and
             Earth
             ,
             or
             of
             the
             Sea
             ;
             he
             assisted
             
               Iupiter
               ,
            
             when
             
               Iuno
               ,
               Pallas
               ,
            
             and
             
               Neptune
               ,
            
             made
             insurrection
             against
             him
             ,
             and
             would
             have
             bound
             him
             ;
             for
             whose
             good
             service
             ,
             he
             was
             made
             keeper
             of
             Hell
             gates
             ,
             but
             afterwards
             rebelling
             against
             
               Iupiter
               ,
            
             he
             was
             over-throwne
             with
             his
             thunder
             ,
             and
             laid
             under
             the
             hill
             
               Aetna
               ,
            
             which
             alwayes
             bursts
             out
             with
             smoake
             and
             flames
             when
             hee
             turnes
             himselfe
             about
             ;
             he
             had
             an
             hundred
             hands
             ,
             and
             fiftie
             heads
             ;
             he
             is
             also
             called
             
               Briareus
               ,
            
             and
             
               Enceladus
               .
            
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               this
               many-handed
               and
               many-headed
               mōster
               ,
               is
               meant
               the
               Wind
               ,
               the
               power
               and
               vertues
               whereof
               are
               many
               and
               wonderfull
               ;
               it
               is
               begot
               of
               the
               vapors
               of
               the
               earth
               and
               sea
               ,
               by
               the
               heat
               and
               influence
               of
               heaven
               ,
               when
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               heaven
               is
               obscured
               ,
               and
               as
               it
               were
               bound
               up
               from
               us
               with
               thicke
               mists
               extracted
               by
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               Sun
               ,
               out
               of
               
                 Neptun
              
               or
               the
               Sea
               ,
               and
               received
               by
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               Aire
               ;
               these
               three
               are
               said
               to
               conspire
               against
               
                 Iupiter
                 ;
              
               then
               comes
               the
               wind
               ,
               and
               blowes
               away
               these
               mists
               ;
               and
               so
               
                 Iupiter
              
               is
               relieved
               ,
               and
               the
               Heavens
               cleered
               .
               
                 Aegaeon
              
               is
               said
               to
               keep
               Hell
               gates
               ,
               because
               the
               winds
               are
               often
               inclosed
               in
               the
               bowels
               of
               the
               Earth
               and
               Sea
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Aegaeon
              
               fights
               against
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               when
               the
               South-wind
               
               obscures
               the
               Heaven
               with
               clouds
               ,
               then
               with
               his
               Sun
               beames
               ,
               or
               thunder
               ,
               the
               Aire
               is
               cleared
               ,
               and
               the
               wind
               setled
               ,
               and
               because
               
                 Aetna
              
               never
               vomits
               out
               fire
               ,
               but
               when
               there
               is
               wind
               generated
               in
               the
               hollow
               holes
               ,
               and
               cavernosities
               thereof
               ,
               therefore
               
                 Aegaeon
              
               is
               said
               to
               lye
               and
               move
               there
               .
               3.
               
               God
               hath
               made
               our
               stomack
               and
               belly
               to
               be
               the
               receptacle
               of
               naughtie
               vapors
               ,
               which
               notwithstanding
               sometimes
               rebell
               ,
               and
               obnubilate
               the
               heaven
               of
               our
               braine
               ,
               and
               fight
               against
               our
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               our
               judgement
               and
               reason
               ;
               but
               oftentimes
               are
               overcome
               and
               beate
               backe
               by
               the
               strength
               of
               nature
               ,
               and
               property
               of
               the
               braine
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               vapors
               ;
               
                 Neptune
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               too
               much
               moisture
               ;
               and
               
                 Pallas
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               too
               much
               study
               ,
               oftentimes
               molest
               the
               brain
               ,
               &
               assault
               judgment
               and
               reason
               ;
               but
               the
               helpe
               of
               
                 Aegaeon
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               strength
               of
               the
               
                 animal
              
               spirits
               doe
               releeve
               the
               braine
               and
               make
               peace
               .
               5.
               
               In
               88.
               the
               Spanish
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               their
               wealth
               ;
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               their
               policie
               ;
               and
               
                 Neptune
              
               their
               sea-god
               ,
               I
               mean
               their
               great
               Fleet
               ,
               which
               affrighted
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               conspired
               to
               invade
               our
               heaven
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               our
               Church
               and
               State
               ;
               but
               
                 Aegaeon
                 ,
              
               the
               stormie
               wind
               ,
               sent
               by
               
                 Thetis
                 ,
              
               but
               by
               the
               power
               of
               the
               Almighty
               ;
               scattered
               their
               forces
               ,
               and
               releeved
               our
               
                 Iupiter
                 .
              
               6.
               
               Every
               piratical
               ship
               ,
               robbing
               honest
               men
               of
               their
               goods
               ,
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Aegaeon
                 ,
              
               for
               they
               fight
               against
               God
               himselfe
               ,
               and
               their
               end
               for
               the
               most
               part
               is
               fearfull
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Arius
              
               and
               other
               hereticks
               ,
               opposing
               Christs
               divinity
               ;
               with
               
                 Aegaeon
              
               fight
               against
               God
               ;
               and
               being
               struck
               with
               the
               thunder
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ,
               without
               repentance
               they
               
               are
               sent
               to
               hell
               .
               8.
               
               All
               seditious
               persons
               rebelling
               against
               the
               Church
               and
               State
               ,
               are
               
                 Aegaeons
              
               fighting
               against
               God
               ,
               and
               they
               must
               look
               for
               this
               reward
               .
            
             
               
                 As
                 he
                 who
                 did
                 against
                 great
                 Jove
                 rebell
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 struck
                 with
                 Thunder
                 ,
                 and
                 knockt
                 down
                 to
                 Hell
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 God
                 will
                 all
                 you
                 Monsters
                 over-turn
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 gainst
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 the
                 Church
                 ,
                 the
                 State
                 dare
                 spurn
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 glory
                 shall
                 be
                 shame
                 ,
                 black
                 Hell
                 your
                 mansion
                 ,
              
               
                 Furies
                 your
                 fellows
                 ,
                 brimstone
                 and
                 fire
                 your
                 pension
                 :
              
               
                 Your
                 motion
                 's
                 like
                 Aegaeons
                 ;
                 when
                 he
                 turns
                 ,
              
               
                 Aetna
                 doth
                 shake
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 a
                 while
                 it
                 burns
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 you
                 move
                 ,
                 you
                 shake
                 the
                 world
                 asunder
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 bowels
                 smoke
                 ,
                 and
                 burn
                 and
                 roare
                 ,
                 till
                 you
                 be
                 struck
                 with
                 Thunder
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             AENAEAS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             
               Trojan
            
             Prince
             ,
             son
             of
             
               Venus
               ,
            
             by
             whose
             help
             he
             was
             delivered
             from
             being
             killed
             by
             the
             
               Graecians
               :
            
             he
             carried
             his
             old
             father
             on
             his
             shoulders
             out
             of
             
               Troy
               ,
            
             with
             his
             houshold
             gods
             ;
             he
             was
             seven
             yeares
             ,
             by
             the
             malice
             of
             
               Iuno
               ,
            
             tost
             upon
             the
             seas
             ,
             and
             kept
             back
             from
             
               Italy
               ;
            
             who
             when
             he
             arrived
             thither
             ,
             was
             molested
             by
             a
             long
             warre
             ,
             caused
             by
             
               Iuno
            
             and
             
               Alecto
               ;
            
             having
             at
             last
             killed
             
               Turnus
               ,
            
             ended
             his
             dayes
             in
             peace
             and
             honour
             ;
             he
             went
             downe
             to
             Hell
             ,
             to
             visit
             his
             father
             in
             the
             
               Elisian
            
             fields
             ,
             who
             by
             the
             help
             of
             
               Sybilla
            
             and
             the
             golden
             Branch
             ,
             overcame
             all
             the
             dangers
             of
             Hell
             ;
             his
             acts
             are
             eternised
             by
             the
             Prince
             of
             Poets
             .
          
           
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               HE
               was
               called
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               because
               that
               planet
               was
               mistresse
               of
               his
               horoscop
               ,
               or
               because
               of
               his
               beauty
               and
               comely
               proportion
               ;
               and
               to
               shew
               that
               love
               is
               the
               chiefest
               guard
               of
               Princes
               ,
               and
               that
               which
               doth
               most
               subdue
               and
               keepe
               people
               in
               subjection
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Iuno
              
               and
               
                 Aeolus
                 ,
              
               the
               aire
               and
               wind
               conspired
               against
               him
               to
               drowne
               him
               ;
               so
               sometimes
               Princes
               are
               oftentimes
               vexed
               and
               endangered
               by
               the
               stormes
               of
               civill
               dissention
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Neptune
              
               was
               his
               friend
               ,
               both
               in
               the
               
                 Trojan
              
               warre
               ,
               and
               to
               help
               him
               forward
               to
               
                 Italy
                 ;
                 Vulcan
              
               made
               him
               armour
               ,
               
                 Mercury
              
               was
               his
               counsellor
               and
               spokes-man
               ;
               
                 Cupid
              
               made
               way
               with
               Queen
               
                 Dido
              
               to
               entertain
               him
               ;
               to
               shew
               that
               a
               Prince
               cannot
               be
               fortunate
               and
               powerful
               ,
               without
               shipping
               ,
               armour
               ,
               eloquence
               and
               love
               .
               4.
               
               The
               golden
               Branch
               made
               way
               for
               him
               to
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               and
               brought
               him
               to
               hell
               ,
               and
               so
               doth
               the
               inordinate
               love
               of
               gold
               bring
               many
               unto
               hell
               ;
               again
               ,
               gold
               maketh
               way
               through
               the
               strongest
               gates
               ,
               and
               overcommeth
               the
               greatest
               difficulties
               ;
               besides
               ,
               gold
               is
               the
               symbole
               of
               wisdome
               ,
               without
               which
               no
               man
               can
               overcome
               difficulties
               ;
               Lastly
               ,
               he
               that
               will
               goe
               through
               the
               dangers
               of
               hell
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               pangs
               of
               death
               with
               cheerefulnesse
               ,
               must
               carry
               with
               him
               a
               golden
               branch
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               a
               good
               conscience
               ;
               and
               perhaps
               this
               golden
               branch
               may
               be
               the
               symbole
               of
               a
               Kings
               Scepter
               ,
               the
               ensigne
               of
               government
               ,
               wherein
               a
               King
               is
               happy
               ,
               if
               his
               Scepter
               bee
               
               streight
               and
               of
               gold
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               if
               wealth
               ,
               and
               justice
               ,
               and
               wisdome
               go
               together
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Aenaeas
              
               had
               not
               found
               the
               branch
               without
               the
               Doves
               ,
               his
               mothers
               birds
               ;
               so
               without
               love
               ,
               innocencie
               and
               chastity
               ,
               we
               cannot
               attain
               to
               true
               wisdome
               .
               6.
               
               He
               that
               would
               attain
               unto
               the
               true
               Branch
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               Christ
               ,
               the
               righteous
               Branch
               ,
               and
               wisdome
               of
               the
               Father
               ,
               must
               follow
               the
               guide
               of
               the
               two
               Doves
               ,
               the
               Old
               and
               the
               New
               Testament
               ,
               they
               will
               shew
               us
               where
               he
               is
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Aenaeas
                 ,
              
               by
               the
               help
               of
               
                 Sibyl
                 ,
              
               went
               safely
               thorow
               Hell
               ;
               so
               shal
               we
               by
               the
               assistance
               of
               Gods
               counsell
               (
               for
               
                 a
              
               
                 Sibyl
              
               signifieth
               so
               much
               )
               we
               shall
               overcome
               all
               difficulties
               .
               8.
               
               His
               companion
               was
               
                 Achates
                 ,
              
               for
               great
               Princes
               are
               never
               without
               much
               care
               and
               sollicitude
               ,
               as
               the
               
                 b
              
               word
               signifieth
               .
               9.
               
               
                 Aenaeas
              
               went
               thorow
               the
               dangers
               of
               hel
               ,
               sea
               and
               land
               ,
               before
               he
               could
               have
               quiet
               possession
               in
               
                 Italy
                 ;
              
               so
               we
               must
               thorow
               many
               dangers
               enter
               into
               the
               Kingdome
               of
               heaven
               .
               10.
               
               
                 Aenaeas
              
               is
               the
               
                 Idea
              
               of
               a
               perfect
               Prince
               and
               Governour
               ,
               in
               whom
               wee
               see
               piety
               towards
               his
               gods
               in
               carrying
               them
               with
               him
               ,
               having
               rescued
               them
               from
               the
               fire
               of
               
                 Troy
                 ;
              
               in
               worshipping
               the
               gods
               of
               the
               places
               still
               where
               he
               came
               ;
               in
               going
               to
               
                 Apollos
              
               Temple
               ,
               as
               soone
               as
               he
               lands
               in
               
                 Italy
                 ,
              
               in
               his
               devout
               prayers
               he
               makes
               to
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
                 Apollo
                 ,
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               and
               other
               gods
               ;
               piety
               also
               towards
               his
               old
               father
               ,
               in
               carrying
               him
               on
               his
               shoulders
               ,
               in
               bewailing
               of
               his
               death
               ,
               visiting
               of
               his
               tombe
               ;
               going
               down
               to
               hell
               to
               see
               him
               ;
               his
               love
               was
               great
               to
               his
               wife
               
                 Creusa
                 ,
              
               in
               lamenting
               ,
               and
               casting
               himself
               into
               
               open
               danger
               for
               her
               ;
               his
               love
               was
               great
               to
               his
               sonne
               
                 Ascanius
                 ,
              
               in
               the
               good
               breeding
               and
               counselling
               of
               him
               ;
               to
               
                 Palinurus
                 ,
                 Mysenus
                 ,
              
               and
               others
               ;
               his
               vigilancie
               in
               guiding
               the
               helme
               ,
               at
               midnight
               ,
               when
               his
               people
               were
               asleep
               ;
               his
               liberality
               to
               his
               souldiers
               ,
               his
               magnanimity
               ,
               constancie
               ,
               wisdome
               ,
               fortitude
               ,
               justice
               ,
               temperance
               ;
               are
               fit
               by
               all
               Princes
               to
               be
               imitated
               ,
               and
               the
               
                 Aeneads
              
               to
               be
               diligently
               read
               .
            
             
               
                 He
                 that
                 would
                 safely
                 passe
                 black
                 Acheron
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 scape
                 the
                 dangers
                 of
                 hot
                 Phlegeton
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 carry
                 with
                 him
                 Wisdoms
                 golden
                 rod
                 ,
              
               
                 Sybill
                 must
                 guide
                 him
                 ;
                 that
                 's
                 advice
                 from
                 God
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 shall
                 he
                 not
                 fear
                 dangers
                 ,
                 nor
                 miscarry
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Styx
                 he
                 crosseth
                 in
                 old
                 Charons
                 wherry
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 strength
                 of
                 Towns
                 ,
                 or
                 Castles
                 can
                 withstand
              
               
                 Sibyllas
                 head-peece
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 golden
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 ,
                 beware
                 of
                 gold
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 advise
                 thee
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 gold
                 ill
                 got
                 ,
                 will
                 down
                 to
                 Hell
                 intice
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 thou
                 wouldst
                 true
                 gold
                 and
                 wisdom
                 finde
                 ,
              
               
                 Seek
                 after
                 Christ
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 him
                 fix
                 thy
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 chaste
                 like
                 Doves
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 Gods
                 Word
                 instruct
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 the
                 Doves
                 which
                 will
                 to
                 Christ
                 conduct
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Kings
                 will
                 fear
                 great
                 Jove
                 who
                 reigns
                 above
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 Vulcan
                 ,
                 Neptune
                 ,
                 Mercury
                 ,
                 and
                 Love
              
               
                 Shall
                 serve
                 them
                 ;
                 Juno's
                 spight
                 shall
                 not
                 destroy
                 them
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 Aeolus
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 breath
                 annoy
                 them
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             AEOLUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             
               Iupiters
            
             son
             ,
             a
             King
             over
             divers
             Ilands
             ,
             and
             reigned
             in
             a
             City
             walled
             with
             brasse
             ;
             he
             kept
             the
             Winds
             in
             a
             cave
             or
             hollow
             hill
             ;
             which
             at
             
               Iuno's
            
             request
             ,
             and
             promise
             of
             a
             marriage
             with
             her
             Nymph
             
               Deiopeia
               ,
            
             he
             let
             out
             against
             
               Aenaeas
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               HE
               is
               called
               
                 Iupiters
              
               son
               ,
               because
               the
               winds
               are
               begotten
               by
               the
               influence
               and
               motion
               of
               the
               heavens
               .
               2.
               
               He
               was
               an
               Astronomer
               ,
               and
               could
               foretell
               stormes
               and
               calmes
               ,
               therefore
               it
               was
               thought
               he
               had
               the
               command
               of
               the
               winds
               .
               3.
               
               His
               City
               was
               said
               to
               be
               walled
               with
               brasse
               ,
               because
               it
               was
               guarded
               with
               armed
               men
               .
               4.
               
               He
               kept
               the
               winds
               in
               a
               hollow
               cave
               ;
               because
               some
               caves
               be
               full
               of
               vapors
               ,
               which
               sometimes
               burst
               forth
               with
               violence
               .
               5.
               
               He
               reigned
               over
               Ilands
               ,
               because
               they
               are
               most
               subject
               to
               storms
               .
               6.
               
               
                 Iuno
              
               could
               not
               sinke
               
                 Aenaeas
              
               his
               ships
               without
               the
               help
               of
               
                 Aeolus
                 ;
              
               neither
               can
               the
               aire
               violently
               worke
               ,
               if
               it
               be
               not
               moved
               by
               the
               vapors
               ,
               which
               are
               the
               winds
               ,
               or
               else
               without
               vapors
               ,
               by
               the
               Planets
               .
               7.
               
               The
               marriage
               between
               
                 Aeolus
              
               and
               the
               sea
               Nymph
               ,
               shewes
               the
               relation
               that
               is
               between
               the
               wind
               and
               the
               sea
               .
               8.
               
               Hee
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Aeolus
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               God
               of
               winds
               ,
               that
               can
               curbe
               and
               keepe
               under
               anger
               ,
               and
               other
               unruly
               passions
               .
               9.
               
               It
               is
               a
               dangerous
               state
               ,
               when
               
                 Iuno
              
               and
               
                 Aeolus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               wealth
               and
               power
               band
               themselves
               against
               innocent
               men
               .
            
             
               
                 He
                 's
                 Aeolus
                 ,
                 a
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 a
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 anger
                 can
              
               
                 Subdue
                 ,
                 and
                 keep
                 unruly
                 passions
                 under
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 a
                 wonder
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 a
                 King
                 ,
                 and
                 stronger
                 then
                 the
                 winde
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 curbs
                 his
                 minde
                 .
              
               
               
                 It
                 's
                 ill
                 ,
                 when
                 wealth
                 conspires
                 with
                 violence
              
               
                 Gainst
                 innocence
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 State
                 's
                 a
                 Sea
                 ;
                 Ships
                 sink
                 ,
                 or
                 drive
                 on
                 shoare
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 such
                 storms
                 roare
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             AESCULAPIUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             the
             god
             of
             Physick
             ,
             and
             son
             of
             
               Apollo
               ,
            
             and
             
               Coronis
            
             the
             Nymph
             ,
             whom
             
               Apollo
            
             shot
             with
             his
             arrowes
             ,
             and
             cut
             out
             the
             child
             ,
             who
             was
             nursed
             by
             a
             goat
             ,
             or
             bitch
             ,
             as
             some
             would
             have
             it
             ;
             he
             relieved
             
               Rome
            
             from
             the
             plague
             in
             the
             forme
             of
             a
             Serpent
             ,
             being
             brought
             from
             
               Epidaurum
            
             in
             a
             ship
             ;
             he
             restored
             
               Hippolitus
            
             to
             life
             ,
             therefore
             was
             killed
             by
             
               Iupiters
            
             thunder
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               A
               
                 Esculapius
              
               is
               the
               milde
               temper
               of
               the
               aire
               ,
               as
               the
               
                 a
              
               word
               sheweth
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               effect
               of
               the
               Sun
               ,
               or
               
                 Apollo
                 ;
              
               and
               is
               the
               cause
               of
               health
               ;
               therefore
               
                 Hygiaea
              
               and
               
                 Iaso
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               health
               and
               cure
               ,
               are
               the
               children
               of
               
                 Aesculapius
                 .
              
               His
               mother
               ,
               is
               
                 b
              
               
                 Coronis
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               due
               mixture
               and
               temper
               of
               the
               aire
               ;
               which
               because
               it
               depends
               from
               the
               influence
               o
               the
               Sun
               ,
               therefore
               
                 Apollo
              
               is
               said
               to
               beget
               
                 Aesculapius
              
               of
               her
               ;
               but
               when
               he
               killed
               her
               with
               his
               arrowes
               ,
               is
               meant
               ,
               that
               the
               Sun
               with
               his
               beames
               did
               over-heat
               ,
               and
               infect
               the
               aire
               with
               a
               pestilence
               .
               2.
               
               I
               had
               rather
               understand
               by
               this
               fiction
               ,
               the
               true
               temperament
               of
               a
               sound
               mans
               body
               ,
               
               caused
               by
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Coronis
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               due
               proportion
               of
               the
               naturall
               heat
               ,
               and
               radicall
               moisture
               ,
               called
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ;
               and
               the
               true
               cause
               of
               health
               .
               Then
               
                 Coronis
              
               is
               killed
               with
               
                 Apollo's
              
               arrowes
               ,
               when
               the
               naturall
               heat
               degenerats
               into
               a
               feverish
               inflammation
               ,
               and
               drieth
               up
               the
               moisture
               ;
               but
               when
               the
               heat
               returns
               to
               its
               former
               temper
               ,
               
                 Aesculapius
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               health
               is
               recovered
               ,
               and
               nourished
               by
               a
               goat
               ,
               because
               goats
               milke
               is
               good
               to
               feed
               ,
               and
               restore
               decayed
               nature
               .
               3.
               
               By
               this
               fiction
               ,
               I
               thinke
               is
               represented
               to
               us
               the
               properties
               of
               a
               good
               Physitian
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Coronis
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               knowledge
               and
               experience
               ;
               knowledge
               kills
               experience
               ,
               when
               the
               learned
               Physitian
               trusts
               not
               to
               experiments
               ,
               but
               by
               art
               and
               knowledge
               he
               cures
               ;
               for
               indeed
               in
               physick
               ,
               experience
               is
               little
               worth
               ;
               for
               what
               experience
               can
               one
               have
               of
               such
               infinite
               varieties
               of
               temperaments
               which
               are
               amongst
               men
               ,
               every
               man
               having
               a
               peculiar
               cóstitution
               ,
               which
               is
               also
               still
               differing
               from
               it selfe
               ;
               as
               
                 Aesculapius
              
               was
               nursed
               by
               a
               goat
               or
               bitch
               ;
               so
               Physitians
               are
               maintained
               by
               gluttony
               and
               venery
               :
               
                 Chiron
                 ,
                 Saturns
              
               son
               ,
               was
               
                 Aesculapius
              
               school-master
               ;
               for
               time
               hath
               brought
               the
               knowledge
               of
               physick
               to
               perfection
               ,
               or
               because
               
                 Chiron
              
               being
               halfe
               a
               man
               ,
               and
               halfe
               a
               horse
               ,
               sheweth
               that
               a
               Physitian
               must
               be
               a
               
                 Centaure
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               a
               man
               in
               judgement
               ,
               and
               a
               horse
               in
               courage
               ,
               it
               is
               fit
               that
               Physitians
               should
               be
               brought
               to
               
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               to
               great
               Cities
               infected
               with
               sicknesse
               ;
               the
               Serpent
               ,
               Cock
               ,
               and
               Raven
               were
               consecrated
               to
               
                 Aesculapius
                 ,
              
               so
               was
               the
               Goat
               also
               ;
               to
               shew
               that
               a
               Physitian
               must
               
               have
               the
               Serpents
               wisdom
               ,
               the
               Cocks
               vigilancie
               ,
               the
               Ravens
               eye
               and
               forecast
               ,
               and
               the
               Goats
               swiftnesse
               ;
               for
               delayes
               are
               dangerous
               ,
               and
               if
               Physitians
               cure
               desperat
               diseases
               ,
               they
               must
               not
               be
               proud
               ,
               and
               attribute
               the
               glory
               to
               themselves
               ,
               or
               skill
               ,
               but
               to
               God
               ,
               lest
               they
               be
               punished
               in
               his
               just
               anger
               ,
               as
               
                 Aesculapius
              
               was
               .
               4.
               
               Christ
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Aesculapius
                 ,
              
               the
               Sonne
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               the
               God
               of
               Physick
               ,
               who
               was
               cut
               out
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               ,
               of
               his
               mothers
               wombe
               ,
               by
               the
               power
               of
               God
               without
               mans
               help
               ;
               and
               cured
               all
               diseases
               ;
               the
               true
               brazen
               Serpent
               ,
               he
               only
               who
               was
               struck
               with
               the
               thunder-bolt
               of
               his
               Fathers
               wrath
               ,
               and
               sent
               to
               hell
               ,
               to
               deliver
               us
               from
               death
               and
               hell
               .
            
             
               
                 He
                 that
                 would
                 prove
                 a
                 good
                 Physitian
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 be
                 a
                 Centaur
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 a
                 horse
                 and
                 man
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 that
                 will
                 keep
                 men
                 from
                 Charons
                 boat
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 be
                 a
                 Cock
                 ,
                 a
                 Crow
                 ,
                 a
                 Snake
                 ,
                 a
                 Goat
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 him
                 that
                 's
                 sick
                 ,
                 and
                 bruis'd
                 ,
                 who
                 cryes
                 and
                 grones
                 ,
              
               
                 Repair
                 to
                 Christ
                 ,
                 he
                 'l
                 heal
                 the
                 broken
                 bones
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 can
                 do
                 more
                 then
                 Aesculapius
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 brought
                 from
                 death
                 to
                 life
                 torn
                 Virbius
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 first
                 subdu'd
                 death
                 in
                 himself
                 ,
                 and
                 then
              
               
                 Restor'd
                 us
                 all
                 to
                 life
                 ,
                 who
                 were
                 dead
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 Dead
                 in
                 our
                 sins
                 ,
                 and
                 dead
                 in
                 Gods
                 just
                 ire
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Christ
                 hath
                 kill'd
                 our
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 quencht
                 that
                 fire
              
               
                 Which
                 doth
                 torment
                 and
                 burn
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 consume
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 fire
                 which
                 gives
                 no
                 light
                 ,
                 which
                 yeelds
                 no
                 fume
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 death
                 then
                 is
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 our
                 drink
                 his
                 blood
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 stripes
                 our
                 physick
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 flesh
                 our
                 food
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 he
                 comes
                 again
                 in
                 Majestie
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 plague
                 the
                 workers
                 of
                 iniquity
                 ,
              
               
                 Sitting
                 upon
                 the
                 clouds
                 ,
                 whose
                 voice
                 like
                 Thunder
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 shake
                 heav'ns
                 Tower
                 ,
                 and
                 cleave
                 the
                 earth
                 in
                 sunder
                 :
              
               
               
                 Then
                 will
                 he
                 raise
                 all
                 those
                 that
                 sleep
                 in
                 dust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crown
                 with
                 immortality
                 the
                 just
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ALPHAEUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             great
             hunter
             ,
             and
             fell
             in
             love
             with
             the
             Nymph
             
               Arethusa
               ,
            
             who
             that
             shee
             might
             escape
             him
             ,
             was
             by
             the
             help
             of
             
               Diana
            
             turned
             into
             a
             Fountain
             ,
             and
             he
             afterward
             sorrowing
             became
             a
             River
             ,
             which
             still
             runs
             after
             
               Arethusa
               .
            
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 ALphaeus
              
               is
               a
               River
               of
               
                 Elis
              
               in
               
                 Arcadia
                 ,
              
               thorow
               secret
               passages
               running
               under
               the
               earth
               and
               sea
               ,
               empties
               it selfe
               in
               the
               spring
               
                 Arethusa
                 ,
              
               in
               
                 Scicilie
                 ;
              
               which
               ,
               though
               
                 Strabo
              
               denieth
               it
               ,
               it
               cannot
               be
               otherwise
               ,
               seeing
               so
               many
               witnesses
               confirme
               ,
               that
               whatsoever
               is
               cast
               into
               
                 Alphaeus
              
               is
               found
               in
               
                 Arethusa
                 .
              
               2.
               
               As
               this
               water
               running
               thorow
               the
               Sea
               loseth
               not
               its
               sweetnesse
               ,
               by
               receiving
               of
               any
               salt
               relish
               ;
               so
               neither
               must
               wee
               lose
               our
               integrity
               and
               goodnesse
               by
               conversing
               with
               the
               wicked
               .
               3.
               
               Husbands
               must
               learn
               from
               
                 Alphaeus
              
               to
               be
               kind
               to
               their
               wives
               ,
               and
               to
               make
               them
               partakers
               of
               all
               their
               goods
               ,
               as
               
                 Alphaeus
              
               imparts
               all
               it
               receives
               ,
               to
               
                 Arethusa
                 .
              
               4.
               
               We
               must
               never
               rest
               ,
               till
               wee
               have
               obtained
               him
               whom
               our
               soule
               loves
               ;
               the
               salt
               sea
               of
               afflictions
               ,
               and
               the
               distance
               of
               place
               must
               not
               hinder
               our
               course
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Arethusa
              
               is
               from
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               vertue
               which
               wee
               should
               still
               run
               after
               .
               6.
               
               
                 Alphaeus
                 ,
              
               is
               from
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               a
               spot
               ,
               we
               are
               full
               of
               spots
               
               and
               sin
               ,
               therefore
               had
               need
               to
               be
               washed
               in
               
                 Arethusa
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               in
               the
               water
               of
               Baptisme
               .
               7.
               
               This
               water
               was
               held
               good
               to
               kill
               the
               Morphew
               ,
               called
               therefore
               
                 Alphos
                 ,
              
               for
               which
               cause
               it
               was
               consecrated
               to
               
                 Iupiter
                 ;
              
               and
               it
               was
               unlawfull
               to
               wash
               the
               altar
               of
               
                 Iupiter
                 Olympius
              
               with
               any
               other
               water
               ;
               so
               Baptisme
               doth
               wash
               us
               from
               originall
               sinne
               ,
               and
               by
               it
               we
               are
               consecrated
               to
               God
               .
               8.
               
               
                 Alphaeus
              
               is
               as
               much
               as
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               the
               light
               of
               truth
               ,
               which
               runs
               after
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               or
               vertue
               ;
               to
               shew
               that
               knowledge
               and
               theory
               ,
               should
               alwayes
               be
               joyned
               with
               goodnesse
               and
               practise
               .
            
             
               
                 As
                 Arethusa
                 running
                 through
                 the
                 main
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 doth
                 its
                 taste
                 and
                 colour
                 still
                 retain
                 :
              
               
                 Salt
                 Doris
                 cannot
                 taint
                 it
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 then
              
               
                 Be
                 good
                 still
                 ,
                 though
                 we
                 live
                 with
                 wicked
                 men
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 Alphaeus
                 runs
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 not
                 stop
              
               
                 Untill
                 he
                 rests
                 in
                 Arethusa's
                 lap
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 run
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 untill
                 thou
                 be
                 possess'd
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 belov'd
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 eternall
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 who
                 would
                 think
                 ,
                 that
                 love
                 could
                 set
                 on
                 fire
                 ;
              
               
                 Cold
                 waters
                 chuse
                 cold
                 waters
                 to
                 desire
                 :
              
               
                 Can
                 Cupid
                 wound
                 a
                 river
                 ,
                 can
                 he
                 scorch
              
               
                 The
                 sencelesse
                 waters
                 with
                 his
                 faming
                 Torch
                 ?
              
               
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ;
                 but
                 thou
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Love
              
               
                 Can
                 wound
                 my
                 heart
                 ,
                 and
                 warm
                 it
                 from
                 above
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 cold
                 and
                 waterish
                 heart
                 ,
                 to
                 now
                 inflame
              
               
                 With
                 love
                 of
                 thee
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 my
                 course
                 may
                 frame
              
               
                 To
                 thee
                 through
                 a●l
                 the
                 〈◊〉
                 on
                 cares
                 and
                 fears
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 through
                 the
                 salt
                 sea
                 also
                 of
                 my
                 tears
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 Alphaeus
                 ,
                 tho
                 〈…〉
                 ●hat
                 living
                 Well
              
               
                 To
                 which
                 I
                 run
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 I
                 hope
                 to
                 dwell
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             AMPHION
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             
               Iupiters
            
             son
             of
             
               Antiopa
               ;
            
             she
             flying
             from
             
               Dirce
            
             to
             a
             solitary
             mountaine
             ,
             was
             there
             delivered
             ,
             and
             the
             child
             was
             brought
             up
             by
             shepheards
             ;
             he
             learned
             his
             musick
             of
             
               Mercury
               ,
            
             and
             received
             his
             Lute
             from
             him
             ;
             by
             the
             force
             of
             his
             musick
             he
             caused
             the
             stones
             to
             follow
             him
             ,
             with
             which
             the
             walls
             of
             
               Thebes
            
             were
             built
             ;
             but
             afterwards
             out-braving
             
               Latonas
            
             children
             ,
             and
             upbraiding
             them
             for
             want
             of
             skill
             ,
             was
             by
             her
             killed
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 AMphion
              
               was
               called
               
                 Iupiters
              
               son
               ,
               because
               musick
               is
               from
               God
               ;
               or
               because
               the
               heavens
               by
               their
               perpetuall
               revolution
               ,
               shew
               ,
               that
               musick
               without
               continuall
               exercise
               cannot
               be
               attained
               unto
               ;
               or
               to
               shew
               that
               there
               is
               in
               the
               heavenly
               bodies
               a
               harmony
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               in
               musick
               ;
               or
               if
               by
               
                 Iupiter
              
               we
               understand
               the
               air
               ,
               as
               sometimes
               Poets
               do
               ,
               then
               as
               
                 Iupiter
              
               gave
               life
               to
               
                 Amphion
                 ,
              
               so
               doth
               air
               to
               musick
               ,
               for
               no
               sound
               either
               by
               voice
               ,
               instruments
               ,
               or
               water
               ,
               without
               air
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Iupiter
              
               in
               the
               form
               of
               a
               Satyre
               begot
               
                 Amphion
                 ;
              
               Satyrs
               were
               great
               Dancers
               ,
               and
               dancing
               requires
               musick
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Amphion
              
               was
               bred
               by
               shepherds
               ;
               for
               these
               living
               an
               idle
               and
               solitary
               life
               ,
               were
               invited
               to
               invent
               musick
               ,
               partly
               by
               the
               singing
               of
               birds
               ,
               and
               partly
               by
               the
               whisting
               of
               the
               wind
               among
               the
               trees
               ,
               
               or
               by
               the
               running
               of
               waters
               .
               4.
               
               He
               was
               born
               in
               a
               remote
               hill
               ,
               because
               musicall
               inventions
               require
               quietnesse
               ,
               and
               a
               private
               life
               far
               from
               troubles
               and
               businesse
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Mercury
              
               taught
               him
               ,
               and
               gave
               him
               the
               Lute
               ;
               to
               shew
               the
               resemblance
               ,
               and
               equall
               power
               of
               eloquence
               and
               musick
               ;
               eloquence
               being
               a
               speaking
               harmony
               ,
               and
               musick
               a
               speechlesse
               eloquence
               ,
               the
               one
               by
               words
               ,
               the
               other
               by
               sounds
               working
               on
               the
               affections
               .
               6.
               
               His
               building
               
                 Thebes
              
               walls
               by
               his
               musick
               ,
               shews
               what
               is
               the
               force
               of
               eloquence
               ,
               to
               draw
               rude
               people
               to
               religion
               ,
               policie
               ,
               and
               civility
               .
               7.
               
               His
               out-braving
               of
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Diana
                 ,
              
               doth
               not
               onely
               shew
               the
               insolencie
               and
               pride
               of
               some
               men
               ,
               when
               they
               have
               got
               some
               perfection
               in
               an
               Art
               ;
               but
               also
               ,
               I
               suppose
               ,
               may
               be
               meant
               the
               power
               and
               delight
               of
               musick
               ,
               that
               it
               no
               lesse
               affects
               and
               delights
               the
               soul
               by
               the
               ear
               ,
               then
               the
               light
               of
               the
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               doth
               the
               eye
               :
               So
               that
               musick
               may
               as
               it
               were
               challenge
               the
               light
               .
               8.
               
               
                 Amphion
              
               may
               be
               said
               to
               be
               killed
               by
               
                 Latona
                 ,
              
               when
               musicall
               knowledge
               is
               lost
               by
               negligence
               and
               oblivion
               .
               9.
               
               Our
               Saviour
               Christ
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Amphion
                 ,
              
               who
               by
               the
               preaching
               of
               the
               Gospel
               hath
               built
               his
               Church
               ,
               and
               made
               us
               who
               were
               but
               dead
               and
               scattered
               ,
               living
               stones
               in
               this
               building
               ;
               his
               musick
               hath
               quickned
               us
               ,
               and
               his
               love
               hath
               united
               us
               .
               10.
               
               
                 Amphion
              
               was
               said
               to
               build
               the
               walls
               by
               the
               help
               of
               his
               musick
               ,
               because
               perhaps
               he
               imployed
               Musicians
               at
               that
               time
               ,
               who
               by
               their
               musick
               incouraged
               the
               builders
               ,
               and
               made
               them
               work
               the
               better
               .
            
             
             
               
                 In
                 this
                 we
                 see
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 Eloquence
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 which
                 grea
                 Towns
                 have
                 walls
                 ,
                 and
                 stones
                 have
                 sence
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 onely
                 pleasant
                 melody
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 caus'd
                 rude
                 men
                 imbrace
                 civility
                 .
              
               
                 Stones
                 hear
                 not
                 sounds
                 ;
                 it
                 s
                 not
                 the
                 warbling
                 Lute
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 solemn
                 Harp
                 ,
                 nor
                 Trumpet
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 Flute
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 Songs
                 ,
                 nor
                 any
                 Organ
                 musicall
              
               
                 That
                 could
                 give
                 sence
                 to
                 stones
                 ,
                 or
                 build
                 a
                 wall
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 Christ
                 our
                 Lord
                 with
                 his
                 coelestiall
                 layes
                 ,
              
               
                 Hath
                 from
                 Amphion
                 born
                 away
                 the
                 praise
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 charming
                 voice
                 no
                 sooner
                 'gan
                 to
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 Sions
                 walls
                 were
                 lifted
                 from
                 the
                 ground
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 rais'd
                 us
                 senslesse
                 stones
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 dung
              
               
                 Of
                 Errour
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 musick
                 of
                 his
                 tongue
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 might
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 voice
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 his
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Make
                 up
                 the
                 walls
                 of
                 new
                 Jerusalem
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ANTAEUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             Gyant
             ,
             40
             cubits
             high
             ,
             begotten
             of
             
               Neptune
               ,
            
             and
             the
             earth
             ,
             with
             whom
             ,
             when
             
               Hercules
            
             did
             wrestle
             ,
             still
             as
             he
             was
             flung
             on
             the
             g●ound
             his
             strength
             increased
             ;
             which
             
               Hercules
            
             perceiving
             ,
             lifted
             him
             from
             the
             ground
             ,
             and
             squeezing
             him
             to
             his
             brest
             ,
             stifled
             him
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THe
               bignesse
               of
               his
               body
               shewed
               ,
               that
               earth
               and
               water
               were
               extraordinarily
               predomināt
               in
               him
               ,
               therefore
               he
               was
               called
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Neptune
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               earth
               .
               2.
               
               A
               covetous
               man
               is
               like
               
                 Antaeus
                 ,
              
               the
               more
               
               that
               his
               affections
               touch
               earthly
               things
               ,
               the
               stronger
               is
               his
               covetousnesse
               ;
               till
               he
               be
               lifted
               up
               from
               the
               earth
               with
               heavenly
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               then
               covetous
               thoughts
               dye
               .
               3.
               
               Satan
               is
               like
               
                 Antaeus
                 ,
              
               for
               the
               more
               he
               is
               beat
               down
               by
               the
               Herculean
               strength
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ,
               the
               more
               violent
               and
               fierce
               he
               groweth
               ;
               but
               being
               squeezed
               by
               the
               Brest-plate
               of
               justice
               ,
               he
               loseth
               his
               force
               .
               4.
               
               Satan
               deals
               with
               good
               men
               ,
               as
               
                 Hercules
              
               with
               
                 Antaeus
                 ;
              
               he
               flings
               them
               down
               ,
               by
               oppression
               and
               persecution
               ;
               but
               when
               he
               perceiveth
               ,
               that
               by
               this
               means
               they
               grow
               stronger
               and
               more
               resolute
               ,
               he
               lifteth
               them
               up
               by
               pride
               and
               prosperity
               ,
               by
               which
               many
               are
               overthrown
               which
               grew
               strong
               by
               adversity
               .
               5.
               
               The
               Sun
               like
               
                 Antaeus
                 ,
              
               when
               he
               is
               come
               to
               his
               
                 perigaeum
                 ,
              
               or
               that
               point
               neerest
               the
               earth
               ,
               he
               begins
               to
               gather
               strength
               ,
               which
               increaseth
               till
               hee
               come
               to
               his
               
                 apogaeum
                 ,
              
               or
               that
               point
               in
               heaven
               farthest
               from
               the
               earth
               ;
               and
               then
               his
               force
               begins
               to
               weaken
               .
               6.
               
               He
               that
               will
               cure
               a
               Feaver
               with
               hot
               things
               ,
               or
               an
               Hydropsie
               with
               cold
               and
               moist
               things
               ,
               he
               doth
               as
               
                 Hercules
              
               to
               
                 Antaeus
                 ,
              
               increase
               the
               disease
               by
               applying
               things
               of
               the
               same
               nature
               ,
               whereas
               diseases
               should
               be
               cured
               by
               contraries
               .
               7.
               
               Every
               thing
               in
               its
               own
               element
               ,
               with
               
                 Antaeus
                 ,
              
               doth
               gather
               strength
               and
               prospereth
               ,
               but
               being
               put
               unto
               another
               element
               dieth
               ,
               as
               fishes
               in
               the
               air
               ,
               and
               beasts
               in
               the
               sea
               .
            
             
               
                 Take
                 heed
                 ,
                 all
                 you
                 that
                 would
                 o'rethrow
              
               
                 Your
                 greedy
                 mindes
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 subdue
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 fling
                 them
                 not
                 ●n
                 things
                 below
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 so
                 their
                 force
                 they
                 'l
                 still
                 renew
                 .
              
               
               
                 But
                 lift
                 them
                 up
                 with
                 all
                 your
                 strength
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 see
                 the
                 wealth
                 and
                 joy
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 above
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 at
                 length
              
               
                 You
                 shall
                 your
                 Avarice
                 destroy
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 any
                 time
                 if
                 Satan
                 shall
              
               
                 With
                 crosses
                 fling
                 you
                 on
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Lose
                 not
                 your
                 vertue
                 with
                 your
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 let
                 your
                 courage
                 then
                 abound
                 .
              
               
                 Take
                 heed
                 he
                 lift
                 you
                 not
                 too
                 high
              
               
                 With
                 pride
                 in
                 this
                 your
                 spirituall
                 strife
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 then
                 hee
                 'l
                 get
                 the
                 victory
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 spoil
                 thee
                 of
                 eternall
                 life
                 .
              
               
                 Lord
                 lift
                 my
                 minde
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 dust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 it
                 mount
                 above
                 the
                 skies
                 ;
              
               
                 Be
                 thou
                 my
                 treasure
                 where
                 no
                 rust
              
               
                 Can
                 come
                 ,
                 which
                 Moaths
                 and
                 Theeves
                 defies
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 with
                 crosles
                 I
                 'm
                 cast
                 down
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 my
                 strength
                 and
                 courage
                 fail
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 constancie
                 Lord
                 be
                 my
                 Crown
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 in
                 my
                 fall
                 I
                 shall
                 prevail
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             APOLLO
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             the
             son
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Latona
               ,
            
             born
             in
             
               Delos
               ;
            
             he
             kill'd
             the
             Serpent
             
               Python
               ,
            
             the
             Gyant
             
               Tytion
               ,
               Marsyas
            
             the
             Musitian
             ,
             and
             the
             
               Cyclops
            
             that
             made
             
               Iupiters
            
             thunder
             ,
             with
             which
             his
             son
             
               Aesculapius
            
             was
             slain
             ;
             for
             which
             fact
             
               Iupiter
            
             banished
             him
             ,
             and
             drove
             him
             to
             feed
             
               Admetus
            
             his
             sheep
             ,
             and
             to
             help
             
               Neptune
            
             in
             building
             of
             the
             walls
             of
             
               Troy
               ;
            
             he
             was
             the
             god
             of
             Wisdom
             ,
             of
             Physick
             ,
             of
             Musick
             ,
             and
             Arching
             .
          
           
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               
                 Apollo
              
               is
               ordinarily
               understood
               the
               Sun
               ,
               which
               as
               his
               
                 a
              
               name
               sheweth
               ,
               is
               both
               the
               destroyer
               &
               preserver
               of
               things
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               because
               he
               is
               a
               part
               of
               heaven
               ,
               or
               because
               he
               was
               created
               by
               God
               ;
               he
               was
               born
               of
               
                 Latona
                 ,
              
               because
               God
               brought
               light
               out
               of
               darknesse
               ,
               and
               the
               Sun
               out
               of
               the
               
                 Chaos
                 ;
              
               born
               in
               
                 Delos
                 ,
              
               which
               signifieth
               manifestation
               ,
               for
               the
               Sun
               discovereth
               all
               things
               ;
               he
               kill'd
               
                 Python
              
               the
               Serpent
               ,
               because
               the
               Sun
               by
               his
               heat
               disperseth
               all
               putrified
               vapours
               ,
               and
               cleareth
               the
               air
               from
               mists
               ,
               for
               of
               putrifaction
               venemous
               beasts
               are
               procreated
               ;
               so
               he
               kill'd
               
                 Iupiters
              
               Thunder-makers
               ,
               because
               the
               Sun
               cleers
               the
               air
               ,
               and
               consumes
               those
               exhalations
               and
               moystures
               ,
               of
               which
               Thunder
               is
               ingendred
               .
               When
               
                 Apollo
              
               was
               born
               ,
               
                 Diana
              
               his
               sister
               ,
               who
               was
               first
               born
               ,
               was
               the
               Midwife
               to
               bring
               forth
               
                 Apollo
                 ;
              
               that
               may
               signifie
               that
               the
               Sun
               is
               freed
               from
               his
               eclipse
               and
               darknesse
               ,
               when
               the
               Moon
               departeth
               from
               him
               ;
               he
               is
               still
               Beardlesse
               ,
               to
               shew
               his
               perpetuall
               youth
               ,
               his
               long
               hair
               shews
               his
               beams
               ;
               he
               feedeth
               sheep
               ,
               because
               his
               heat
               produceth
               grasse
               ;
               he
               is
               carried
               in
               a
               Chariot
               drawn
               with
               four
               horses
               ,
               to
               shew
               his
               motion
               ,
               and
               the
               four
               seasons
               of
               the
               year
               ,
               or
               the
               four
               parts
               of
               the
               Artificiall
               day
               ;
               as
               his
               horses
               names
               do
               shew
               ,
               
                 b
              
               
                 Erythraeus
                 ,
                 Actaeon
                 ,
                 Lampos
                 ,
                 
                 Philogeus
                 ;
              
               for
               he
               is
               red
               in
               the
               morning
               ,
               cleer
               about
               nine
               of
               the
               clock
               ,
               in
               his
               full
               splendour
               at
               noon
               ,
               and
               draws
               to
               the
               earth
               in
               the
               evening
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               god
               of
               Wisdom
               ,
               not
               by
               infusing
               the
               habit
               or
               essence
               thereof
               ,
               but
               by
               preparing
               and
               fitting
               the
               Organs
               for
               the
               use
               and
               exercise
               thereof
               ,
               therefore
               Southern
               people
               are
               more
               subtile
               ,
               wise
               and
               ingenious
               ,
               then
               the
               Northern
               .
               And
               because
               from
               the
               Sun
               divers
               predictions
               are
               gathered
               of
               the
               alteration
               of
               weather
               ,
               and
               other
               
                 a
              
               sublunary
               mutations
               ,
               he
               was
               called
               the
               great
               Prophet
               ,
               and
               God
               of
               Divination
               ;
               he
               was
               also
               called
               the
               god
               of
               physick
               ,
               both
               because
               physicall
               hearbs
               have
               their
               strength
               from
               the
               Sun
               ,
               and
               oftentimes
               ,
               the
               spring
               cureth
               the
               winter
               diseases
               ,
               and
               the
               summer
               the
               infirmities
               of
               the
               spring
               ;
               he
               was
               called
               the
               god
               of
               musick
               ,
               because
               he
               cleers
               up
               the
               spirits
               of
               al
               things
               ;
               therefore
               the
               birds
               do
               welcome
               his
               approach
               with
               their
               melodious
               harminonie
               ;
               therefore
               the
               Swan
               was
               dedicated
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               the
               grashoppers
               also
               ;
               and
               as
               in
               musick
               so
               in
               his
               motion
               and
               operations
               there
               is
               a
               harmony
               ;
               and
               because
               he
               fits
               the
               air
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               
                 medium
              
               of
               musick
               and
               of
               all
               sounds
               ;
               the
               muses
               for
               this
               cause
               are
               in
               his
               custodie
               ;
               which
               were
               inlarged
               from
               three
               to
               9
               according
               as
               the
               number
               of
               strings
               increased
               in
               musicall
               instruments
               ;
               he
               was
               called
               an
               Archer
               because
               his
               beames
               like
               arrows
               fly
               every where
               ;
               His
               Tripos
               ,
               which
               some
               will
               have
               to
               be
               a
               table
               called
               also
               
                 b
              
               
                 Cortina
                 ,
              
               from
               
                 Pythons
              
               skin
               with
               which
               it
               was
               covered
               ,
               others
               a
               three
               footed
               vessell
               ,
               
               others
               a
               threefoot
               chair
               ,
               wherein
               they
               sate
               that
               prophesied
               ;
               I
               say
               this
               
                 Tripos
              
               may
               signifie
               the
               three
               circles
               in
               the
               zodiack
               which
               every
               yeare
               he
               toucheth
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               the
               ecliptick
               ,
               and
               the
               two
               tropicks
               .
               They
               that
               died
               suddenly
               or
               of
               any
               violent
               disease
               were
               said
               to
               be
               killed
               by
               
                 Apollo
                 ,
              
               because
               the
               Sun
               with
               extreme
               heat
               doth
               cause
               famine
               and
               infectious
               Feavers
               .
               Thus
               hee
               was
               said
               to
               shoot
               with
               his
               arrows
               ,
               
                 Amphions
              
               children
               ;
               to
               him
               were
               dedicated
               the
               strong
               Bull
               ,
               the
               white
               Swan
               ,
               the
               quick-sighted
               Raven
               ,
               to
               
                 a
              
               signifie
               the
               power
               ,
               and
               beauty
               ,
               and
               piercing
               light
               of
               the
               Sun
               ;
               which
               because
               it
               detecteth
               obscure
               things
               ,
               he
               was
               called
               a
               Prophet
               ;
               the
               Olive
               ,
               Palm
               ,
               and
               Bay-tree
               also
               were
               dedicated
               to
               him
               ,
               both
               because
               the
               Olive
               and
               Palm
               grow
               not
               ,
               but
               in
               hot
               countries
               ;
               and
               because
               they
               are
               ,
               as
               the
               Bay
               tree
               usefull
               in
               physick
               ,
               and
               of
               a
               hot
               quality
               like
               the
               Sun
               ,
               therefore
               he
               was
               said
               to
               be
               in
               love
               with
               
                 b
              
               
                 Daphne
              
               the
               daughter
               of
               the
               river
               
                 Peneus
                 ,
              
               because
               on
               the
               banks
               of
               that
               River
               are
               good
               store
               of
               Bay-trees
               :
               his
               shooes
               and
               garments
               were
               of
               gold
               ,
               to
               shew
               his
               colour
               ;
               he
               with
               
                 Neptune
              
               built
               the
               wals
               of
               
                 Troy
                 ,
              
               to
               shew
               that
               without
               Gods
               assistance
               no
               City
               or
               State
               ,
               can
               stād
               ,
               or
               be
               built
               .
               His
               love
               which
               he
               bare
               to
               the
               flower
               
                 Hyacinthus
              
               is
               to
               shew
               that
               flowers
               do
               bud
               and
               prosper
               by
               the
               Sun
               ,
               and
               die
               with
               cold
               winds
               ;
               therefore
               
                 Zephirus
              
               was
               the
               cause
               of
               his
               death
               ;
               and
               perhaps
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Neptune
              
               were
               said
               to
               build
               
                 Troys
              
               walls
               ,
               because
               
               morter
               and
               brick
               are
               made
               by
               the
               helpe
               of
               heat
               and
               water
               ;
               or
               because
               
                 Laomedon
              
               either
               stole
               or
               borrowed
               some
               treasure
               out
               of
               the
               Temples
               of
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Neptune
                 .
              
               2.
               
               Our
               Saviour
               Christ
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Apollo
                 ,
              
               both
               a
               destroyer
               of
               Satans
               kingdom
               ,
               and
               a
               saver
               of
               his
               people
               ;
               for
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               is
               as
               much
               as
               to
               lose
               by
               paying
               the
               price
               of
               redemption
               ,
               hee
               is
               the
               Sunne
               of
               Righteousnesse
               ,
               by
               whose
               beams
               and
               arrows
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               his
               word
               ,
               
                 Python
              
               the
               devil
               is
               subdued
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               Son
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               the
               God
               of
               Wisdome
               ,
               the
               great
               Prophet
               ,
               the
               Son
               of
               
                 Latona
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               an
               obseure
               maid
               :
               the
               true
               God
               of
               physick
               ,
               who
               cureth
               all
               our
               infirmities
               ;
               and
               the
               God
               of
               Musick
               too
               ,
               for
               that
               harmony
               of
               affections
               and
               communion
               of
               Saints
               in
               the
               Church
               is
               from
               him
               ;
               he
               hath
               subdued
               our
               Giants
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               our
               spirituall
               foes
               ,
               by
               whose
               malice
               the
               thunder
               of
               Gods
               wrath
               was
               kindled
               against
               us
               :
               He
               is
               immortal
               ,
               and
               the
               good
               Shepherd
               ,
               who
               hath
               laid
               down
               his
               life
               for
               his
               sheep
               ;
               having
               for
               his
               sheeps
               sake
               forsaken
               his
               Fathers
               glory
               ,
               and
               he
               it
               is
               who
               hath
               built
               the
               wals
               of
               Jerusalem
               .
               
                 Apollo
              
               was
               never
               so
               much
               in
               love
               with
               
                 Hyacinthus
                 ,
              
               as
               Christ
               was
               with
               the
               sons
               of
               men
               .
               3.
               
               As
               the
               Sunne
               amongst
               the
               Planets
               ;
               so
               is
               a
               King
               amongst
               his
               subjects
               ;
               a
               King
               is
               
                 Apollo
                 ,
              
               the
               destroyer
               of
               the
               wicked
               ,
               and
               a
               preserver
               of
               good
               men
               ;
               the
               light
               and
               life
               ,
               and
               beauty
               of
               his
               people
               ;
               a
               God
               of
               wisdome
               amongst
               them
               ,
               to
               guide
               them
               with
               good
               Lawes
               ;
               a
               God
               of
               physick
               ,
               to
               cut
               off
               rotten
               and
               hurtfull
               members
               ,
               to
               purge
               out
               all
               grosse
               humors
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               bad
               maners
               ,
               with
               the
               pills
               of
               justice
               ,
               and
               to
               cheere
               up
               with
               cordialls
               
               our
               rewards
               ,
               the
               sound
               and
               solid
               parts
               of
               the
               politick
               body
               ;
               he
               is
               a
               God
               of
               musick
               also
               ,
               for
               where
               there
               is
               no
               King
               or
               head
               ,
               there
               can
               be
               no
               harmony
               nor
               concord
               ;
               he
               is
               a
               Prophet
               to
               fore-see
               and
               prevent
               those
               dangers
               ,
               which
               the
               people
               cannot
               :
               he
               is
               a
               subduer
               of
               
                 Pythons
              
               and
               Giants
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               all
               pestiferous
               disturbers
               and
               oppressors
               of
               the
               State
               :
               his
               arrows
               are
               his
               Lawes
               and
               power
               ,
               which
               reacheth
               thorow
               all
               the
               parts
               of
               his
               dominiō
               :
               he
               is
               a
               good
               shepherd
               ,
               &
               Kings
               are
               
                 a
              
               so
               called
               ;
               and
               a
               King
               thus
               qualified
               shall
               be
               like
               the
               Sun
               ,
               still
               glorious
               ,
               immortall
               ,
               youthfull
               ,
               and
               green
               like
               the
               Palm
               ,
               Olive
               ,
               &
               Bay-tree
               ;
               but
               if
               he
               doth
               degenerat
               unto
               a
               tyrant
               ,
               then
               he
               is
               the
               cause
               of
               mortality
               ,
               as
               the
               Sun
               is
               ,
               when
               he
               inflames
               the
               aire
               with
               excessive
               heat
               .
            
             
               
                 When
                 God
                 out
                 of
                 rude
                 Chaos
                 drew
                 the
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 chas'd
                 away
                 the
                 long
                 confused
                 night
              
               
                 O're
                 all
                 this
                 All
                 ,
                 it
                 did
                 display
              
               
                 Its
                 golden
                 beams
                 ,
                 and
                 made
                 the
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 when
                 mankinde
                 did
                 in
                 the
                 Chaos
                 lye
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 ignorance
                 and
                 grosse
                 idolatry
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 did
                 arise
                 a
                 light
                 ,
                 a
                 Star
              
               
                 Brighter
                 then
                 Sun
                 or
                 Moon
                 by
                 far
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 his
                 fulgent
                 beams
                 did
                 soon
                 disperse
              
               
                 The
                 vapours
                 of
                 this
                 little
                 universe
              
               
                 Till
                 then
                 no
                 morning
                 did
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 sparkling
                 Stars
                 to
                 paint
                 the
                 skies
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 that
                 Sun
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 womans
                 seed
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 her
                 arrows
                 wounded
                 Pythons
                 head
                 ▪
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 he
                 who
                 kill'd
                 the
                 Gyants
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 were
                 the
                 causes
                 of
                 our
                 fall
                 .
              
               
               
                 He
                 is
                 that
                 shepherd
                 which
                 in
                 flowry
                 Meads
              
               
                 Doth
                 feed
                 his
                 wandring
                 flock
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 he
                 leads
              
               
                 Them
                 to
                 the
                 brook
                 that
                 softly
                 glides
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 shepherds-crook
                 them
                 guides
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 he
                 that
                 did
                 Jerusalem
                 immure
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 it
                 strong
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 might
                 stand
                 secure
              
               
                 Against
                 all
                 forrein
                 enemies
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 assaults
                 and
                 batteries
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 Wisdom
                 ,
                 he
                 that
                 Prophet
                 which
                 displaid
              
               
                 What
                 was
                 before
                 in
                 darknesse
                 bosome
                 laid
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 Oracles
                 did
                 never
                 fail
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 Miracles
                 made
                 all
                 men
                 quail
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 Sun
                 that
                 rides
                 triumphantly
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 blew
                 Chariot
                 of
                 the
                 spangled
                 sky
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 Chariot's
                 drawn
                 with
                 horses
                 four
                 ,
              
               
                 Justice
                 and
                 Truth
                 ,
                 Mercie
                 and
                 Power
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 all
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 whose
                 word
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 melody
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 sweeter
                 to
                 a
                 pensive
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 any
                 musick
                 we
                 can
                 finde
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 physick
                 ,
                 he
                 can
                 ease
              
               
                 The
                 soule
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
                 thy
                 body
                 of
                 disease
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 only
                 helps
                 the
                 heavie
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 only
                 cures
                 the
                 inward
                 smart
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 sometime
                 he
                 his
                 winged
                 shafts
                 le
                 ts
                 fly
              
               
                 Amongst
                 his
                 foes
                 ,
                 and
                 wounds
                 them
                 mortally
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 can
                 unbend
                 his
                 reaching
                 Bow
                 ?
              
               
                 Who
                 can
                 avoid
                 his
                 piercing
                 blow
                 ?
              
               
                 Then
                 seeing
                 Christ
                 is
                 this
                 resplendant
                 Sun
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Gyant-like
                 about
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 run
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 shew'd
                 to
                 Jews
                 his
                 rosie
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 all
                 Gentiles
                 offers
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 us
                 at
                 last
                 with
                 reverence
                 admire
              
               
                 This
                 great
                 Apollo
                 ,
                 heavens
                 greatest
                 fire
                 :
              
               
                 Come
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 Palms
                 and
                 Laurels
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 him
                 Io
                 Paeans
                 sing
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Apollo
                 and
                 a
                 King
                 parallel'd
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Like
                   as
                   Apollo's
                   sparkling
                   flame
                   ,
                
                 
                   Doth
                   cherish
                   with
                   his
                   beams
                   the
                   frame
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   round
                   Globe
                   we
                   see
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   Kings
                   extend
                   on
                   us
                   the
                   light
                
                 
                   Of
                   their
                   just
                   Laws
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   their
                   might
                
                 
                   Keep
                   us
                   from
                   injury
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   let
                   their
                   Arrows
                   flye
                   at
                   those
                
                 
                   Who
                   dares
                   their
                   Rules
                   and
                   Laws
                   oppose
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   vex
                   the
                   innocent
                   ▪
                
                 
                   A
                   King
                   the
                   plaguey
                   Python
                   slayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Gyants
                   that
                   will
                   Thunder
                   raise
                
                 
                   Within
                   his
                   firmament
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   a
                   good
                   Physitian
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   bitter
                   Pills
                   and
                   Cordialls
                   can
                
                 
                   Prescribe
                   when
                   he
                   thinks
                   cause
                
                 
                   He
                   makes
                   a
                   sweeter
                   harmony
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   Harp
                   ,
                   or
                   Lute
                   ,
                   or
                   Psaltery
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   well
                   tuned
                   Laws
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   holds
                   his
                   bow
                   with
                   his
                   left
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   at
                   his
                   right
                   the
                   graces
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   white
                   as
                   driven
                   snow
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   let
                   us
                   see
                   that
                   by
                   his
                   raign
                
                 
                   More
                   good
                   we
                   have
                   ,
                   and
                   much
                   more
                   gain
                
                 
                   Then
                   damage
                   by
                   his
                   bow
                   ▪
                
                 
                   The
                   Muses
                   in
                   a
                   grove
                   of
                   Bayes
                
                 
                   About
                   him
                   dance
                   ,
                   and
                   sing
                   sweet
                   layes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Each
                   hath
                   her
                   instrument
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   shew
                   ,
                   that
                   under
                   such
                   a
                   King
                
                 
                   All
                   things
                   do
                   flourish
                   ,
                   Schoolers
                   sing
                
                 
                   With
                   comfort
                   and
                   content
                   ▪
                
                 
                   He
                   hath
                   the
                   Ravens
                   piercing
                   eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   's
                   a
                   white
                   Swan
                   in
                   purity
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   the
                   Bullocks
                   strength
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   He
                   shall
                   out-live
                   the
                   Palm
                   and
                   Bay
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Name
                   and
                   Laws
                   shall
                   not
                   decay
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   conquer
                   all
                   at
                   length
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   head
                   doth
                   shine
                   with
                   golden
                   locks
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   a
                   shepherd
                   of
                   great
                   flocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whom
                   in
                   the
                   fragrant
                   Meads
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   feeds
                   and
                   guides
                   them
                   with
                   his
                   crook
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   drives
                   them
                   to
                   the
                   silver
                   Brook
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   the
                   shades
                   them
                   leads
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   wears
                   a
                   Tripos
                   on
                   his
                   Crown
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Triple
                   Monster
                   trampled
                   down
                   ,
                
                 
                   Before
                   him
                   prostrate
                   lyes
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   if
                   this
                   Sun
                   shines
                   anywhere
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   shines
                   sure
                   in
                   our
                   Northern
                   sphaere
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   moves
                   in
                   British
                   skies
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ARACHNE
             .
          
           
             SHee
             was
             a
             Lydian
             Maid
             ,
             skilfull
             in
             weaving
             and
             spinning
             ,
             and
             by
             
               Minerva
            
             (
             for
             her
             insolencie
             ,
             in
             provoking
             a
             goddesse
             )
             was
             turned
             into
             a
             Spider
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THis
               
                 Arachne
              
               did
               learne
               of
               the
               Spider
               to
               spin
               and
               weave
               ;
               for
               the
               beasts
               are
               in
               many
               things
               our
               schoole-masters
               .
               2.
               
               It
               is
               not
               good
               to
               be
               proud
               and
               insolent
               of
               any
               art
               or
               knowledge
               .
               3.
               
               Subtill
               and
               trifling
               sophisters
               ,
               who
               with
               intricacies
               and
               querks
               intangle
               men
               ,
               are
               no
               better
               than
               Spiders
               ,
               whose
               captious
               fallacies
               are
               no
               lesse
               hatefull
               to
               the
               wise
               ,
               than
               
                 Arachnes
              
               web
               was
               to
               
                 Minerva
                 .
              
               4.
               
               Partial
               Judges
               use
               their
               lawes
               ,
               as
               Spiders
               doe
               their
               webs
               ,
               to
               catch
               little
               
               flyes
               ,
               and
               let
               the
               great
               ones
               passe
               thorow
               .
               5.
               
               Covetous
               men
               are
               like
               Spiders
               ,
               they
               unbowel
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               they
               consume
               and
               spend
               themselves
               with
               care
               and
               toyle
               ,
               to
               catch
               a
               fly
               ;
               for
               wealth
               in
               the
               end
               ,
               will
               be
               found
               little
               better
               .
               6.
               
               Envie
               and
               a
               slandering
               tongue
               is
               like
               a
               Spider
               ,
               which
               doth
               crack
               the
               purest
               glasses
               ,
               so
               doe
               they
               poyson
               the
               best
               men
               .
               7.
               
               We
               should
               be
               Spiders
               in
               providence
               they
               hang
               their
               nets
               in
               windowes
               ,
               where
               they
               know
               flyes
               most
               resort
               ,
               and
               worke
               most
               in
               warme
               weather
               ,
               for
               then
               the
               flyes
               come
               most
               abroad
               ;
               and
               like
               Mice
               ,
               they
               foretell
               the
               rume
               of
               an
               house
               ,
               by
               falling
               and
               running
               away
               ,
               as
               
                 Pliny
              
               sheweth
               .
            
             
               
                 Thou
                 that
                 in
                 knowledge
                 dost
                 excell
                 ,
                 Must
                 humble
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 think
                 what
                 on
                 Arachne
                 fell
                 ,
                 May
                 fall
                 on
                 thee
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 her
                 pride
                 did
                 her
                 undo
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 pride
                 may
                 overthrow
                 thee
                 too
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Let
                 not
                 the
                 miser
                 spend
                 his
                 strength
                 ,
                 And
                 lose
                 his
                 health
              
               
                 To
                 catch
                 a
                 silly
                 Fly
                 at
                 length
                 ,
                 For
                 such
                 is
                 wealth
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 carefull
                 wretch
                 at
                 his
                 last
                 gasp
              
               
                 Shall
                 finde
                 that
                 wealth
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 wasp
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Take
                 heed
                 thou
                 do
                 not
                 use
                 thy
                 tongue
                 To
                 sting
                 the
                 good
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 that
                 thus
                 good
                 men
                 do
                 wrong
                 ,
                 Are
                 Spiders
                 brood
                 :
              
               
                 Nay
                 worse
                 ;
                 for
                 bad
                 tongues
                 far
                 surpasse
              
               
                 That
                 poyson
                 which
                 cracks
                 but
                 a
                 glasse
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Judges
                 your
                 Laws
                 you
                 must
                 not
                 make
                 ,
                 Like
                 Spiders
                 cords
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 onely
                 Pesants
                 use
                 to
                 take
                 And
                 passe
                 by
                 Lords
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 indeed
                 a
                 powerfull
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 keeps
                 bo●h
                 rich
                 and
                 poor
                 in
                 awe
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 we
                 must
                 Spiders
                 strive
                 to
                 be
                 In
                 providence
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 dangers
                 are
                 we
                 must
                 foresee
                 ,
                 And
                 flye
                 from
                 thence
                 ;
              
               
                 Sea-men
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 good
                 forecast
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 soon
                 surpris'd
                 with
                 every
                 blast
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ARION
          
           
             WAs
             a
             skilfull
             musitian
             ,
             who
             having
             got
             great
             wealth
             ,
             and
             sailing
             to
             
               Lesbos
               ,
            
             was
             robbed
             by
             the
             mariners
             ,
             &
             appointed
             to
             be
             flung
             in
             the
             sea
             ,
             who
             having
             leave
             to
             play
             on
             his
             Harpe
             ,
             so
             charmed
             the
             Dolphins
             ,
             that
             they
             received
             him
             on
             their
             backs
             ,
             and
             carried
             him
             to
             
               Tenarus
               ,
            
             where
             the
             Dolphin
             dyed
             ,
             that
             carried
             him
             ,
             being
             left
             on
             the
             shoare
             ,
             and
             was
             placed
             among
             the
             stars
             ;
             the
             mariners
             were
             taken
             and
             put
             to
             death
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THis
               Dolphin
               was
               a
               ship
               
                 a
              
               so
               called
               ,
               from
               the
               image
               of
               the
               Dolphin
               upon
               the
               sterne
               .
               2.
               
               Here
               also
               wee
               may
               see
               the
               force
               of
               eloquence
               ,
               by
               which
               
               wilde
               men
               are
               charmed
               .
               3.
               
               No
               sin
               is
               done
               in
               secret
               ,
               but
               shall
               be
               revealed
               ,
               especially
               murther
               ,
               which
               oftentimes
               is
               strangely
               discovered
               .
               4.
               
               God
               doth
               not
               let
               good
               turnes
               goe
               unrewarded
               ,
               which
               is
               signified
               by
               the
               Dolphin
               made
               a
               constellation
               .
               5.
               
               Here
               wee
               see
               
                 Arions
              
               ingratitude
               ,
               who
               let
               the
               Dolphin
               die
               on
               the
               shoare
               .
               6.
               
               The
               love
               of
               Dolphins
               to
               man
               ,
               may
               teach
               us
               love
               one
               to
               another
               .
               7.
               
               The
               
                 a
              
               Dolphins
               never
               rest
               ,
               not
               when
               they
               sleep
               ;
               they
               are
               the
               swiftest
               of
               all
               fishes
               ,
               and
               most
               intelligent
               ;
               pious
               to
               their
               own
               kind
               ,
               in
               carrying
               out
               their
               dead
               bodies
               to
               the
               shoare
               .
               8.
               
               When
               Satan
               drove
               us
               out
               of
               Paradise
               into
               the
               sea
               of
               this
               world
               ,
               the
               Dolphin
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               Church
               ,
               received
               us
               ,
               and
               by
               the
               musick
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ,
               we
               are
               saved
               .
            
             
               
                 That
                 arch-Thief
                 Satan
                 ,
                 Pyrate
                 of
                 mankinde
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 rob'd
                 us
                 of
                 Gods
                 grace
                 ,
                 had
                 spoil'd
                 the
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 flung
                 us
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 misery
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 we
                 must
                 have
                 dyed
                 eternally
                 :
              
               
                 Ev'n
                 as
                 those
                 Theeves
                 who
                 had
                 conspir'd
                 to
                 'ntomb
              
               
                 Arion
                 in
                 old
                 Glaucus
                 glassy
                 womb
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 his
                 Harp
                 from
                 that
                 salt
                 grave
                 was
                 saved
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 the
                 Dolphins
                 scaly
                 back
                 received
                 :
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 ,
                 as
                 on
                 a
                 horse
                 triumphing
                 rides
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 musick
                 charms
                 the
                 windes
                 and
                 tides
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 sea-Nymphs
                 are
                 amaz'd
                 to
                 hear
                 such
                 noise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 unusuall
                 dancings
                 shew
                 their
                 joyes
                 .
              
               
                 Stern
                 Neptunes
                 Trident
                 doth
                 the
                 waves
                 appease
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Tritons
                 blew
                 horse
                 tramples
                 on
                 the
                 seas
                 ;
              
               
                 Thetis
                 stands
                 still
                 and
                 hears
                 ,
                 the
                 fishes
                 skip
              
               
                 To
                 hear
                 this
                 Song
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 this
                 living
                 ship
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Dolphin
                 was
                 the
                 ship
                 ,
                 the
                 pilot
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 The
                 compasse
                 too
                 ,
                 that
                 brought
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 land
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 this
                 was
                 true
                 ,
                 t'
                 was
                 strange
                 ,
                 sure
                 this
                 I
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Satan
                 out
                 of
                 Paradise
                 did
                 throw
              
               
                 Adam
                 unto
                 a
                 briny
                 sea
                 of
                 cares
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 had
                 more
                 dangers
                 then
                 his
                 head
                 had
                 hairs
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 breath
                 of
                 Gods
                 just
                 indignation
              
               
                 Did
                 raise
                 the
                 billows
                 of
                 this
                 Ocean
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 with
                 a
                 night
                 of
                 clouds
                 obscur'd
                 the
                 sky
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 involve
                 with
                 mists
                 heavens
                 brightest
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 incontrolled
                 storm
                 did
                 rore
                 and
                 rage
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 nothing
                 could
                 the
                 wrath
                 thereof
                 asswage
                 ,
              
               
                 Untill
                 that
                 storm
                 was
                 heard
                 which
                 calm'd
                 the
                 seas
                 ,
              
               
                 Unmask'd
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 the
                 windes
                 appease
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Gentile
                 Princes
                 ,
                 who
                 before
                 were
                 wilde
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 by
                 this
                 musick
                 charm'd
                 ,
                 &
                 made
                 more
                 milde
                 .
              
               
                 Sions
                 new
                 Song
                 hath
                 caus'd
                 great
                 Potentates
              
               
                 Submit
                 to
                 Christ
                 their
                 crowns
                 ,
                 their
                 wealth
                 ,
                 their
                 states
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 yeeld
                 their
                 backs
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 him
                 they
                 support
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 sea-tossed
                 members
                 to
                 their
                 port
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 Arion
                 did
                 the
                 fish
                 bestride
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 through
                 the
                 main
                 was
                 both
                 his
                 ship
                 and
                 guide
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 Christ
                 supports
                 us
                 to
                 our
                 wish'd
                 for
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 's
                 Winde
                 ,
                 and
                 Star
                 ,
                 Card
                 ,
                 Pilot
                 ,
                 Ship
                 ,
                 and
                 Oare
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 the
                 Church
                 the
                 Dolphin
                 is
                 ;
                 the
                 Gale
              
               
                 Gods
                 Word
                 ;
                 the
                 World
                 's
                 the
                 Sea
                 on
                 which
                 we
                 sail
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 through
                 this
                 Sea
                 would
                 passe
                 ,
                 and
                 come
                 to
                 land
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 use
                 this
                 Gale
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 this
                 Dolphin
                 stand
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ARISTAEUS
          
           
             WAs
             the
             son
             of
             
               Apollo
            
             and
             
               Cyrene
               ,
            
             a
             shepherd
             ,
             a
             keeper
             of
             Bees
             ,
             who
             first
             found
             out
             honey
             and
             oil
             ;
             he
             was
             in
             love
             with
             
               Euridice
               ,
            
             who
             being
             pursued
             by
             him
             ,
             run
             away
             ,
             and
             was
             kill'd
             by
             a
             serpent
             ;
             therefore
             
             the
             Nymphs
             were
             angry
             ,
             and
             destroyed
             his
             Bees
             ;
             he
             obtained
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Neptune
               ,
            
             that
             the
             pestilentiall
             heat
             of
             the
             Dog-dayes
             ,
             wherein
             was
             great
             mortality
             ,
             should
             be
             mitigated
             with
             windes
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               
                 Aristaeus
              
               may
               be
               meant
               Wisdom
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               best
               thing
               in
               man
               ,
               as
               the
               
                 a
              
               word
               shews
               ;
               which
               is
               begot
               of
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               
                 Cyrene
              
               the
               daughter
               of
               the
               river
               
                 Peneus
                 ,
              
               because
               the
               moderate
               heat
               ,
               and
               proportion
               of
               moisture
               make
               a
               good
               temper
               ,
               and
               so
               the
               Organs
               are
               fitted
               for
               the
               exercise
               of
               wisdom
               ;
               by
               which
               honey
               and
               oil
               ,
               things
               most
               pleasant
               and
               usefull
               for
               the
               life
               of
               man
               were
               invented
               ;
               by
               wisdom
               the
               heat
               of
               the
               Dog-dayes
               is
               tempered
               ,
               because
               a
               wise
               man
               knows
               how
               to
               prevent
               and
               avoid
               the
               inconveniencies
               of
               the
               heaven
               ;
               
                 sapiens
                 dominabitur
                 astris
                 :
                 Euridice
                 ,
              
               is
               a
               deep
               or
               large
               judgement
               which
               is
               nothing
               else
               but
               that
               act
               of
               the
               intellect
               in
               
                 b
              
               determining
               what
               is
               right
               ,
               what
               wrong
               ,
               what
               to
               be
               chosen
               ,
               what
               avoided
               ,
               and
               so
               the
               will
               ,
               whose
               office
               it
               is
               ,
               to
               chuse
               or
               refuse
               is
               directed
               and
               guided
               by
               the
               judgement
               :
               A
               wise
               man
               desires
               to
               injoy
               a
               right
               judgement
               ,
               and
               to
               regulate
               his
               actions
               accordingly
               ;
               but
               this
               
                 Euridice
              
               doth
               often
               fail
               
                 Aristaeus
                 ,
              
               and
               is
               wounded
               by
               the
               serpent
               of
               our
               corrupt
               nature
               ;
               so
               that
               this
               failing
               ,
               
                 Aristaeus
              
               loseth
               his
               Bees
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               faileth
               in
               his
               inventions
               ,
               and
               wants
               the
               sweetnesse
               and
               comfort
               which
               
               he
               should
               take
               in
               his
               actions
               ;
               this
               made
               S.
               
                 Paul
              
               confesse
               ,
               that
               he
               did
               what
               hee
               would
               not
               doe
               ,
               and
               what
               he
               would
               do
               ,
               he
               did
               not
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Aristaeus
              
               is
               a
               King
               ,
               a
               shepherd
               ,
               and
               the
               best
               man
               of
               his
               Kingdom
               ,
               by
               whose
               invention
               we
               have
               honey
               and
               oil
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               delight
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               necessary
               by
               his
               good
               government
               ;
               whose
               wisdom
               doth
               prevent
               the
               infectious
               heat
               of
               Dog-dayes
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               oppression
               ,
               tumults
               and
               rebellion
               ;
               but
               if
               at
               any
               time
               
                 Euridice
                 ,
              
               right
               judgement
               ,
               being
               stung
               by
               serpentine
               flatterers
               who
               mis-inform
               him
               be
               wanting
               ,
               then
               the
               Bees
               perish
               ,
               and
               the
               subjects
               go
               to
               ruine
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Aristaeus
              
               is
               the
               coelestiall
               heat
               ,
               the
               effect
               of
               the
               Sun
               ,
               joyned
               with
               moderate
               moisture
               ,
               by
               which
               .
               Bees
               ,
               and
               Olives
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               usefull
               for
               our
               life
               are
               procreated
               and
               cherished
               ;
               by
               the
               secret
               influence
               of
               this
               heat
               ,
               those
               Northern
               windes
               in
               
                 Pontus
                 ,
                 Aegypt
                 ,
              
               and
               other
               places
               are
               raised
               ,
               which
               after
               the
               Summer
               solstice
               ,
               blow
               ,
               and
               last
               four
               dayes
               ,
               by
               which
               the
               rage
               of
               the
               Dog-star
               is
               mitigated
               ;
               these
               winds
               are
               called
               
                 Etesii
                 ,
              
               because
               every
               yeer
               they
               blow
               at
               the
               same
               season
               ;
               in
               
                 Spain
              
               and
               
                 Asia
              
               these
               Etesian
               windes
               blow
               from
               the
               East
               ;
               this
               heat
               working
               upon
               
                 Iupiter
              
               and
               
                 Neptune
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               on
               the
               air
               and
               sea
               ,
               doth
               cause
               and
               generate
               these
               windes
               ;
               now
               ,
               as
               this
               coelestiall
               heat
               produceth
               and
               cherisheth
               Bees
               ,
               so
               
                 Euridice
                 ,
              
               mans
               judgement
               ,
               art
               ,
               and
               industry
               must
               be
               joyned
               ;
               otherwayes
               by
               the
               Nymphs
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               too
               much
               rain
               ,
               or
               by
               many
               other
               wayes
               the
               Bees
               may
               fail
               ,
               and
               if
               they
               fail
               ,
               the
               same
               heat
               ,
               out
               of
               putrified
               matter
               may
               make
               a
               new
               generation
               .
               4.
               
               Christ
               is
               the
               
               true
               
                 Aristaeus
                 ,
              
               the
               good
               shepherd
               ,
               the
               best
               of
               men
               ,
               and
               the
               son
               of
               God
               ,
               by
               whom
               we
               have
               honey
               and
               oil
               ,
               comfort
               and
               spirituall
               joy
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               else
               ,
               at
               whose
               request
               the
               heat
               and
               Dog-star
               of
               Gods
               anger
               was
               appeased
               ;
               he
               is
               in
               love
               with
               our
               souls
               ,
               as
               
                 Aristaeus
              
               with
               
                 Euridice
                 ;
              
               but
               we
               run
               from
               him
               ,
               and
               are
               stung
               by
               the
               serpent
               the
               Devil
               ;
               we
               dyed
               with
               
                 Euridice
                 ,
              
               we
               were
               destroyed
               with
               
                 Aristaeus
              
               his
               Bees
               ,
               untill
               he
               restored
               us
               again
               to
               life
               by
               the
               sacrifice
               of
               his
               own
               body
               .
            
             
               
                 When
                 Aristaeus
                 lost
                 his
                 troops
              
               
                 Of
                 honey
                 ,
                 people
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 hopes
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 Cyrene
                 he
                 ador'd
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 his
                 swarms
                 again
                 restor'd
                 .
              
               
                 Wee
                 are
                 the
                 Bees
                 ,
                 and
                 Christ
                 is
                 he
              
               
                 Who
                 would
                 himself
                 an
                 offring
                 be
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 both
                 Altar
                 ,
                 Priest
                 and
                 Hoast
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 found
                 us
                 out
                 when
                 we
                 were
                 lost
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 got
                 us
                 pleasure
                 by
                 his
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 death
                 's
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 his
                 losse
                 our
                 gain
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 we
                 do
                 injoy
                 our
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 our
                 wexin
                 Kingdom
                 thrives
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 we
                 sit
                 on
                 fragrant
                 flowers
                 ,
              
               
                 Bedew'd
                 with
                 pearly
                 drops
                 and
                 showers
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 our
                 Cells
                 with
                 Nectar
                 flow
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 our
                 yong
                 ones
                 live
                 and
                 grow
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 we
                 play
                 in
                 open
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 the
                 Heavens
                 are
                 so
                 fair
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 we
                 have
                 so
                 long
                 a
                 Spring
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 our
                 humming
                 Meads
                 do
                 ring
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 this
                 we
                 have
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 then
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 vertue
                 of
                 Christs
                 sacrifice
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 he
                 who
                 with
                 his
                 gentle
                 breath
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Tempers
                 the
                 heat
                 of
                 Jova's
                 wrath
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 he
                 that
                 loves
                 us
                 night
                 and
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 like
                 fools
                 we
                 run
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 our
                 husband
                 ,
                 not
                 our
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 whither
                 will
                 you
                 from
                 him
                 go
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 run
                 ,
                 but
                 do
                 not
                 see
                 ,
                 alas
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Serpent
                 that
                 lurks
                 in
                 the
                 grasse
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 when
                 thou
                 dost
                 call
                 on
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Uncase
                 my
                 eyes
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 see
              
               
                 Thy
                 love
                 ,
                 and
                 beauty
                 of
                 thy
                 face
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 support
                 me
                 with
                 thy
                 grace
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 stand
                 ;
                 or
                 if
                 I
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 lose
                 my
                 soul
                 withall
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ATALANTA
             .
          
           
             SHe
             was
             the
             daughter
             of
             King
             
               Ceneus
               ,
            
             so
             swift
             in
             running
             ,
             that
             no
             man
             could
             match
             her
             ;
             only
             
               Hippomenes
            
             overcame
             her
             ,
             by
             casting
             in
             her
             way
             three
             golden
             apples
             ,
             at
             which
             whilst
             shee
             stooped
             to
             take
             them
             up
             ,
             she
             lost
             her
             race
             ;
             she
             was
             the
             first
             that
             shot
             the
             
               Calydonian
            
             Boare
             ;
             and
             with
             the
             sharpe
             point
             of
             her
             spear
             ,
             brought
             water
             out
             of
             a
             rock
             ;
             but
             for
             lying
             in
             
               Cybeles
            
             temple
             with
             
               Hippomenes
               ,
            
             shee
             was
             turned
             into
             a
             Lionesse
             ,
             and
             he
             into
             a
             Lion
             ,
             which
             drew
             
               Cybeles
            
             Chariot
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               HEre
               we
               have
               the
               picture
               of
               a
               whore
               ,
               who
               runnes
               swiftly
               in
               the
               broad
               way
               that
               leadeth
               to
               destruction
               ;
               if
               any
               thing
               stay
               her
               course
               ,
               it
               is
               wise
               counsell
               and
               admonition
               ;
               for
               wisdom
               is
               represented
               by
               gold
               .
               
               It
               is
               she
               that
               kils
               the
               Boars
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               wanton
               and
               unruly
               youths
               ,
               wounding
               both
               their
               bodies
               ,
               soules
               and
               estates
               ,
               and
               therefore
               hath
               a
               sharp
               speare
               ,
               to
               draw
               water
               out
               of
               rocks
               ;
               because
               many
               who
               at
               first
               were
               senselesse
               like
               stones
               ,
               being
               deepely
               wounded
               with
               remorse
               for
               their
               former
               folly
               and
               stupidity
               ,
               fall
               to
               repentance
               ,
               to
               weeping
               and
               lamenting
               ,
               considering
               what
               they
               have
               lost
               :
               and
               as
               
                 Atalanta
              
               defiled
               
                 Cybeles
              
               temple
               ,
               so
               doth
               a
               whore
               pollute
               her
               body
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               Temple
               of
               the
               Holy
               Ghost
               ;
               so
               doth
               the
               whore-master
               make
               his
               body
               all
               one
               with
               the
               body
               of
               an
               harlot
               ;
               and
               so
               both
               degenerat
               from
               humanity
               ,
               and
               participate
               of
               the
               cruelty
               and
               lasciviousnesse
               of
               Lions
               ,
               and
               by
               this
               means
               become
               miserable
               slaves
               and
               drudges
               to
               
                 Cybele
                 ,
              
               mother
               earth
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               to
               all
               earthly
               affections
               and
               lust
               .
               2.
               
               As
               
                 Atalantas
              
               course
               was
               interrupted
               by
               golden
               apples
               ,
               so
               is
               the
               course
               of
               Justice
               oftentimes
               stopped
               with
               golden
               bribes
               .
               3.
               
               Here
               we
               see
               that
               one
               sinne
               draweth
               after
               it
               another
               ,
               worse
               than
               the
               former
               ;
               fornication
               begetteth
               profanenesse
               ,
               and
               profanenesse
               cruelty
               ,
               and
               miserable
               servitude
               to
               earthly
               lusts
               .
               4.
               
               Let
               us
               with
               
                 Atalanta
              
               run
               the
               race
               that
               is
               set
               before
               us
               ,
               and
               wound
               the
               boare
               of
               our
               wanton
               lusts
               ,
               &
               draw
               water
               from
               our
               rocky
               hearts
               ,
               let
               us
               take
               heed
               ,
               that
               the
               golden
               apples
               of
               worldly
               pleasure
               and
               profit
               ,
               which
               
                 Hippomenes
              
               the
               Devil
               flings
               in
               our
               way
               ,
               may
               not
               hinder
               our
               course
               ;
               commit
               not
               spirituall
               fornication
               with
               him
               in
               the
               temple
               of
               
                 Cybele
                 ,
              
               lest
               God
               in
               his
               just
               anger
               ,
               make
               our
               condition
               worse
               than
               the
               condition
               of
               the
               brute
               and
               savage
               beasts
               .
            
             
             
               
                 We
                 're
                 all
                 in
                 Atalanta's
                 case
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 run
                 apace
                 ,
              
               
                 Untill
                 our
                 wandring
                 eyes
                 behold
              
               
                 The
                 glitt'ring
                 gold
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 we
                 lose
                 in
                 vanity
              
               
                 Our
                 race
                 ,
                 and
                 our
                 virginity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Gods
                 holy
                 Temple
                 we
                 pollute
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 prostitute
              
               
                 Our
                 souls
                 to
                 foul
                 Hippomenes
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 boldnesse
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 having
                 lost
                 humanity
                 ,
              
               
                 Fierce
                 Lyons
                 we
                 become
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 then
                 our
                 heads
                 we
                 must
                 submit
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 curb
                 and
                 bit
              
               
                 Of
                 mother
                 earth
                 ,
                 whose
                 heavie
                 Wain
              
               
                 We
                 draw
                 with
                 pain
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 we
                 cannot
                 cease
                 to
                 draw
              
               
                 Earth
                 ,
                 till
                 earth
                 hide
                 us
                 in
                 her
                 maw
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 that
                 we
                 could
                 our
                 sins
                 deplore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 kill
                 the
                 Boare
              
               
                 Of
                 wanton
                 lusts
                 ,
                 e're
                 we
                 hence
                 go
              
               
                 To
                 shades
                 below
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 that
                 our
                 rocky
                 hearts
                 could
                 rend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 them
                 Chrystall
                 Rivers
                 send
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 God
                 ,
                 all
                 filthy
                 lusts
                 destroy
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 me
                 annoy
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 give
                 my
                 flinty
                 heart
                 a
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 tears
                 may
                 flow
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 me
                 not
                 thy
                 house
                 profane
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 thou
                 hast
                 purchas'd
                 with
                 thy
                 pain
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             ATLAS
          
           
             WAs
             the
             son
             of
             
               Iapetus
               ,
            
             and
             brother
             of
             
               Prometheus
               ,
            
             or
             as
             others
             say
             ,
             he
             was
             begotten
             of
             heaven
             and
             the
             day
             ;
             if
             this
             was
             not
             another
             
               Atlas
               ;
            
             hee
             was
             King
             of
             
               Mauritania
               ,
            
             and
             had
             a
             garden
             where
             grew
             golden
             apples
             ,
             he
             was
             turned
             into
             a
             mountain
             by
             
               Perseus
               ,
               Iupiters
            
             son
             ,
             upon
             the
             sight
             of
             
               Gorgons
            
             head
             ,
             because
             he
             refused
             to
             lodge
             him
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 ATlas
              
               is
               the
               name
               of
               an
               high
               hill
               ,
               which
               for
               the
               height
               thereof
               ,
               being
               higher
               than
               the
               clouds
               ,
               was
               said
               to
               support
               heaven
               ,
               and
               to
               be
               begotten
               of
               heaven
               and
               day
               ,
               because
               of
               the
               continuall
               light
               on
               the
               top
               of
               it
               ,
               as
               being
               never
               obscured
               with
               mists
               ,
               clouds
               ,
               and
               vapours
               .
               2.
               
               This
               is
               the
               name
               of
               him
               who
               first
               found
               out
               the
               knowledge
               of
               Astronomy
               ,
               and
               invented
               the
               Spheare
               ;
               which
               some
               think
               was
               
                 Henoch
                 ,
              
               and
               for
               this
               knowledge
               was
               said
               to
               support
               heaven
               .
               3.
               
               This
               is
               the
               name
               of
               a
               king
               in
               
                 Mauritania
                 ,
              
               who
               perhaps
               from
               the
               bignesse
               ,
               and
               strength
               of
               his
               body
               ,
               was
               called
               a
               mountain
               ;
               and
               was
               said
               to
               have
               a
               garden
               of
               golden
               apples
               ,
               because
               of
               the
               plenty
               of
               golden
               mines
               in
               his
               Kingdom
               .
               4.
               
               God
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Atlas
                 ,
              
               by
               whose
               Word
               and
               power
               the
               world
               is
               sustained
               ;
               that
               mountain
               on
               which
               we
               may
               securely
               rest
               ,
               who
               only
               hath
               golden
               apples
               and
               true
               riches
               to
               bestow
               on
               us
               .
               5.
               
               The
               
               Church
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Atlas
                 ,
              
               a
               supporter
               of
               a
               Kingdom
               ,
               the
               child
               of
               heaven
               ,
               the
               hill
               on
               which
               God
               will
               rest
               ,
               on
               which
               there
               is
               continuall
               light
               and
               day
               ,
               a
               rock
               against
               which
               hell
               gates
               cannot
               prevaile
               ;
               where
               is
               the
               garden
               of
               golden
               apples
               ,
               the
               Word
               and
               Sacraments
               .
               6.
               
               A
               King
               is
               the
               
                 Atlas
              
               of
               his
               Common-wealth
               ,
               both
               for
               strength
               and
               greatnesse
               ,
               there
               is
               the
               day
               and
               light
               of
               knowledge
               in
               him
               ,
               which
               the
               people
               cannot
               see
               ;
               
                 a
              
               
                 Prometheus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               Providence
               is
               his
               brother
               ;
               by
               the
               meanes
               of
               his
               knowledge
               and
               providence
               the
               Kingdome
               is
               supported
               ,
               and
               his
               gardens
               are
               filled
               with
               golden
               apples
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               his
               treasures
               with
               mony
               .
               7.
               
               He
               deserves
               not
               to
               be
               called
               a
               man
               ,
               but
               a
               monster
               ,
               who
               wil
               not
               be
               hospitable
               ;
               for
               
                 homo
                 ab
                 humanitate
                 ;
              
               and
               
                 b
              
               
                 Iupiter
              
               is
               the
               god
               of
               hospitality
               ,
               who
               punisheth
               the
               violation
               of
               it
               .
               8.
               
               As
               
                 Perseus
              
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               sought
               lodging
               from
               
                 Atlas
                 ,
              
               but
               could
               have
               none
               ,
               and
               therfore
               turned
               him
               into
               a
               senselesse
               hill
               .
               So
               Christ
               the
               Son
               of
               God
               ,
               knocks
               at
               the
               doors
               of
               our
               hearts
               ,
               whom
               if
               wee
               refuse
               to
               let
               in
               ,
               wee
               shew
               our selves
               to
               bee
               more
               senselesse
               and
               stupid
               then
               hill
               
                 Atlas
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Go
                 too
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 thy
                 doors
                 unlock
                 ,
              
               
                 Behold
                 the
                 Son
                 of
                 God
                 doth
                 knock
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 offers
                 to
                 come
                 in
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 suffer
                 not
                 to
                 go
                 from
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 great
                 a
                 God
                 ,
                 so
                 just
                 a
                 Prince
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 were
                 a
                 grievous
                 sin
                 .
              
               
                 Refuse
                 not
                 then
                 to
                 intertain
              
               
                 So
                 great
                 a
                 guest
                 ,
                 who
                 would
                 so
                 fain
              
               
               
                 Come
                 lodge
                 and
                 sup
                 with
                 thee
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 refuse
                 ,
                 he
                 can
                 command
              
               
                 The
                 Gorgon
                 which
                 is
                 in
                 his
                 hand
              
               
                 Thy
                 soul
                 to
                 terrifie
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 word
                 the
                 Gorgon
                 is
                 ,
                 which
                 can
              
               
                 Turn
                 unto
                 senslesse
                 stones
                 that
                 man
              
               
                 Whose
                 gates
                 will
                 not
                 display
              
               
                 Themselves
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 still
                 intreats
              
               
                 To
                 come
                 unto
                 our
                 Cabinets
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 wee
                 'll
                 not
                 give
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 whose
                 word
                 doth
                 me
                 sustain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 that
                 's
                 in
                 the
                 earth
                 and
                 main
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 painted
                 skies
                 :
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 those
                 goodly
                 fruits
                 of
                 gold
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 thy
                 gardens
                 shine
                 ,
                 behold
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 my
                 feeble
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 Lord
                 give
                 the
                 King
                 a
                 lasting
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 strength
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 may
                 bear
                 the
                 frame
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 great
                 Monarchy
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 whom
                 if
                 Prudence
                 do
                 not
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 light
                 of
                 Knowledge
                 from
                 his
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 Wee
                 'll
                 fear
                 no
                 Anarchy
                 .
              
               
                 Make
                 thou
                 his
                 golden
                 splendor
                 shine
              
               
                 As
                 far
                 as
                 did
                 King
                 Atlas
                 Mine
              
               
                 To
                 earths
                 remotest
                 bound
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 his
                 head
                 ascend
                 as
                 high
              
               
                 As
                 Atlas
                 did
                 above
                 the
                 sky
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 light
                 and
                 glory
                 crown'd
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             AURORA
             .
          
           
             THe
             daughter
             of
             
               Hiperion
            
             and
             
               Thia
               ,
            
             or
             as
             others
             write
             ,
             of
             
               Titan
            
             and
             the
             Earth
             ,
             the
             sister
             of
             
               Sol
            
             and
             
               Luna
            
             drawne
             in
             a
             chariot
             ,
             sometimes
             with
             four
             horses
             ,
             sometimes
             with
             two
             only
             ;
             she
             useth
             to
             leave
             
             her
             husband
             
               Tithonus
            
             with
             her
             son
             
               Memnon
            
             abed
             in
             
               Delos
               ;
            
             shee
             made
             old
             
               Tithonus
            
             young
             againe
             ,
             by
             means
             of
             herbs
             and
             physick
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 AUrora
              
               is
               the
               daughter
               of
               
                 Hiperion
                 ,
              
               which
               signifieth
               to
               go
               above
               ;
               for
               it
               is
               from
               above
               that
               we
               have
               the
               light
               of
               the
               
                 a
              
               Sun
               ,
               and
               every
               other
               good
               thing
               ,
               even
               from
               the
               Father
               of
               lights
               ;
               her
               mother
               is
               
                 Thia
                 ,
              
               for
               it
               is
               by
               divine
               gift
               we
               enjoy
               light
               ,
               and
               nothing
               doth
               more
               lively
               represent
               the
               Divinity
               then
               the
               light
               ,
               as
               
                 Dionys.
                 Areopagit
                 .
              
               sheweth
               at
               large
               ,
               she
               is
               the
               daughter
               of
               
                 Titan
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               Sun
               ,
               who
               is
               the
               fountain
               of
               light
               and
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
               because
               the
               light
               of
               the
               morning
               seemes
               to
               arise
               out
               of
               the
               earth
               :
               The
               leaving
               of
               her
               husband
               abed
               with
               her
               son
               ,
               is
               only
               to
               shew
               ,
               that
               all
               parts
               of
               the
               earth
               doe
               not
               enjoy
               the
               morning
               at
               one
               time
               ,
               but
               when
               it
               is
               morning
               with
               us
               ,
               it
               is
               evening
               with
               those
               of
               the
               remotest
               Eastcountries
               from
               us
               ;
               whom
               she
               leaves
               abed
               when
               she
               riseth
               on
               us
               ,
               and
               leaves
               us
               abed
               when
               she
               riseth
               on
               them
               :
               for
               all
               parts
               are
               East
               and
               West
               ,
               and
               all
               people
               may
               be
               called
               her
               husbands
               ,
               and
               sons
               ,
               for
               shee
               loves
               all
               ,
               and
               shines
               on
               all
               ;
               and
               by
               her
               absence
               ,
               leaves
               them
               all
               abed
               by
               turns
               .
               Her
               chariot
               signifieth
               her
               motion
               ;
               the
               purple
               and
               rose
               colour
               ,
               do
               paint
               out
               the
               colours
               that
               we
               see
               in
               the
               morning
               ,
               in
               the
               aire
               ,
               caused
               by
               the
               light
               and
               vapors
               :
               Shee
               hath
               sometime
               two
               ,
               sometimes
               
               four
               horses
               ,
               because
               she
               riseth
               somtime
               slower
               ,
               sometime
               sooner
               .
               The
               making
               of
               old
               
                 Tithonus
              
               young
               with
               physick
               ,
               may
               shew
               that
               the
               physicall
               simples
               which
               come
               from
               the
               Eastern
               countryes
               ,
               are
               powerfull
               for
               the
               preserving
               of
               health
               and
               vigour
               in
               the
               body
               .
               Again
               ,
               faire
               
                 Aurora
              
               leaving
               old
               
                 Tithon
              
               abed
               ;
               doth
               shew
               ,
               that
               beautifull
               young
               women
               delight
               not
               in
               an
               old
               mans
               bed
               ;
               or
               by
               this
               may
               be
               signified
               a
               vertuous
               woman
               ,
               whom
               
                 Salomon
              
               describes
               ,
               who
               riseth
               whilst
               it
               is
               night
               ,
               is
               clothed
               with
               scarlet
               and
               purple
               ,
               who
               doth
               her
               husband
               good
               ,
               &c.
               
               
                 a
              
               Last
               ,
               our
               Saviour
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Aurora
                 ;
              
               who
               was
               in
               love
               with
               mankind
               ,
               whom
               he
               hath
               healed
               from
               al
               infirmities
               ,
               and
               hath
               bestow'd
               on
               him
               a
               lasting
               life
               ,
               which
               knoweth
               not
               old-age
               ;
               his
               light
               from
               the
               chariot
               of
               his
               word
               ,
               drawen
               by
               the
               foure
               Evangelists
               ,
               shineth
               over
               all
               the
               world
               .
            
             
               
                 As
                 fair
                 Aurora
                 from
                 old
                 Tithons
                 bed
                 ,
              
               
                 Flyes
                 out
                 with
                 painted
                 wings
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 doth
                 spred
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 firmament
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 from
                 the
                 heavens
                 golden
                 Cabinet
                 ,
              
               
                 Out
                 flyes
                 a
                 morning
                 all
                 with
                 Roses
                 set
              
               
                 Of
                 graces
                 redolent
                 .
              
               
                 Whose
                 presence
                 did
                 revive
                 the
                 hearts
                 of
                 those
              
               
                 Whom
                 night
                 of
                 sin
                 and
                 errour
                 did
                 inclose
              
               
                 Within
                 her
                 darkest
                 Cell
                 ;
              
               
                 This
                 morning
                 on
                 a
                 purple
                 Chariot
                 rides
                 ,
              
               
                 Drawn
                 by
                 four
                 milk-white
                 Steeds
                 ,
                 the
                 reins
                 he
                 guides
              
               
                 In
                 spight
                 of
                 death
                 and
                 hell
                 .
              
               
                 Christ
                 is
                 this
                 morning
                 ,
                 who
                 triumphantly
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 bright
                 Chariot
                 of
                 his
                 Word
                 doth
                 flye
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 four
                 white
                 horses
                 are
              
               
               
                 The
                 four
                 Evangelists
                 ,
                 whose
                 light
                 doth
                 run
              
               
                 As
                 swift
                 as
                 doth
                 Aurora
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Moon
                 ,
                 or
                 any
                 Star
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 he
                 that
                 Eagle-like
                 our
                 youth
                 renews
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 us
                 all
                 infirmities
                 subdues
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 he
                 whose
                 radiant
                 wings
              
               
                 Displaid
                 abroad
                 ,
                 hath
                 chas'd
                 away
                 the
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 usher'd
                 in
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 which
                 mentall
                 light
              
               
                 And
                 true
                 contentment
                 brings
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 thou
                 whose
                 face
                 doth
                 guild
                 the
                 Canopy
              
               
                 Which
                 doth
                 infold
                 fire
                 ,
                 air
                 ,
                 and
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 sea
                 ,
              
               
                 Extend
                 thy
                 glorious
                 rayes
              
               
                 On
                 me
                 ,
                 Oh
                 let
                 me
                 see
                 that
                 countenance
              
               
                 Which
                 may
                 dispell
                 the
                 night
                 of
                 ignorance
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 shall
                 I
                 sing
                 thy
                 praise
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           II.
           B
        
         
           
             BACCHUS
             .
          
           
             HEe
             was
             the
             sonne
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Semele
               ,
            
             who
             was
             saved
             out
             of
             his
             mothers
             ashes
             ,
             after
             that
             
               Iupiter
            
             had
             burnt
             her
             with
             his
             thunder
             ,
             and
             was
             preserved
             alive
             in
             
               Iupiters
            
             thigh
             ;
             he
             was
             bred
             in
             
               Aegypt
               ,
            
             and
             nursed
             by
             the
             Hyades
             and
             Nymphs
             ;
             he
             subdued
             the
             
               Indians
            
             and
             other
             nations
             ;
             was
             the
             first
             who
             wore
             a
             Diadem
             ,
             and
             triumphed
             ,
             and
             found
             out
             the
             use
             of
             wine
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               
                 Bacchus
              
               is
               ordinarily
               meant
               Wine
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               fruit
               of
               
                 Semele
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               the
               Vine
               ,
               so
               
                 a
              
               called
               ,
               because
               it
               shakes
               the
               limmes
               ;
               for
               no
               liquor
               so
               apt
               to
               breed
               palsies
               ,
               as
               wine
               ;
               ashes
               ,
               because
               hot
               ,
               make
               good
               dung
               for
               Vines
               ,
               therefore
               
                 Bacchus
              
               is
               said
               to
               proceed
               of
               his
               mothers
               ashes
               ,
               and
               to
               be
               cherished
               in
               
                 Iupiters
              
               thigh
               ,
               because
               the
               Vine
               prospers
               best
               in
               a
               warme
               aire
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               soile
               most
               subject
               to
               thunder
               ,
               which
               is
               caused
               by
               heat
               which
               is
               most
               fervent
               ,
               and
               thunders
               most
               frequent
               in
               July
               and
               August
               ,
               when
               
               the
               grapes
               do
               ripen
               .
               He
               was
               bred
               in
               
                 Egypt
                 ,
              
               because
               a
               hot
               aire
               ,
               and
               mellow
               soile
               as
               
                 Aegypt
              
               is
               ,
               is
               fittest
               for
               wine
               ;
               and
               because
               moisture
               is
               required
               for
               the
               increase
               of
               wine
               ;
               therefore
               he
               was
               said
               to
               be
               nursed
               by
               the
               Hyades
               and
               Nymphs
               .
               Hee
               subdued
               the
               
                 Indians
                 ,
              
               either
               because
               wine
               makes
               resolute
               souldiers
               ,
               or
               because
               most
               countries
               are
               subdued
               with
               excessive
               drinking
               and
               abuse
               of
               wine
               :
               and
               indeed
               
                 Bacchus
              
               may
               weare
               the
               Diadem
               ,
               for
               he
               doth
               triumph
               over
               all
               nations
               ,
               of
               all
               sorts
               of
               people
               and
               professions
               ;
               there
               be
               few
               that
               with
               
                 Lycurgus
              
               will
               oppose
               him
               ;
               his
               Thirsus
               reacheth
               farther
               than
               any
               Kings
               Scepter
               ,
               or
               the
               Roman
               Fasces
               ;
               if
               we
               would
               see
               his
               
                 Orgia
              
               or
               sacrifices
               ,
               his
               Priests
               or
               
                 a
              
               
                 Maenades
                 ,
              
               his
               Panthers
               ,
               Tigers
               and
               Lynces
               ,
               with
               which
               his
               chariot
               is
               drawen
               ,
               the
               Satyrs
               and
               
                 Sileni
              
               his
               companions
               ,
               with
               their
               Cymbals
               and
               vociferations
               ,
               we
               shall
               not
               need
               to
               go
               far
               ;
               he
               never
               had
               greater
               authority
               over
               the
               Jndians
               ,
               than
               he
               hath
               over
               this
               Kingdom
               ;
               he
               once
               slept
               three
               years
               with
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               but
               we
               will
               not
               let
               him
               rest
               one
               day
               .
               The
               Thebans
               tore
               
                 Orpheus
              
               for
               bringing
               in
               
                 Bacchus
              
               his
               sacrifices
               among
               them
               ;
               and
               
                 Icarius
              
               was
               thought
               to
               have
               brought
               in
               poyson
               ,
               when
               he
               brought
               in
               wine
               ;
               but
               the
               case
               is
               otherwise
               with
               us
               ;
               if
               any
               discommend
               the
               excesse
               of
               wine
               ,
               he
               shall
               have
               
                 Alcithoes
              
               doome
               ,
               she
               for
               discommending
               
                 Bacchus
                 ,
              
               was
               turned
               into
               a
               Bat
               ;
               and
               he
               shall
               be
               accounted
               no
               better
               ,
               yet
               I
               discommend
               not
               the
               moderat
               use
               of
               wine
               ,
               which
               is
               
                 Iupiters
              
               sonne
               ,
               or
               the
               gift
               of
               God
               ;
               for
               it
               strengthens
               the
               body
               ,
               comforts
               the
               heart
               ,
               breeds
               good
               
               bloud
               ;
               for
               which
               cause
               
                 Bacchus
              
               was
               alwayes
               young
               ,
               for
               wine
               makes
               old
               men
               look
               young
               ,
               if
               it
               be
               moderate
               ,
               otherwise
               it
               makes
               them
               children
               ,
               for
               so
               
                 Bacchus
              
               is
               painted
               ;
               he
               had
               also
               both
               a
               virgins
               and
               a
               bulls
               face
               ,
               hee
               was
               both
               male
               and
               female
               ,
               sometimes
               hee
               had
               a
               beard
               ,
               and
               sometimes
               none
               ,
               to
               shew
               the
               different
               effects
               of
               wine
               moderatly
               and
               immoderatly
               taken
               ;
               he
               was
               worshipped
               on
               the
               same
               altar
               with
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               and
               was
               accompanied
               with
               the
               
                 Muses
                 ,
              
               to
               shew
               that
               wine
               is
               a
               friend
               to
               wisdome
               and
               learning
               .
               
                 Mercury
              
               carried
               him
               ,
               being
               a
               child
               ,
               to
               
                 Macris
              
               the
               daughter
               of
               
                 Aristaeus
                 ,
              
               who
               anointed
               his
               lips
               with
               honey
               ;
               to
               shew
               that
               in
               wine
               is
               eloquence
               ;
               and
               so
               likewise
               the
               naked
               truth
               ,
               therefore
               
                 Bacchus
              
               is
               alwayes
               naked
               ,
               and
               if
               
                 Amphisbaena
              
               the
               Serpent
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               sorrow
               or
               care
               bit
               the
               heart
               ,
               let
               
                 Bacchus
              
               kill
               him
               with
               a
               vine-branch
               :
               wine
               refines
               the
               wit
               ,
               therefore
               the
               quick
               sighted
               Dragon
               was
               consecrated
               to
               
                 Bacchus
                 ;
              
               and
               to
               shew
               that
               much
               pratling
               was
               the
               fruit
               of
               wine
               ,
               the
               chattering
               Pye
               was
               his
               bird
               .
               And
               because
               wine
               makes
               men
               effeminat
               ,
               therefore
               women
               were
               his
               priests
               ;
               he
               slept
               three
               yeares
               with
               
                 Proscrpina
                 ,
              
               to
               shew
               that
               Vines
               the
               first
               three
               yeares
               are
               not
               fruitfull
               ;
               he
               was
               turned
               unto
               a
               Lion
               ,
               to
               shew
               the
               cruelty
               of
               drunken
               men
               ;
               he
               was
               torne
               by
               the
               Titans
               ,
               buried
               ,
               and
               revived
               againe
               ,
               for
               small
               twigs
               cut
               off
               from
               a
               vine
               ,
               and
               set
               in
               the
               earth
               ,
               bring
               forth
               whole
               vines
               .
               He
               was
               called
               
                 a
              
               
                 Liber
                 ,
              
               because
               wine
               makes
               a
               man
               talk
               freely
               ,
               and
               freeth
               the
               mind
               from
               cares
               ,
               and
               maketh
               a
               man
               have
               free
               and
               high
               thoughts
               ;
               it
               makes
               a
               
               begger
               a
               gentleman
               .
               
                 a
              
               
                 Dionysus
              
               from
               stirring
               up
               the
               mind
               ;
               he
               was
               the
               first
               that
               made
               bargains
               ,
               and
               so
               it
               seems
               to
               be
               true
               by
               the
               Dutch-men
               ,
               who
               wil
               make
               no
               bargains
               till
               they
               be
               well
               liquored
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Bacchus
              
               is
               the
               Sun
               ;
               who
               is
               both
               
                 Liber
              
               and
               
                 Dionysus
                 ,
              
               free
               from
               all
               sublunary
               imperfections
               ,
               and
               freeth
               the
               world
               from
               darknesse
               and
               inconveniencies
               of
               the
               night
               ,
               and
               pricks
               forward
               the
               mindes
               of
               men
               to
               their
               daily
               actions
               ;
               he
               is
               still
               yong
               ,
               not
               subject
               to
               age
               and
               decay
               ,
               naked
               ,
               for
               he
               makes
               all
               things
               naked
               and
               open
               to
               the
               eye
               of
               the
               author
               of
               generation
               of
               all
               things
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               of
               wine
               ,
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               because
               he
               is
               a
               part
               of
               heaven
               ,
               and
               of
               burned
               
                 Semela
                 ,
              
               because
               they
               thought
               that
               the
               Sun
               was
               of
               a
               fiery
               matter
               ;
               he
               dyeth
               and
               reviveth
               again
               ,
               when
               after
               the
               cold
               winter
               he
               recollects
               his
               heat
               ,
               strength
               ,
               and
               vigour
               ;
               his
               sleeping
               with
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               sheweth
               his
               abode
               under
               our
               Hemisphaer
               ;
               the
               wilde
               beasts
               which
               accompany
               him
               ,
               sheweth
               the
               extremity
               of
               heat
               ,
               with
               which
               beasts
               are
               exasperated
               ;
               he
               is
               a
               friend
               to
               the
               Muses
               ,
               for
               by
               his
               influence
               our
               wits
               are
               refined
               ;
               a
               destroyer
               of
               
                 Amphisbaena
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               winter
               ,
               which
               stings
               with
               both
               ends
               ;
               for
               at
               its
               coming
               and
               going
               ,
               it
               breeds
               diseases
               and
               distempers
               in
               our
               bodies
               ;
               he
               was
               painted
               sometimes
               like
               a
               childe
               ,
               sometimes
               like
               a
               man
               ,
               because
               in
               the
               winter
               the
               dayes
               are
               short
               ,
               and
               his
               heat
               weak
               ,
               but
               in
               summer
               his
               heat
               is
               strong
               ,
               and
               dayes
               are
               long
               ;
               he
               is
               cloathed
               with
               the
               spotted
               skin
               of
               a
               Deer
               ,
               to
               shew
               his
               swiftnesse
               ,
               and
               multitude
               of
               Stars
               with
               which
               he
               seems
               to
               be
               covered
               at
               night
               ;
               the
               travels
               of
               
               
                 Bacchus
                 ,
              
               do
               shew
               the
               motion
               of
               the
               Sun
               .
               3.
               
               Originall
               sin
               ,
               like
               
                 Bacchus
                 ,
              
               received
               life
               by
               the
               death
               of
               
                 Eva
                 ,
              
               who
               for
               her
               disobedience
               was
               struck
               with
               the
               thunder
               of
               Gods
               wrath
               ;
               and
               it
               hath
               been
               fomented
               by
               
                 Adams
              
               thigh
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               by
               generation
               ;
               this
               unruly
               evil
               hath
               travell'd
               farther
               then
               
                 Bacchus
              
               did
               ,
               and
               hath
               an
               attendance
               of
               worse
               beasts
               then
               Tygers
               ,
               Panthers
               ,
               &c.
               to
               wit
               ,
               of
               terrours
               ,
               and
               of
               an
               evil
               conscience
               ,
               and
               actuall
               sins
               ,
               it
               hath
               subdued
               all
               mankinde
               ;
               and
               as
               
                 Bacchus
              
               turning
               himself
               unto
               a
               Lyon
               ,
               made
               all
               the
               mariners
               in
               the
               ship
               wherein
               he
               was
               carried
               ,
               leap
               into
               the
               Sea
               ;
               so
               this
               sin
               turned
               us
               all
               out
               of
               Paradise
               ,
               unto
               the
               Sea
               of
               this
               world
               .
               4.
               
               Christ
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Dionysius
                 ,
              
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               the
               minde
               of
               God
               ,
               the
               internall
               Word
               of
               the
               Father
               ,
               born
               of
               a
               woman
               without
               mans
               help
               ,
               as
               the
               Graecians
               fable
               their
               
                 Bacchus
              
               to
               be
               ;
               and
               yet
               they
               give
               
                 a
              
               credit
               to
               their
               figment
               ,
               and
               not
               unto
               our
               truth
               ;
               he
               is
               
                 Liber
                 ,
              
               who
               makes
               us
               onely
               free
               ,
               the
               great
               King
               ,
               who
               hath
               subdued
               all
               Nations
               ,
               whose
               Diadem
               is
               glory
               .
               He
               hath
               kill'd
               
                 Amphisbaena
              
               the
               Devil
               ,
               the
               two-headed
               Serpent
               ,
               his
               two
               stings
               are
               sin
               and
               death
               ,
               with
               the
               one
               he
               hath
               wounded
               our
               souls
               ,
               with
               the
               other
               our
               bodies
               ;
               he
               triumpheth
               over
               all
               his
               foes
               ;
               his
               body
               was
               torn
               with
               thorns
               ,
               nails
               ,
               and
               whips
               ,
               and
               went
               down
               to
               hell
               ,
               but
               he
               revived
               and
               rose
               again
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               true
               friend
               of
               wisdom
               and
               learning
               ,
               and
               who
               hath
               given
               to
               us
               a
               more
               comfortable
               wine
               ,
               then
               the
               wine
               of
               the
               grape
               ;
               that
               wine
               which
               we
               shall
               drink
               new
               with
               him
               in
               his
               Kingdom
               ;
               his
               lips
               were
               truly
               anointed
               with
               honey
               ,
               
               grace
               was
               diffused
               in
               them
               ,
               and
               never
               man
               spake
               as
               he
               did
               ;
               he
               is
               that
               Lyon
               of
               the
               Tribe
               of
               
                 Iudah
                 ,
              
               who
               hath
               overcome
               the
               Gyants
               ,
               and
               the
               Pyrats
               vvho
               vvould
               have
               bound
               him
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               vvicked
               Angels
               and
               Tyrants
               of
               this
               vvorld
               ;
               he
               is
               still
               yong
               ,
               as
               not
               subject
               novv
               to
               mortality
               .
            
             
               
                 If
                 you
                 would
                 a
                 Monarch
                 see
              
               
                 All
                 array'd
                 in
                 Majesty
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 triumphed
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 wore
              
               
                 Such
                 a
                 Crown
                 ,
                 as
                 none
                 before
              
               
                 Could
                 attain
                 too
                 ;
                 Christ
                 is
                 he
              
               
                 Who
                 triumphing
                 on
                 a
                 tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Kill'd
                 the
                 Snake
                 with
                 his
                 two
                 stings
                 ,
              
               
                 Death
                 and
                 sin
                 ,
                 and
                 captiv'd
                 Kings
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Titans
                 who
                 combine
              
               
                 Heaven
                 it self
                 to
                 undermine
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 he
                 whose
                 eloquence
              
               
                 Doth
                 surpasse
                 all
                 humane
                 sence
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 whose
                 lips
                 ,
                 as
                 from
                 a
                 Still
                 ,
              
               
                 Drops
                 of
                 Nectar
                 down
                 did
                 drill
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 our
                 hearts
                 with
                 fear
                 did
                 pine
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 found
                 out
                 that
                 pleasant
                 wine
              
               
                 Which
                 hath
                 made
                 us
                 laugh
                 and
                 sing
              
               
                 Hallelujahs
                 to
                 our
                 King
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 flung
                 over-board
                 ,
                 and
                 drown'd
              
               
                 All
                 the
                 Pyrats
                 that
                 him
                 bound
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 had
                 his
                 body
                 torn
              
               
                 With
                 their
                 whips
                 and
                 crown
                 of
                 thorn
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 thought
                 he
                 had
                 been
                 slain
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 reviv'd
                 and
                 rose
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 Hecate
                 queen
                 of
                 the
                 night
              
               
                 Held
                 him
                 not
                 for
                 all
                 her
                 might
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 uncontrolled
                 Prince
              
               
                 Burst
                 her
                 gates
                 ,
                 and
                 got
                 out
                 thence
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 thou
                 onely
                 God
                 of
                 wine
                 ,
              
               
                 Comfort
                 this
                 poor
                 heart
                 of
                 mine
              
               
               
                 With
                 that
                 Nectar
                 of
                 thy
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 runs
                 from
                 thee
                 like
                 a
                 flood
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 thy
                 fruitlesse
                 servant
                 pour
              
               
                 From
                 thy
                 veins
                 a
                 crimson
                 shower
                 :
              
               
                 Let
                 that
                 dew
                 of
                 Rubies
                 which
              
               
                 Fell
                 from
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 soul
                 inrich
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 taste
                 of
                 that
                 sweet
                 sape
              
               
                 Which
                 dropp'd
                 from
                 this
                 squeezed
                 grape
                 :
              
               
                 T'
                 was
                 for
                 me
                 this
                 grape
                 was
                 prest
                 ,
              
               
                 Drink
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 and
                 take
                 thy
                 rest
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             BELIDES
             .
          
           
             THese
             vvere
             the
             50
             daughters
             of
             
               Danaus
            
             the
             son
             of
             
               Belus
               ,
            
             vvho
             kill'd
             their
             husbands
             all
             in
             one
             night
             by
             the
             persvvasion
             of
             their
             father
             ,
             except
             
               Hypermnestra
               ,
            
             vvho
             saved
             her
             husband
             
               Lyncius
               :
            
             these
             daughters
             for
             their
             murther
             are
             continually
             in
             hell
             ,
             dravving
             vvater
             in
             a
             sive
             vvhich
             is
             never
             full
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               OUr
               mother
               
                 Eva
                 ,
              
               for
               murthering
               her
               husband
               vvith
               the
               forbidden
               fruit
               ,
               hath
               this
               punishment
               imposed
               on
               her
               ,
               and
               all
               her
               children
               ,
               that
               they
               are
               still
               dravving
               vvater
               in
               a
               sive
               vvhich
               vvill
               never
               be
               filled
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               still
               toyling
               and
               labouring
               for
               that
               vvhich
               vvill
               never
               fill
               ,
               and
               content
               them
               ;
               the
               covetous
               man
               is
               still
               dravving
               riches
               ;
               the
               ambitious
               man
               honours
               ,
               the
               voluptuous
               man
               pleasures
               ,
               the
               learned
               man
               is
               still
               labouring
               for
               knovvledge
               ;
               and
               yet
               they
               are
               never
               full
               ,
               but
               the
               more
               they
               dravv
               ,
               the
               more
               they
               desire
               ;
               the
               drunkard
               is
               still
               dravving
               liquor
               ,
               but
               
               his
               body
               like
               a
               sive
               is
               never
               full
               ;
               there
               be
               also
               sives
               that
               we
               are
               still
               filling
               ,
               but
               never
               full
               ,
               unthankfull
               people
               ,
               on
               whom
               whatsoever
               good
               turn
               we
               bestow
               is
               lost
               ;
               hollow-hearted
               people
               ,
               to
               whom
               we
               can
               commit
               no
               secret
               ,
               but
               
                 pleni
                 rimarum
                 ,
              
               being
               full
               of
               chinks
               and
               holes
               ,
               they
               transmit
               all
               ;
               prodigall
               sons
               ,
               for
               whom
               carefull
               parents
               are
               still
               drawing
               ,
               but
               these
               sives
               let
               all
               run
               out
               ,
               and
               sooner
               then
               the
               parents
               could
               put
               in
               ;
               Preachers
               and
               School-masters
               have
               to
               do
               with
               sives
               ,
               whose
               memory
               can
               retain
               nothing
               of
               that
               they
               learn
               .
               2.
               
               Let
               us
               take
               heed
               of
               sin
               ,
               which
               hath
               a
               virgins
               face
               ,
               but
               is
               secretly
               armed
               with
               a
               dagger
               to
               wound
               us
               .
               3.
               
               Children
               must
               not
               obey
               their
               parents
               in
               that
               which
               is
               evil
               ,
               lest
               they
               be
               punished
               in
               Gods
               just
               judgements
               .
            
             
               
                 Children
                 obey
                 your
                 parents
                 ,
                 but
                 if
                 they
              
               
                 Bid
                 you
                 do
                 mischief
                 ,
                 you
                 must
                 not
                 obey
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 sure
                 you
                 must
                 not
                 yield
                 obedience
              
               
                 Against
                 Gods
                 Laws
                 ,
                 against
                 your
                 conscience
                 ,
              
               
                 Least
                 with
                 these
                 cruell
                 sisters
                 you
                 partake
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 their
                 vain
                 toiling
                 in
                 the
                 Stygian
                 lake
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 all
                 beware
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
                 which
                 men
                 beguils
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 inticing
                 looks
                 ,
                 and
                 flattering
                 smiles
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 hath
                 a
                 virgins
                 face
                 ,
                 but
                 traitors
                 fist
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 without
                 grace
                 we
                 hardly
                 can
                 resist
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 no
                 man
                 joyn
                 himself
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 wife
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 mouth
                 presents
                 a
                 kisse
                 ,
                 her
                 hand
                 a
                 knife
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             BELLEROPHON
             .
          
           
             HE
             being
             falsly
             accused
             by
             
               Antea
            
             the
             wife
             of
             
               Praetus
               ,
            
             for
             offering
             violence
             to
             her
             ,
             was
             sent
             with
          
           
           
           
             
               In
               power
               and
               honour
               ,
               and
               at
               last
               did
               soare
            
             
               On
               Fames
               swift
               wings
               ,
               above
               the
               high
               extent
            
             
               Of
               air
               ,
               and
               fire
               ,
               and
               starry
               firmament
               .
            
             
               His
               Word
               's
               a
               winged
               horse
               ,
               which
               he
               bestrides
               ,
            
             
               And
               over
               Lyons
               ,
               Goats
               ,
               and
               Dragons
               rides
               ;
            
             
               O
               thou
               who
               rides
               now
               on
               the
               arched
               skie
               ;
            
             
               Who
               for
               my
               sins
               was
               once
               content
               to
               dye
               ;
            
             
               Who
               hath
               subdu'd
               all
               monsters
               with
               thy
               word
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               triumphs
               with
               that
               two-edged
               sword
               ;
            
             
               Destroy
               in
               me
               these
               monsters
               which
               rebell
            
             
               Against
               thy
               Laws
               ,
               save
               me
               from
               death
               and
               hell
               .
            
             
               Make
               me
               to
               spend
               my
               dayes
               without
               offence
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               my
               daily
               guard
               be
               innocence
               .
            
             
               And
               Lord
               ,
               whereas
               I
               'm
               mounted
               on
               the
               wings
            
             
               Of
               nimble
               Time
               ,
               which
               fly'th
               with
               earthly
               things
            
             
               Swifter
               away
               then
               Pegasus
               ;
               teach
               me
            
             
               How
               I
               may
               fight
               to
               get
               the
               victory
               :
            
             
               That
               e're
               I
               go
               from
               hence
               ,
               I
               may
               subdue
            
             
               Chimaera
               with
               Pentheselaea's
               crue
               .
            
             
               Whil'st
               I
               in
               holy
               raptures
               mount
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               From
               swelling
               pride
               good
               Lord
               deliver
               me
               .
            
             
               And
               whil'st
               I
               'm
               carried
               on
               Faith's
               golden
               wings
               ,
            
             
               Keep
               back
               mine
               eyes
               from
               sublunary
               things
               :
            
             
               Least
               whil'st
               I
               gaze
               on
               them
               ,
               I
               tumble
               down
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               lose
               both
               the
               victory
               and
               crown
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             BOREAS
             ,
             BOREADAE
             ,
             HARPIAE
             .
          
           
             
               BOreas
            
             being
             in
             love
             with
             fair
             
               Orithyia
               ,
            
             whilest
             she
             vvas
             gathering
             of
             flowers
             neer
             the
             fountain
             
               Cephisus
               ,
            
             carryed
             her
             away
             ,
             of
             whom
             he
             begot
             two
             sons
             ,
             
               Calais
            
             and
             
               Zetis
               ,
            
             vvho
             vvere
             born
             vvith
             long
             blevv
             hair
             ,
             and
             vvings
             at
             their
             feet
             ;
             these
             vvith
             their
             vvings
             and
             arrovvs
             drove
             avvay
             the
             Harpies
             ,
             ravenous
             and
             filthy
             birds
             (
             vvhich
             had
             Virgins
             faces
             ,
             and
             Eagles
             talents
             )
             from
             the
             Table
             of
             blinde
             
               Pheneus
               ,
            
             
             whose
             meat
             was
             still
             polluted
             and
             devoured
             by
             the
             Harpies
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THese
               Harpies
               are
               flatterers
               ,
               they
               are
               called
               also
               
                 Iupiters
              
               dogs
               ;
               hunting
               and
               flattering
               parasites
               have
               undon
               many
               mens
               estates
               .
               2.
               
               Many
               fathers
               are
               like
               blind
               
                 Pheneus
                 ,
              
               they
               are
               still
               gathering
               and
               providing
               wealth
               for
               rapatious
               children
               ,
               of
               whose
               riotousnesse
               they
               take
               no
               notice
               ;
               who
               like
               Harpies
               ,
               in
               a
               short
               time
               devour
               all
               ,
               and
               are
               still
               hungry
               ,
               like
               
                 Pharaohs
              
               leane
               kine
               ,
               
                 pallida
                 semper
                 ora
                 fame
                 .
              
               3.
               
               There
               be
               three
               Harpies
               very
               hurtfull
               in
               a
               Common-wealth
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               flatterers
               ,
               usurers
               ,
               informers
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Boreas
              
               is
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Neptune
                 ,
              
               and
               brother
               of
               
                 Iris
              
               or
               the
               rainbow
               ,
               for
               the
               winds
               are
               ingenerated
               of
               the
               sea
               vapour
               ,
               so
               are
               rains
               ,
               clouds
               ,
               and
               rain-bows
               by
               the
               help
               of
               the
               Sun
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Boreas
              
               is
               the
               Northern
               wind
               ,
               who
               carrieth
               away
               faire
               
                 Orithyia
                 ,
              
               for
               the
               cold
               wind
               taketh
               away
               beauty
               ,
               his
               two
               sons
               
                 Zetis
              
               and
               
                 Calais
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               frigidity
               and
               siccitie
               ,
               drive
               away
               the
               Harpies
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               Southern
               pestilentiall
               vapors
               ,
               which
               consume
               and
               devour
               living
               creatures
               ,
               for
               in
               the
               Southern
               wind
               there
               are
               three
               properties
               ,
               answering
               to
               the
               three
               names
               of
               the
               Harpies
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               sudden
               and
               swift
               blasts
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               Ocypete
               ;
               stormes
               ,
               Aello
               ;
               and
               obscurity
               ,
               Celaeno
               .
               6.
               
               Sacrilegious
               Church
               robbers
               are
               these
               Harpies
               ,
               who
               fell
               upon
               Christs
               patrimony
               like
               Ocypete
               or
               Aello
               ,
               a
               sudden
               blast
               or
               storme
               ;
               and
               like
               Celaeno
               ,
               have
               brought
               obscurity
               on
               the
               Church
               ,
               and
               have
               
               eclipsed
               her
               light
               ;
               and
               indeed
               the
               names
               doe
               agree
               ,
               for
               
                 a
              
               Aello
               is
               hee
               that
               takes
               away
               another
               mans
               goods
               ,
               Ocypere
               ,
               suddenly
               ,
               Celaeno
               blacknesse
               or
               darknesse
               ,
               so
               they
               on
               a
               sudden
               snatcht
               away
               those
               goods
               that
               were
               none
               of
               theirs
               ,
               and
               with
               the
               obscure
               cloud
               of
               poverty
               have
               turned
               the
               Churches
               beauty
               into
               blacknesse
               ;
               but
               these
               goods
               make
               them
               never
               the
               fatter
               ,
               they
               passe
               suddenly
               from
               them
               ,
               as
               
                 Pheneus
              
               meat
               did
               thorow
               the
               Harpies
               ,
               they
               are
               troubled
               with
               a
               continual
               
                 b
              
               flix
               or
               lientery
               ,
               neither
               can
               their
               crooked
               tallants
               hold
               them
               long
               ,
               I
               grant
               the
               blindnesse
               and
               wickednesse
               of
               
                 Pheneus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               the
               Clergie
               ,
               gave
               occasion
               to
               this
               ;
               but
               now
               their
               eyes
               are
               open
               ,
               and
               their
               lives
               reformed
               :
               therefore
               the
               sons
               of
               
                 Boreas
                 ,
              
               the
               Magistrate
               and
               Minister
               ,
               with
               the
               arrows
               of
               authority
               ,
               and
               wings
               of
               Gods
               word
               ,
               may
               be
               expected
               shortly
               to
               drive
               away
               these
               Harpies
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Pheneus
              
               is
               a
               covetous
               miser
               who
               is
               blind
               ,
               and
               seeth
               not
               what
               a
               number
               of
               Harpies
               gape
               for
               his
               death
               ,
               that
               they
               may
               deyour
               these
               goods
               ,
               which
               he
               himselfe
               had
               not
               power
               to
               touch
               .
               8.
               
               Gods
               Spirit
               ,
               like
               
                 Boreas
                 ,
              
               a
               cooling
               and
               refreshing
               wind
               ,
               which
               filled
               the
               Apostles
               ,
               and
               came
               on
               them
               like
               the
               rushing
               of
               a
               mighty
               wind
               delighteth
               in
               the
               soule
               of
               man
               ,
               whilst
               that
               in
               the
               flowry
               meadows
               of
               the
               Church
               ,
               watered
               with
               the
               cleare
               fountain
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ,
               shee
               is
               gathering
               spirituall
               comfort
               ,
               and
               when
               shee
               is
               joyned
               to
               that
               blessed
               Spirit
               ,
               
                 Zetis
              
               and
               
                 Calais
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               divine
               raptures
               are
               begotten
               ,
               whose
               haires
               are
               skie-coloured
               ,
               
               and
               feet
               winged
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               heavenly
               meditations
               and
               swift
               affections
               ,
               which
               are
               nimble
               in
               the
               wayes
               of
               Gods
               Commandements
               ,
               and
               ready
               to
               fly
               upward
               from
               earthly
               things
               ,
               are
               the
               effects
               of
               this
               spirituall
               conjunction
               ;
               and
               so
               by
               these
               ,
               all
               Harpies
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               covetous
               and
               earthly
               desires
               are
               driven
               away
               .
               9.
               
               God
               ,
               like
               
                 Boreas
                 ,
              
               being
               in
               love
               with
               his
               Church
               ,
               hath
               begot
               in
               the
               wombe
               of
               the
               blessed
               Virgin
               that
               winged
               Conquerour
               ,
               who
               with
               the
               arrowes
               of
               his
               power
               ,
               and
               wings
               of
               his
               Word
               ,
               have
               driven
               away
               all
               spirituall
               Harpies
               .
            
             
               
                 Who
                 think
                 you
                 may
                 with
                 priviledge
              
               
                 Rob
                 Churches
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Priests
                 annoy
                 ?
              
               
                 Know
                 this
                 ,
                 that
                 for
                 your
                 sacriledge
              
               
                 The
                 Lord
                 at
                 last
                 will
                 you
                 destroy
                 :
              
               
                 You
                 'r
                 like
                 those
                 monsters
                 virgin-fac'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 Calais
                 and
                 Zetis
                 chas'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Your
                 virgin-looks
                 do
                 shew
                 you
                 'r
                 pure
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 Feathers
                 make
                 you
                 very
                 gay
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 by
                 your
                 tallents
                 I
                 am
                 sure
              
               
                 You
                 'r
                 nothing
                 else
                 but
                 birds
                 of
                 prey
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 eat
                 our
                 tithes
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 pollute
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 you
                 eat
                 you
                 quickly
                 mute
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 These
                 Tables
                 shall
                 you
                 not
                 avail
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 Morsels
                 shall
                 not
                 make
                 you
                 fat
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 still
                 you
                 eat
                 ,
                 and
                 still
                 you
                 'r
                 pale
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 craw's
                 ne'r
                 full
                 ,
                 your
                 belly
                 's
                 flat
                 :
              
               
                 Those
                 blew-hair'd
                 winged
                 sons
                 one
                 day
              
               
                 Perhaps
                 shall
                 blow
                 you
                 quite
                 away
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 you
                 rich
                 grubs
                 who
                 do
                 abound
              
               
                 With
                 wealth
                 ,
                 and
                 meat
                 laid
                 up
                 in
                 store
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Hark
                 how
                 the
                 Harpies
                 wings
                 resound
              
               
                 About
                 your
                 windows
                 and
                 your
                 dore
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 wish
                 you
                 dead
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 might
                 share
              
               
                 Those
                 goods
                 among
                 them
                 which
                 you
                 spare
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 now
                 Lord
                 with
                 thy
                 powerfull
                 breath
              
               
                 Drive
                 all
                 these
                 hellish
                 birds
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 have
                 conspir'd
                 to
                 work
                 my
                 death
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 my
                 Table
                 make
                 a
                 prey
                 ;
              
               
                 Restore
                 my
                 sight
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 see
              
               
                 Their
                 filthinesse
                 and
                 treachery
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 whil'st
                 I
                 'm
                 gathering
                 fragrant
                 flowers
              
               
                 Of
                 comfort
                 by
                 the
                 Chrystall
                 springs
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 pure
                 Word
                 ,
                 drop
                 down
                 sweet
                 showrs
              
               
                 Of
                 grace
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 give
                 me
                 wings
              
               
                 To
                 flye
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 my
                 hair
              
               
                 In
                 colour
                 like
                 the
                 Azure
                 sphaere
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Make
                 (
                 though
                 my
                 feet
                 walk
                 here
                 below
                 )
              
               
                 My
                 head
                 may
                 alwayes
                 be
                 above
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 thy
                 cooling
                 spirit
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ravish
                 me
                 with
                 thy
                 true
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 go
                 with
                 winged
                 paces
              
               
                 To
                 injoy
                 thy
                 chaste
                 imbraces
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Sweet
                 Boreas
                 come
                 blow
                 on
                 me
              
               
                 With
                 thy
                 cold
                 breath
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 not
                 stay
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 longs
                 much
                 to
                 joyn
                 with
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 this
                 be
                 our
                 wedding
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherein
                 I
                 (
                 which
                 is
                 still
                 my
                 wish
                 )
              
               
                 Thy
                 Myrrhe-distilling
                 lips
                 may
                 kisse
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           III.
           C
        
         
           
             CADMUS
             
               and
            
             HARMONIA
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             King
             of
             the
             
               Thebans
               ,
            
             to
             whom
             
               Iupiter
            
             gave
             
               Harmonia
            
             to
             wife
             ,
             who
             was
             the
             daughter
             of
             
               Mars
            
             and
             
               Venus
               ,
            
             the
             chief
             gods
             were
             present
             at
             the
             wedding
             ,
             and
             gave
             severall
             gifts
             :
             This
             
               Cadmus
            
             was
             sent
             by
             his
             father
             to
             seek
             out
             his
             sister
             
               Europa
               ,
            
             whom
             when
             he
             could
             not
             finde
             ,
             and
             not
             daring
             without
             her
             to
             return
             home
             ,
             built
             
               Thebes
               ,
            
             and
             kill'd
             a
             Dragon
             which
             kept
             a
             Well
             ,
             the
             teeth
             of
             which
             he
             sowed
             ,
             and
             of
             them
             were
             begot
             armed
             men
             ,
             who
             by
             means
             of
             a
             stone
             which
             
               Cadmus
            
             flung
             among
             them
             ,
             fell
             to
             quarrelling
             ,
             and
             kill'd
             each
             other
             ;
             afterward
             he
             was
             turned
             unto
             a
             Dragon
             ,
             and
             by
             ▪
             
               Iupiter
            
             was
             sent
             unto
             the
             Elysian
             fields
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 CAdmus
              
               may
               be
               meant
               of
               a
               wise
               Governour
               ;
               who
               marrieth
               with
               
                 Harmonia
                 ,
              
               when
               he
               doth
               all
               things
               with
               order
               and
               
                 Harmonie
                 ,
              
               and
               where
               this
               Marriage
               is
               ,
               God
               bestoweth
               many
               blessings
               ,
               
                 Ceres
              
               will
               not
               be
               wanting
               with
               her
               corn
               ,
               nor
               
                 Apollo
              
               with
               
               his
               Cithern
               ,
               nor
               
                 Mercurie
              
               with
               his
               Harp
               ,
               nor
               
                 Minerva
              
               with
               her
               golden
               chain
               ,
               and
               artificially
               wrought
               Cloak
               ;
               that
               is
               both
               profit
               and
               pleasure
               ,
               and
               arts
               are
               to
               be
               found
               where
               wisdom
               and
               order
               go
               together
               in
               Government
               :
               it
               is
               this
               which
               seeketh
               out
               
                 Europa
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               countries
               for
               new
               Plantations
               ;
               by
               this
               
                 Thebes
              
               and
               Cities
               are
               built
               ,
               by
               this
               the
               
                 Dragon
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               malicious
               and
               subtill
               enemies
               are
               slain
               ,
               and
               if
               of
               one
               enemy
               many
               should
               arise
               ;
               it
               is
               the
               parr
               of
               a
               wise
               
                 Prince
                 ,
              
               to
               fling
               among
               them
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               to
               use
               some
               means
               wherby
               they
               may
               fall
               out
               among
               themselves
               that
               so
               they
               may
               be
               weakned
               ,
               and
               their
               violence
               kept
               off
               from
               Him
               ;
               he
               must
               also
               be
               of
               a
               favourer
               of
               learning
               ,
               for
               
                 Cadmus
              
               brought
               from
               
                 Phaenicia
              
               unto
               
                 Greece
              
               sixteen
               letters
               Alphabeticall
               ,
               and
               a
               
                 Prince
              
               must
               have
               the
               Dragons
               eye
               ;
               and
               be
               turned
               unto
               a
               Dragon
               ,
               when
               wickednesse
               gets
               the
               upper
               hand
               ,
               that
               hee
               may
               be
               fearfull
               to
               those
               that
               do
               evill
               ;
               and
               such
               a
               Prince
               at
               last
               shall
               be
               received
               unto
               the
               
                 Elysian
              
               fields
               ,
               that
               is
               shall
               have
               rest
               and
               liberty
               ,
               again
               a
               King
               must
               do
               nothing
               but
               by
               advise
               of
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               of
               his
               wise
               and
               learned
               Counsell
               ;
               the
               two
               cheif
               props
               of
               a
               Kingdom
               are
               
                 Mars
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               warre
               and
               propagation
               ,
               and
               these
               two
               live
               in
               harmony
               and
               order
               ,
               as
               parents
               in
               their
               children
               ;
               a
               wise
               man
               that
               cannot
               live
               securely
               in
               a
               publick
               place
               ,
               will
               with
               
                 Cadmus
              
               turn
               himself
               unto
               a
               Serpent
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               live
               a
               private
               and
               solitary
               life
               .
               2.
               
               A
               good
               Minister
               ,
               like
               
                 Cadmus
                 ,
              
               must
               do
               all
               things
               with
               order
               and
               decencie
               ,
               he
               must
               do
               nothing
               without
               advice
               from
               God
               ;
               he
               must
               seek
               out
               
                 Europa
              
               his
               sister
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               every
               lost
               soul
               ,
               and
               if
               she
               cannot
               ,
               or
               
               will
               not
               be
               found
               ,
               he
               must
               not
               be
               idle
               ,
               but
               must
               give
               himself
               to
               build
               the
               city
               of
               God
               ;
               for
               these
               two
               a
               Minister
               must
               do
               ,
               seek
               those
               that
               be
               lost
               ,
               and
               confirm
               or
               stablish
               those
               that
               stand
               ;
               he
               must
               also
               kill
               the
               Dragon
               that
               infecteth
               the
               Well
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               Heretick
               ,
               who
               poysoneth
               the
               cleer
               fountain
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ;
               and
               if
               the
               destruction
               of
               one
               Heretick
               be
               the
               generation
               of
               many
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               in
               the
               Arrian
               Heresie
               ,
               being
               overthrown
               by
               the
               
                 Nicene
              
               Synod
               ,
               of
               which
               ,
               as
               out
               of
               the
               Dragons
               teeth
               ,
               arise
               
                 Eusebians
                 ,
                 Photinians
                 ,
                 Eudoxians
                 ,
                 Acacians
                 ,
                 Eunomians
                 ,
                 Macedonians
                 ,
                 Aetians
                 ,
                 Anomians
                 ,
                 Exucontii
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Psatyrians
                 ;
              
               wee
               must
               fling
               
                 Minerva's
              
               stone
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               wise
               Arguments
               out
               of
               Gods
               Word
               amongst
               them
               ,
               that
               these
               armed
               men
               may
               destroy
               one
               another
               ;
               so
               we
               read
               in
               that
               the
               Councell
               of
               
                 Selentia
                 ,
              
               the
               
                 Arrians
              
               went
               together
               by
               the
               ears
               among
               themselves
               ,
               being
               divided
               into
               
                 Arrians
              
               and
               
                 Semiarrtans
                 ;
              
               a
               Minister
               also
               must
               be
               turned
               unto
               a
               Serpent
               for
               wisdom
               ,
               and
               so
               shall
               be
               received
               unto
               the
               Elysian
               fields
               .
               3.
               
               Christ
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Cadmus
                 ,
              
               who
               was
               sent
               of
               his
               father
               to
               seek
               that
               which
               was
               lost
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               husband
               of
               order
               and
               harmony
               ,
               the
               builder
               of
               a
               greater
               city
               then
               
                 Thebes
                 ;
              
               the
               destroyer
               of
               
                 a
              
               the
               great
               Dragon
               the
               Devil
               ,
               and
               of
               all
               his
               armed
               teeth
               ,
               or
               associates
               ;
               he
               hath
               opened
               unto
               us
               the
               fountain
               of
               grace
               and
               knowledge
               ;
               upon
               him
               God
               bestowed
               all
               gifts
               and
               perfection
               ;
               that
               Serpent
               that
               was
               lifted
               upon
               the
               Crosse
               to
               cure
               all
               beholders
               ,
               and
               at
               
               last
               was
               received
               unto
               glory
               .
               4.
               
               Here
               is
               a
               type
               of
               the
               Resurrection
               .
            
             
               
                 Behold
                 that
                 Prince
                 which
                 once
                 with
                 Majestie
              
               
                 Invested
                 was
                 ,
                 whose
                 throne
                 was
                 far
                 more
                 high
              
               
                 Then
                 is
                 the
                 starry
                 Cabinet
              
               
                 That
                 over
                 this
                 low
                 Globe
                 is
                 set
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 was
                 content
                 to
                 leave
                 that
                 state
                 ,
                 and
                 throw
              
               
                 Himself
                 upon
                 his
                 footstool
                 here
                 below
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 stept
                 down
                 from
                 his
                 lofty
                 throne
              
               
                 To
                 seek
                 his
                 Sister
                 that
                 was
                 gone
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 whilst
                 he
                 sought
                 her
                 ,
                 he
                 rear'd
                 up
                 the
                 wall
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 great
                 City
                 which
                 shall
                 never
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 the
                 Dragon
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 wound
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 his
                 toothbread
                 sonnes
                 confound
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 did
                 those
                 glassie
                 springs
                 of
                 life
                 discover
              
               
                 Which
                 drill
                 the
                 flowers
                 ,
                 and
                 pleasant
                 meads
                 run
                 over
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 pure
                 heart
                 all
                 graces
                 met
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 beauty
                 in
                 his
                 face
                 was
                 set
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 this
                 all-commanding
                 King
                 was
                 deem'd
              
               
                 A
                 worm
                 ,
                 no
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 a
                 Snake
                 esteem'd
                 .
              
               
                 Men
                 hide
                 their
                 faces
                 from
                 this
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 face
                 makes
                 men
                 and
                 Angels
                 sing
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 men
                 despis'd
                 him
                 ,
                 yet
                 he
                 was
                 received
              
               
                 Into
                 these
                 joys
                 which
                 cannot
                 be
                 conceived
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 all
                 the
                 winged
                 companies
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 dwelling
                 is
                 above
                 the
                 skies
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 thou
                 who
                 guides
                 the
                 heavens
                 as
                 with
                 rain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dwels
                 in
                 light
                 which
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 attain
                 ,
              
               
                 Vouchsafe
                 to
                 look
                 from
                 those
                 high
                 Towers
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 these
                 low
                 Cottages
                 of
                 ours
                 .
              
               
                 Seek
                 out
                 my
                 soul
                 which
                 hath
                 forsaken
                 thee
              
               
                 To
                 follow
                 after
                 lying
                 vanity
                 ,
              
               
                 Tread
                 down
                 the
                 Dragon
                 and
                 his
                 brood
                 ▪
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 have
                 still
                 my
                 soul
                 withstood
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 The
                 Picture
                 of
                 a
                 King
                 .
              
               
                 
                   He
                   is
                   of
                   noble
                   pedegree
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   wife
                   is
                   called
                   Harmony
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   chiefest
                   Gods
                   in
                   their
                   best
                   state
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Nuptials
                   do
                   celebrate
                   .
                
                 
                   Jove
                   that
                   shakes
                   heaven
                   with
                   his
                   brows
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   King
                   presents
                   this
                   Spouse
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whose
                   Father
                   is
                   the
                   god
                   of
                   war
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   Mother
                   is
                   the
                   morning
                   star
                   .
                
                 
                   Minerva
                   brings
                   her
                   golden
                   chain
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Ceres
                   makes
                   them
                   rich
                   with
                   grain
                   ;
                
                 
                   Joves
                   daughters
                   ,
                   with
                   their
                   beardlesse
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   Helicon
                   their
                   musick
                   bring
                   ;
                
                 
                   Each
                   one
                   with
                   flowers
                   and
                   Laurels
                   crown'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Arca's
                   harp
                   doth
                   sweetly
                   sound
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   gods
                   all
                   in
                   their
                   best
                   array
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   dances
                   crown
                   this
                   wedding
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   honour
                   ,
                   wealth
                   ,
                   and
                   pleasure
                   wait
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   such
                   a
                   King
                   doth
                   rule
                   the
                   State
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   by
                   Minerva's
                   help
                   can
                   wound
                
                 
                   The
                   Dragon
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   brood
                   confound
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   under
                   him
                   we
                   freely
                   may
                
                 
                   Drink
                   of
                   that
                   fountain
                   in
                   the
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   he
                   hath
                   the
                   Dragons
                   jaws
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   tear
                   all
                   those
                   that
                   break
                   his
                   Laws
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   his
                   life
                   this
                   King
                   is
                   blest
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   his
                   death
                   in
                   peace
                   shall
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   if
                   there
                   be
                   above
                   the
                   ground
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Prince
                   so
                   perfect
                   to
                   be
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   's
                   either
                   in
                   King
                   Arthurs
                   chair
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   he
                   doth
                   reside
                   no where
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CASTOR
             
               and
            
             POLLUX
             .
          
           
             THese
             were
             twinnes
             begot
             of
             
               Leda's
            
             egge
             ,
             with
             whom
             
               Iupiter
            
             conversed
             in
             the
             forme
             of
             a
             Swan
             ;
             the
             one
             was
             a
             champion
             ,
             the
             other
             a
             horse-man
             ,
             they
             went
             against
             the
             Calydonian
             Boare
             ;
             and
             accompanied
             the
             Argonautes
             ,
             upon
             whose
             heads
             ,
             when
             two
             flames
             were
             seene
             ,
             when
             they
             were
             in
             the
             ship
             ,
             the
             storm
             ceased
             ;
             and
             they
             were
             afterward
             thought
             to
             be
             gods
             of
             the
             sea
             :
             when
             
               Castor
            
             was
             killed
             ,
             
               Pollux
            
             obtained
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             that
             the
             immortality
             should
             be
             divided
             between
             them
             ;
             therefore
             when
             one
             dieth
             ,
             the
             other
             liveth
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               I
               Thinke
               ,
               not
               unfitly
               against
               the
               Peripateticks
               ,
               we
               may
               gather
               out
               of
               this
               fiction
               ,
               the
               creation
               of
               the
               Sunne
               and
               Moone
               ,
               for
               in
               the
               beginning
               the
               Spirit
               of
               God
               ,
               like
               a
               Swan
               ,
               moving
               on
               the
               waters
               ,
               out
               of
               a
               confused
               egge
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               out
               of
               the
               chaos
               brought
               forth
               these
               two
               glorious
               flames
               ,
               whose
               dominion
               is
               over
               the
               sea
               ,
               because
               by
               their
               influence
               ,
               light
               ,
               and
               motion
               ,
               stormes
               and
               vapors
               are
               raised
               and
               setled
               :
               the
               Sun
               is
               the
               Champion
               ,
               who
               by
               his
               heat
               subdueth
               all
               things
               :
               The
               Moon
               is
               the
               Horse-man
               ,
               if
               you
               consider
               its
               swift
               motion
               ,
               it
               is
               well
               and
               comfortable
               when
               they
               both
               shine
               ,
               but
               if
               either
               of
               them
               be
               eclipsed
               ,
               it
               is
               dismall
               and
               ominous
               :
               Immortality
               may
               be
               said
               to
               be
               divided
               between
               them
               ,
               because
               when
               the
               one
               liveth
               ,
               
               that
               is
               ,
               shineth
               ,
               the
               other
               is
               obscured
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               manner
               dead
               ,
               at
               least
               to
               us
               .
               They
               ride
               on
               white
               horses
               ,
               to
               shew
               their
               light
               ;
               and
               they
               found
               out
               the
               golden
               Fleece
               ,
               because
               no
               mettals
               are
               generated
               but
               by
               their
               influence
               ,
               nor
               can
               they
               be
               found
               out
               ,
               but
               by
               their
               light
               .
               2.
               
               The
               soule
               and
               body
               are
               like
               
                 Castor
              
               and
               
                 Pollux
                 ,
              
               for
               when
               the
               one
               dieth
               ,
               the
               other
               liveth
               ;
               and
               when
               the
               body
               is
               a
               sleepe
               ,
               and
               as
               it
               were
               dead
               ,
               then
               is
               the
               soule
               most
               active
               ;
               and
               when
               the
               body
               is
               most
               vigilant
               ,
               the
               soule
               is
               lesse
               vigorous
               .
               3.
               
               By
               this
               fiction
               the
               Gentiles
               wound
               themselves
               ;
               for
               if
               they
               believe
               that
               these
               Dioscuri
               were
               begot
               of
               a
               god
               and
               a
               woman
               ;
               why
               will
               they
               not
               believe
               the
               true
               generation
               of
               Christ
               ,
               of
               a
               Virgin
               ,
               and
               the
               Holy
               Ghost
               .
               4.
               
               By
               this
               also
               ,
               judiciall
               Astrologers
               may
               be
               confuted
               ;
               for
               we
               see
               that
               the
               soules
               and
               dispositions
               of
               men
               depend
               not
               on
               the
               Stars
               ;
               these
               two
               were
               twins
               ,
               borne
               under
               the
               same
               constellation
               ,
               yet
               of
               farr
               different
               studies
               and
               inclinations
               ,
               the
               one
               being
               a
               wrestler
               ,
               the
               other
               a
               horse-man
               .
               5.
               
               Satan
               who
               can
               transform
               himselfe
               unto
               any
               shape
               ,
               appeared
               to
               the
               
                 Romans
              
               in
               the
               Latin
               war
               in
               the
               form
               of
               
                 Castor
              
               and
               
                 Pollux
                 ,
              
               on
               horse
               backe
               ,
               for
               which
               cause
               a
               Temple
               was
               errected
               to
               them
               ,
               by
               
                 A.
                 Posthumius
              
               dictator
               ;
               have
               not
               we
               more
               cause
               to
               errect
               the
               Temple
               of
               our
               hearts
               to
               Christ
               ,
               who
               upon
               the
               two
               white
               horses
               of
               the
               two
               Testaments
               ,
               hath
               brought
               us
               good
               news
               of
               our
               victorie
               against
               our
               spirituall
               foes
               .
               6
               :
               This
               temple
               was
               erected
               both
               to
               
                 Castor
              
               and
               
                 Pollux
                 ,
              
               but
               
                 Castor
              
               the
               lesse
               worthy
               caried
               the
               name
               from
               the
               other
               ,
               by
               which
               we
               see
               ,
               that
               honour
               is
               not
               alwayes
               given
               to
               those
               that
               deserve
               best
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Dioscuri
              
               were
               
               preservers
               of
               men
               ,
               but
               
                 Helena
              
               came
               out
               of
               the
               same
               egge
               ,
               which
               was
               the
               overthrower
               of
               
                 Troy
                 ;
              
               so
               in
               the
               same
               Church
               are
               good
               and
               bad
               ,
               savers
               and
               destroyers
               .
               8.
               
               It
               was
               love
               in
               
                 Pollux
              
               to
               share
               his
               immortality
               with
               
                 Castor
                 ,
              
               but
               in
               this
               he
               did
               him
               more
               hurt
               then
               good
               ,
               for
               it
               had
               been
               better
               to
               dye
               once
               then
               so
               often
               ;
               thus
               our
               affections
               are
               oftentimes
               preposterous
               .
               9.
               
               Christ
               hath
               done
               more
               for
               us
               then
               
                 Pollux
              
               for
               
                 Castor
                 ,
              
               for
               he
               lost
               his
               immortality
               for
               a
               while
               ,
               that
               we
               might
               injoy
               it
               for
               ever
               .
            
             
               
                 If
                 Pollux
                 was
                 so
                 kinde
                 and
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 share
                 his
                 immortality
              
               
                 With
                 Castor
                 that
                 was
                 slain
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 might
                 both
                 participate
              
               
                 Of
                 life
                 and
                 death
                 by
                 turn
                 ,
                 and
                 that
              
               
                 They
                 both
                 might
                 grow
                 and
                 wain
                 ;
              
               
                 How
                 much
                 more
                 gracious
                 was
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 was
                 a
                 King
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 would
                 dye
              
               
                 For
                 him
                 that
                 was
                 a
                 slave
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 might
                 never
                 dye
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 might
                 be
                 freed
                 from
                 endlesse
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 eating
                 grave
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 thou
                 art
                 that
                 King
                 ,
                 and
                 I
              
               
                 The
                 slave
                 ,
                 who
                 for
                 my
                 sins
                 must
                 dye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 my
                 dust
                 return
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 raise
                 me
                 by
                 thy
                 mighty
                 aid
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 last
                 day
                 ,
                 from
                 deaths
                 black
                 shade
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 my
                 silent
                 Urn
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 me
                 not
                 with
                 Castor
                 trace
              
               
                 So
                 often
                 too
                 and
                 from
                 that
                 place
              
               
                 Where
                 night
                 and
                 darknesse
                 raign
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 joyn
                 me
                 to
                 these
                 winged
                 wights
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 far
                 above
                 heavens
                 twinkling
                 lights
              
               
                 With
                 thee
                 in
                 blisse
                 remain
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             CENTAURI
             .
          
           
             THese
             were
             half
             horses
             ,
             half
             men
             ;
             begotten
             of
             
               Ixion
               ,
            
             and
             of
             a
             cloud
             ,
             which
             was
             presented
             unto
             him
             in
             the
             form
             of
             
               Iuno
               ,
            
             with
             which
             he
             was
             in
             love
             ;
             they
             quarrell'd
             with
             the
             
               Lapithae
               ,
            
             and
             carried
             away
             their
             wives
             being
             in
             drink
             ,
             for
             which
             cause
             many
             of
             them
             were
             killed
             ;
             they
             were
             given
             to
             many
             naughty
             qualities
             ,
             but
             
               Chiron
               ,
            
             who
             was
             
               Achilles
            
             Schoolmaster
             ,
             for
             his
             wisdom
             and
             justice
             was
             much
             commended
             ,
             but
             was
             wounded
             accidentally
             by
             one
             of
             
               Hercules
            
             his
             arrows
             ,
             which
             fell
             upon
             his
             foot
             out
             of
             his
             hand
             ,
             and
             was
             cured
             by
             the
             herb
             
               Centurie
               ,
            
             and
             was
             then
             made
             a
             Star
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               MAny
               many
               men
               are
               like
               
                 Centaurus
                 ,
              
               whose
               fore-parts
               are
               of
               a
               man
               ,
               but
               hinder-parts
               of
               a
               horse
               ,
               they
               begin
               in
               the
               spirit
               ,
               but
               end
               in
               the
               flesh
               ;
               their
               yonger
               yeers
               are
               spent
               civilly
               ,
               their
               old
               age
               wantonly
               and
               profanely
               .
               2.
               
               Kings
               have
               oftentimes
               
                 Centaurs
              
               for
               their
               Counsellors
               ,
               
                 Achilles
              
               had
               
                 Chiron
              
               for
               his
               Schoolmaster
               ;
               they
               have
               mens
               faces
               ,
               fair
               and
               honest
               pretences
               for
               their
               advice
               ,
               but
               withall
               a
               horse
               tail
               ,
               for
               the
               event
               is
               cruell
               and
               pernicious
               oftentimes
               ;
               these
               are
               children
               of
               clouds
               ,
               
                 a
              
               for
               their
               intentions
               are
               oftentimes
               wrapped
               up
               in
               a
               cloud
               and
               mist
               ,
               that
               they
               cannot
               be
               discovered
               .
               3.
               
               A
               drunkard
               is
               a
               right
               
                 Centaur
                 ,
              
               
               a
               man
               in
               the
               morning
               ,
               and
               a
               beast
               in
               the
               evening
               ;
               the
               son
               of
               clouds
               ,
               for
               whilest
               he
               is
               sober
               ,
               he
               is
               heartlesse
               ,
               melancholly
               ,
               and
               as
               a
               dead
               man
               ;
               but
               when
               his
               head
               is
               full
               of
               clouds
               ,
               and
               vapours
               arising
               from
               the
               wine
               ,
               then
               he
               is
               full
               of
               life
               ,
               talk
               ,
               and
               mirth
               ,
               and
               then
               he
               is
               most
               given
               to
               quarrell
               ,
               with
               the
               
                 Lapithae
                 ,
              
               even
               his
               dearest
               friends
               ,
               and
               to
               offer
               violence
               to
               women
               .
               4.
               
               Mis-shapen
               and
               hard-favoured
               men
               ,
               have
               harsh
               and
               ill-favoured
               conditions
               .
               5.
               
               Every
               regenerate
               man
               is
               in
               a
               sort
               a
               
                 Centaur
                 ,
              
               to
               wit
               ,
               a
               man
               in
               that
               part
               which
               is
               regenerate
               ,
               and
               a
               beast
               in
               his
               unregenerate
               part
               .
               6.
               
               There
               is
               no
               race
               or
               society
               of
               men
               so
               bad
               ,
               but
               there
               may
               be
               some
               good
               amongst
               them
               ,
               one
               
                 Chiron
              
               among
               the
               
                 Centaurs
                 ,
              
               as
               one
               
                 Lot
              
               among
               the
               
                 Sodomites
                 ,
              
               and
               one
               
                 Iob
              
               among
               the
               
                 Edomites
                 .
              
               7.
               
               Drunkennesse
               ,
               whoredom
               ,
               and
               oppression
               ,
               are
               the
               overthrow
               of
               Kingdoms
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               here
               by
               the
               
                 Centaurs
                 .
              
               8.
               
               Sin
               is
               a
               
                 Centaur
                 ,
              
               having
               a
               mans
               face
               to
               perswade
               ,
               but
               a
               horses
               heels
               to
               kick
               us
               in
               the
               end
               .
               9.
               
               Where
               things
               are
               not
               ruled
               by
               Laws
               ,
               order
               ,
               and
               civility
               ,
               but
               carried
               head-long
               with
               violence
               and
               force
               ,
               we
               may
               say
               that
               there
               is
               a
               Common-wealth
               of
               
                 Centaurs
                 .
              
               10.
               
               A
               Comet
               may
               be
               called
               a
               
                 Centaur
                 ,
              
               as
               having
               a
               horse-tail
               ;
               and
               the
               wisdom
               of
               a
               man
               ,
               in
               fore-telling
               future
               events
               ,
               it
               hath
               its
               generation
               in
               the
               clouds
               ,
               or
               air
               ,
               and
               upon
               the
               sight
               of
               it
               ,
               blood-shed
               ,
               wars
               ,
               and
               desolation
               follow
               .
               11.
               
               Just
               
                 Chiron
              
               was
               wounded
               by
               
                 Hercules
                 ,
              
               but
               was
               afterward
               placed
               among
               the
               stars
               ;
               so
               ,
               although
               might
               doth
               oftentimes
               overcome
               right
               here
               ,
               yet
               the
               end
               of
               justice
               and
               goodnesse
               shall
               be
               glory
               at
               last
               .
               12.
               
               Our
               life
               is
               a
               
                 Centaur
                 ,
              
               for
               it
               runneth
               
               swiftly
               away
               ,
               and
               as
               the
               
                 Centaurs
              
               are
               placed
               by
               the
               
                 a
              
               Prince
               of
               Poets
               in
               the
               gates
               of
               Hell
               ;
               so
               is
               our
               life
               ,
               as
               soon
               as
               we
               are
               born
               in
               the
               gates
               of
               death
               ,
               
                 Nascentes
                 morimur
                 .
              
               13.
               
               Governours
               ,
               Souldiers
               ,
               School-masters
               ,
               should
               be
               
                 Centaurs
                 ,
              
               to
               have
               the
               wisdom
               of
               men
               ,
               and
               the
               strength
               and
               courage
               of
               horses
               .
            
             
               
                 He
                 that
                 runs
                 in
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 carefull
                 be
              
               
                 He
                 fall
                 not
                 ,
                 lest
                 he
                 lose
                 his
                 race
              
               
                 And
                 victory
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 folly
                 is
                 't
                 ,
                 to
                 play
                 the
                 Saint
              
               
                 At
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 to
                 faint
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 's
                 not
                 enough
                 to
                 seek
                 and
                 know
              
               
                 God
                 whil'st
                 we
                 'r
                 yong
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 age
                 on
                 our
                 heads
                 doth
                 snow
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 dote
                 on
                 dung
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 good
                 youth
                 who
                 in
                 age
                 doth
                 fail
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 mans
                 head
                 hath
                 ,
                 but
                 Centaurs
                 tail
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 drunkards
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 roare
                 aloud
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fight
                 and
                 swear
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 shew
                 that
                 they
                 'r
                 of
                 that
                 same
                 cloud
              
               
                 That
                 Centaurs
                 were
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 that
                 in
                 drink
                 will
                 fight
                 ,
                 and
                 force
              
               
                 A
                 woman
                 ,
                 is
                 both
                 man
                 and
                 horse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 every
                 sin
                 at
                 first
                 appears
              
               
                 With
                 man-like
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 we
                 shall
                 finde
                 within
                 few
                 yeers
              
               
                 The
                 horses
                 trace
                 :
              
               
                 Sin
                 looks
                 on
                 us
                 with
                 smiling
                 cheeks
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 it
                 flings
                 and
                 kicks
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 And
                 as
                 the
                 Centaurs
                 had
                 swift
                 heels
              
               
                 To
                 run
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 hath
                 our
                 time
                 ,
                 which
                 runs
                 on
                 wheels
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cannot
                 stay
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 that
                 we
                 could
                 consider
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 short
                 a
                 time
                 ,
                 how
                 swift
                 it
                 is
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 so
                 order
                 thou
                 my
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 may
                 see
              
               
                 My
                 fall's
                 as
                 hot
                 as
                 was
                 my
                 prime
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 love
                 to
                 thee
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 so
                 of
                 me
                 they
                 may
                 not
                 finde
              
               
                 A
                 man
                 before
                 ,
                 a
                 horse
                 behinde
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CERBERUS
             .
          
           
             
               PLuto's
            
             dog
             ,
             begot
             of
             
               Typhon
            
             and
             
               Echidna
               ;
            
             hee
             had
             three
             heads
             ,
             and
             Snakes
             in
             stead
             of
             hair
             ,
             and
             lay
             in
             the
             entry
             of
             Hell
             ,
             who
             by
             
               Hercules
            
             was
             drawn
             from
             thence
             ,
             who
             vomited
             when
             he
             saw
             the
             light
             ;
             and
             of
             his
             foame
             sprung
             up
             the
             poysonable
             herb
             
               Aconitum
            
             or
             
               Wolfbain
               .
            
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 CErberus
              
               is
               a
               glutton
               ,
               whose
               three
               throats
               are
               his
               three-fold
               desire
               to
               eat
               ,
               much
               ,
               often
               ,
               and
               varieties
               ;
               he
               lyeth
               in
               the
               entry
               of
               Hell
               ,
               for
               gluttony
               is
               indeed
               the
               gate
               of
               Hell
               ,
               and
               that
               which
               brings
               many
               men
               to
               untimely
               deaths
               ,
               
                 Plures
                 gulâ
                 quem
                 gladio
                 ;
              
               and
               intemperance
               of
               Diet
               causeth
               oftentimes
               that
               
                 Bulimia
              
               and
               
                 Canina
                 appetentia
                 ,
              
               dogs
               appetite
               ,
               which
               is
               an
               unsatiable
               desire
               of
               eating
               ,
               the
               effect
               whereof
               
               is
               vomiting
               :
               This
               proceeds
               of
               
                 Typhon
              
               and
               
                 Echidna
                 ,
              
               heat
               and
               cold
               ;
               to
               wit
               ,
               of
               the
               heat
               of
               the
               Liver
               ,
               and
               cold
               malancholly
               humours
               of
               the
               stomack
               ,
               when
               the
               stomachicall
               Nerves
               are
               too
               much
               refrigerate
               ;
               but
               this
               is
               sometimes
               cured
               by
               
                 Hercules
              
               the
               Physitian
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Cerberus
              
               is
               a
               covetous
               mā
               ,
               
                 a
              
               whose
               greedy
               desire
               of
               having
               is
               never
               satisfied
               ,
               he
               is
               
                 Pluto's
              
               dog
               ,
               for
               he
               makes
               riches
               his
               God
               ,
               which
               like
               a
               dog
               ,
               he
               is
               continnually
               watching
               his
               wealth
               ,
               and
               by
               consequence
               his
               desire
               of
               having
               proceedeth
               of
               
                 Typhon
              
               the
               Gyant
               and
               the
               snake
               
                 Echidna
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               of
               oppression
               &
               secret
               cunning
               ,
               the
               3
               heads
               ,
               or
               as
               some
               writ
               ,
               a
               hundreth
               heads
               ,
               do
               shew
               his
               unsatiable
               desire
               ;
               his
               snakie
               hairs
               doe
               shew
               how
               uggly
               he
               is
               in
               the
               sight
               of
               good
               men
               ,
               and
               how
               much
               by
               them
               abhorred
               :
               he
               lyeth
               in
               the
               gates
               of
               Hell
               ,
               from
               whence
               gold
               cometh
               ,
               for
               his
               affections
               are
               there
               ,
               and
               his
               punishments
               are
               already
               begun
               in
               this
               life
               ,
               he
               lyeth
               in
               a
               den
               ,
               as
               lying
               basely
               &
               obscurely
               ,
               and
               when
               he
               is
               drawn
               out
               from
               thence
               by
               
                 Hercules
              
               the
               King
               ,
               to
               any
               publicke
               office
               ,
               or
               service
               for
               the
               state
               ,
               he
               frets
               and
               foames
               ,
               and
               at
               last
               against
               his
               will
               ,
               or
               else
               profusely
               without
               judgement
               vomits
               out
               his
               wealth
               ,
               as
               a
               misers
               feast
               is
               alwayes
               profuse
               ,
               and
               this
               breeds
               a
               poysonable
               hearb
               ,
               which
               is
               bad
               example
               .
               3
               :
               Death
               is
               
                 Cerberus
                 :
              
               which
               is
               
                 Plutos
              
               dog
               ,
               Satans
               mastiffe
               ,
               by
               which
               he
               bites
               us
               ;
               
                 Typhon
              
               that
               is
               the
               devill
               begat
               death
               upon
               
                 Echydna
              
               the
               serpent
               in
               which
               he
               poysoned
               our
               first
               parents
               .
               His
               three
               mouths
               or
               hundreth
               rather
               ,
               do
               shew
               the
               many
               wayes
               that
               death
               hath
               to
               sease
               on
               us
               ;
               the
               snakie
               hairs
               doth
               shadow
               out
               the
               
               ugglinesse
               and
               fearfulnesse
               of
               death
               ;
               it
               lyeth
               in
               Hell
               gates
               ,
               for
               the
               wicked
               must
               by
               death
               come
               to
               Hell
               ,
               this
               dogge
               doth
               suffer
               all
               to
               goe
               in
               ,
               but
               none
               to
               returne
               ;
               from
               Hell
               is
               no
               redemption
               ;
               but
               
                 Hercules
              
               by
               his
               strength
               overcame
               and
               bound
               him
               ,
               and
               
                 Sybilla
              
               by
               her
               wisdom
               cast
               him
               asleep
               :
               so
               the
               Son
               of
               God
               by
               his
               power
               and
               wisdom
               hath
               overcome
               death
               ,
               and
               taken
               away
               its
               sting
               .
               4.
               
               An
               evill
               conscience
               is
               
                 Cerberus
              
               stil
               barking
               ,
               and
               with
               his
               snakes
               affrighting
               and
               stinging
               the
               wicked
               ,
               and
               lyeth
               in
               hell
               gates
               ,
               for
               the
               wicked
               mans
               hell
               is
               begun
               here
               ,
               it
               vomits
               out
               all
               by
               confession
               ,
               when
               it
               is
               convinced
               by
               the
               light
               of
               Gods
               Word
               ,
               and
               that
               inward
               light
               which
               is
               in
               the
               mind
               .
               5.
               
               The
               grave
               is
               
                 Cerberus
                 ,
              
               the
               great
               
                 a
              
               flesh-eater
               ,
               still
               eating
               and
               never
               full
               :
               the
               snakie
               haires
               shew
               ,
               that
               the
               ground
               is
               full
               of
               wormes
               ,
               and
               snakes
               ;
               it
               is
               also
               the
               entrie
               of
               Hel.
               
               The
               light
               of
               Christ
               the
               great
               
                 Hercules
                 ,
              
               when
               he
               went
               down
               to
               Hell
               ,
               caused
               this
               dog
               to
               vomit
               up
               his
               morsells
               ,
               for
               the
               graves
               were
               opened
               ,
               and
               many
               of
               the
               Saints
               bodies
               arose
               ,
               and
               at
               the
               light
               of
               Christ
               second
               comming
               ,
               he
               shall
               vomit
               up
               all
               that
               he
               hath
               eat
               ;
               out
               of
               
                 Cerberus
              
               his
               foame
               grew
               the
               
                 accomitum
                 ,
              
               to
               shew
               that
               poysonable
               hearbes
               grow
               out
               of
               the
               corruption
               of
               the
               earth
               .
               6
               :
               Satan
               is
               this
               Hell-hound
               ,
               whose
               many
               heads
               and
               snakes
               ,
               doth
               shew
               his
               many
               malicious
               &
               cunning
               waies
               he
               hath
               to
               destroy
               men
               ,
               he
               is
               begotten
               of
               the
               Giant
               
                 Typhon
              
               and
               the
               snakie
               
                 Echidna
                 ,
              
               because
               as
               parents
               live
               in
               their
               children
               ,
               so
               violence
               and
               craft
               live
               in
               him
               ,
               he
               is
               the
               vigilant
               dore
               keeper
               of
               Hell
               ,
               lying
               in
               wait
               to
               tole
               in
               soules
               
               but
               never
               to
               let
               them
               out
               .
               The
               true
               
                 Hercules
              
               Christ
               ,
               by
               his
               strength
               and
               wisdome
               hath
               bound
               him
               ,
               at
               the
               presence
               of
               whose
               light
               ,
               he
               foames
               and
               fretts
               ,
               and
               was
               forced
               to
               vomit
               and
               restore
               those
               soules
               which
               he
               held
               in
               captivitie
               ,
               7
               :
               Time
               with
               his
               3
               heads
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               past
               ,
               present
               ,
               and
               future
               ,
               is
               this
               dog
               ,
               which
               devoureth
               all
               things
               .
               And
               he
               shall
               vomit
               up
               all
               hid
               things
               ,
               for
               time
               revealeth
               all
               secrets
               .
               He
               lyeth
               in
               the
               gate
               of
               hell
               ,
               all
               must
               go
               through
               his
               throat
               ,
               that
               go
               thither
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               all
               must
               have
               a
               time
               to
               die
               ,
               and
               it
               is
               time
               that
               bringeth
               forth
               poysonable
               hearbs
               as
               well
               as
               profitable
               :
               and
               time
               hath
               brought
               us
               to
               the
               knowledge
               thereof
               .
            
             
               
                 Loe
                 then
                 the
                 hundred-headed
                 dog
                 at
                 last
              
               
                 Is
                 bound
                 with
                 Adamantine
                 chains
                 so
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 though
                 he
                 bark
                 and
                 foame
                 ,
                 yet
                 cannot
                 bite
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 H'hath
                 lost
                 his
                 power
                 ,
                 but
                 hath
                 not
                 lost
                 his
                 spite
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 much
                 are
                 we
                 beholding
                 to
                 our
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 his
                 power
                 and
                 all-subduing
                 word
                 ,
              
               
                 Charms
                 monsters
                 three
                 ,
                 black-mouth'd
                 infernall
                 hounds
                 ,
              
               
                 Death
                 ,
                 Hell
                 ,
                 and
                 Satan
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 power
                 confounds
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 descended
                 to
                 black
                 Pluto's
                 Tower
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 this
                 three-yawning
                 Mastiff
                 keeps
                 the
                 dore
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 caus'd
                 him
                 to
                 disgorge
                 himself
                 of
                 those
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 his
                 bowels
                 he
                 did
                 long
                 inclose
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 durst
                 not
                 stare
                 upon
                 these
                 glorious
                 rayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 turn
                 the
                 darkest
                 nights
                 to
                 cleerest
                 dayes
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 frets
                 and
                 foames
                 ;
                 his
                 Snakes
                 ,
                 as
                 with
                 a
                 spell
                 ,
              
               
                 Stood
                 all
                 amaz'd
                 to
                 see
                 such
                 light
                 in
                 Hell
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 let
                 us
                 all
                 with
                 one
                 joynt
                 harmony
              
               
                 Chant
                 forth
                 his
                 noble
                 praise
                 ,
                 and
                 pierce
                 the
                 sky
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 as
                 the
                 winged
                 quirristers
                 still
                 sing
              
               
                 Coelestiall
                 Hallelujahs
                 to
                 this
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 we
                 with
                 them
                 may
                 chant
                 ,
                 and
                 Carroll
                 forth
              
               
               
                 With
                 warbling
                 notes
                 his
                 everlasting
                 worth
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 freed
                 us
                 from
                 this
                 prison
                 where
                 we
                 lay
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 makes
                 us
                 now
                 injoy
                 a
                 brighter
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 any
                 that
                 within
                 our
                 Horizon
              
               
                 Was
                 ever
                 seen
                 ,
                 or
                 in
                 the
                 burning
                 Zone
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 you
                 rich
                 hounds
                 who
                 almost
                 split
                 with
                 store
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 your
                 jaws
                 are
                 yawning
                 still
                 for
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 ill-got
                 gobbets
                 vomit
                 up
                 in
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 Remember
                 you
                 'r
                 but
                 dust
                 ,
                 and
                 gold
                 's
                 but
                 slime
                 .
              
               
                 Unlock
                 your
                 iron
                 Goals
                 ,
                 break
                 up
                 your
                 caves
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 your
                 gold
                 lyes
                 buried
                 as
                 in
                 graves
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 your
                 pale-fac'd
                 money
                 see
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 free
                 these
                 captives
                 from
                 their
                 dungeon
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 walk
                 abroad
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 them
                 serve
              
               
                 Poor
                 men
                 that
                 are
                 in
                 want
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 to
                 starve
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thou
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 who
                 onely
                 durst
                 encounter
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 only
                 couldst
                 ,
                 with
                 that
                 three-headed
                 monster
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 who
                 hath
                 pull'd
                 the
                 prey
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 jaws
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 broke
                 his
                 teeth
                 ,
                 &
                 par'd
                 his
                 scratching
                 claws
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 satisfie
                 my
                 craving
                 appetite
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 in
                 thee
                 alone
                 may
                 take
                 delight
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 neither
                 honours
                 (
                 Lord
                 )
                 nor
                 wealth
                 I
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 gaping
                 heart
                 of
                 mine
                 can
                 satisfie
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 are
                 these
                 but
                 transitory
                 toyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Compar'd
                 with
                 thee
                 ,
                 compar'd
                 with
                 inward
                 joyes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 more
                 my
                 soul
                 feeds
                 on
                 these
                 aicry
                 dishes
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 more
                 she
                 hungers
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 more
                 she
                 wishes
                 .
              
               
                 Hydropick
                 men
                 ,
                 still
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 still
                 are
                 dry
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 horse-leach
                 cryes
                 ,
                 Give
                 ,
                 give
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 do
                 I
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 seeing
                 there's
                 no
                 end
                 of
                 my
                 desire
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 wealth
                 ,
                 like
                 oil
                 ,
                 doth
                 still
                 increase
                 this
                 fire
                 ;
              
               
                 Give
                 not
                 too
                 much
                 ,
                 but
                 what
                 's
                 sufficient
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 having
                 thee
                 ,
                 with
                 thee
                 I
                 'le
                 be
                 content
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CERES
             .
          
           
             SHe
             was
             the
             daughter
             of
             
               Saturn
            
             and
             
               Ops
               ;
            
             of
             her
             brother
             
               Iupiter
               ,
            
             she
             had
             
               Proserpina
               ;
            
             of
             
               Iason
            
             she
             
             did
             bear
             
               Plutus
               ;
            
             and
             of
             
               Neptune
               ,
            
             a
             horse
             ;
             at
             which
             she
             was
             so
             much
             displeased
             ,
             that
             she
             hid
             her self
             in
             a
             dark
             cave
             ,
             and
             was
             found
             out
             by
             
               Pan
               ,
            
             whilest
             her
             daughter
             
               Proserpina
            
             vvas
             gathering
             flowers
             vvith
             
               Iuno
               ,
               Minerva
               ,
            
             and
             
               Venus
               ;
               Pluto
            
             carried
             her
             away
             in
             his
             chariot
             ;
             therefore
             
               Ceres
            
             lighted
             torches
             ,
             and
             sought
             her
             up
             and
             down
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             in
             her
             journey
             being
             kindly
             lodged
             by
             
               Celeus
               ,
            
             she
             taught
             him
             to
             sow
             corn
             ,
             and
             nourished
             his
             son
             
               Triptolemus
               ,
            
             by
             day
             with
             milk
             ,
             by
             night
             in
             fire
             ;
             which
             
               Celeus
            
             too
             curiously
             prying
             unto
             ,
             was
             slain
             by
             
               Ceres
               ;
            
             and
             
               Triptolemus
            
             was
             sent
             through
             the
             world
             in
             a
             chariot
             drawn
             with
             winged
             Dragons
             ,
             to
             teach
             men
             the
             use
             of
             corn
             ;
             
               Proserpina
            
             could
             not
             be
             delivered
             from
             Hell
             ,
             because
             she
             had
             tasted
             of
             a
             Pomegarnet
             in
             
               Pluto's
            
             Orchard
             ;
             yet
             afterward
             she
             was
             admitted
             to
             remain
             six
             moneths
             above
             the
             ground
             ,
             and
             six
             moneths
             under
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 CEres
              
               is
               the
               Moon
               ,
               which
               one
               half
               of
               the
               yeer
               increaseth
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               15
               dayes
               every
               moneth
               ,
               which
               time
               she
               is
               above
               the
               earth
               ;
               the
               other
               half
               yeer
               ,
               that
               she
               is
               decreasing
               ,
               she
               is
               under
               ;
               her
               daughter
               
                 Proserpina
              
               may
               be
               the
               earth
               ,
               which
               she
               loseth
               when
               
                 Pluto
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               darknesse
               doth
               take
               away
               the
               sight
               of
               it
               ;
               and
               her
               lighting
               of
               torches
               ,
               is
               the
               increase
               of
               her
               light
               ,
               by
               which
               the
               earth
               is
               seen
               again
               ;
               her
               hiding
               in
               a
               cave
               is
               her
               eclipse
               by
               the
               earths
               interposition
               ,
               but
               
                 Pan
              
               the
               Sun
               makes
               her
               appear
               again
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Ceres
              
               is
               corn
               ,
               which
               
               
                 Saturn
              
               and
               
                 Ops
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               time
               and
               earth
               produce
               ;
               
                 Proserpina
              
               is
               the
               seed
               ,
               which
               
                 Pluto
              
               ravisheth
               ,
               because
               it
               lyeth
               a
               while
               dead
               underground
               ;
               
                 Ceres
              
               hides
               her self
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               corn
               is
               not
               seen
               ,
               till
               
                 Pan
              
               the
               Sun
               by
               his
               heat
               bringeth
               it
               out
               ;
               
                 Ceres
              
               begets
               
                 Plutus
                 ,
              
               corn
               bringeth
               mony
               to
               the
               Farmer
               ,
               and
               a
               horse
               also
               ,
               because
               the
               desire
               of
               corn
               makes
               the
               Farmer
               labour
               like
               a
               horse
               ,
               or
               because
               the
               plenty
               of
               corn
               makes
               men
               wanton
               and
               unruly
               like
               horses
               ,
               as
               it
               did
               the
               Sodomites
               ;
               the
               lighting
               of
               Torches
               is
               the
               heat
               and
               light
               of
               the
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               ,
               by
               whose
               influence
               the
               corn
               is
               produced
               ,
               the
               nourishing
               of
               
                 Triptolemus
              
               by
               day
               with
               milk
               ,
               by
               night
               with
               fire
               ,
               is
               the
               cherishing
               of
               the
               corn
               with
               rain
               by
               day
               ,
               and
               heat
               in
               the
               bowells
               of
               the
               earth
               by
               night
               ,
               the
               tasting
               of
               
                 Pluto's
              
               fruit
               is
               the
               food
               which
               the
               corn
               receiveth
               from
               the
               ground
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Ceres
              
               is
               
                 a
              
               the
               earth
               ,
               by
               whose
               benefit
               ,
               we
               have
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               corn
               ,
               
                 Plutus
                 ,
              
               money
               ,
               and
               a
               horse
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               all
               cattell
               fit
               for
               use
               ;
               this
               is
               the
               nurse
               of
               all
               living
               creatures
               affording
               them
               milke
               and
               fire
               ,
               food
               and
               heat
               ;
               hence
               come
               these
               phrases
               ,
               
                 cereale
                 solum
                 ;
                 cereales
                 caenae
                 ,
              
               for
               plentifull
               suppers
               ,
               and
               a
               fruitfull
               ground
               ;
               and
               
                 cerealis
                 aura
                 ,
              
               for
               a
               temperate
               climat
               ;
               when
               
                 Proserpina
              
               gathering
               flowers
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               corne
               which
               groweth
               with
               the
               
                 b
              
               flowers
               ,
               especially
               the
               Poppie
               (
               therefore
               consecrated
               to
               
                 Ceres
                 )
              
               was
               carryed
               away
               by
               
                 Pluto
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               faileth
               by
               reason
               of
               sterilitie
               of
               the
               ground
               ,
               and
               intemperance
               of
               the
               air
               ;
               then
               
                 Ceres
              
               hides
               her selfe
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               earth
               loseth
               her
               beauty
               ;
               but
               by
               the
               means
               of
               
                 Pan
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               
               the
               shepherd
               with
               his
               sheep
               fold
               ,
               the
               land
               is
               inriched
               ,
               and
               
                 Ceres
              
               comes
               abroad
               in
               her
               best
               aray
               ,
               and
               by
               the
               help
               of
               her
               two
               lamps
               ,
               the
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               ,
               she
               recovers
               
                 Proserpina
              
               or
               corne
               again
               ;
               for
               halfe
               of
               the
               years
               she
               affordeth
               corn
               to
               
                 Triptolemus
              
               the
               husband-man
               ,
               who
               in
               the
               chariot
               of
               time
               ,
               drawn
               by
               the
               winged
               serpents
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               used
               ,
               guided
               ,
               and
               imployed
               by
               his
               diligence
               &
               prudence
               ,
               he
               sendeth
               his
               corn
               abroad
               to
               those
               that
               want
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Ceres
              
               may
               be
               the
               tipe
               of
               an
               earthly
               minded
               man
               ;
               who
               is
               not
               content
               with
               one
               calling
               ,
               but
               is
               still
               trying
               new
               wayes
               to
               grow
               rich
               ,
               somtimes
               he
               is
               in
               love
               with
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               aier
               ,
               and
               of
               him
               begets
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               he
               will
               be
               a
               husband-man
               ,
               then
               finding
               that
               life
               too
               laborious
               and
               not
               gainfull
               enough
               ,
               falls
               in
               love
               with
               
                 a
              
               
                 Iason
                 ,
              
               and
               playes
               the
               Physitian
               ,
               and
               of
               him
               begets
               blinde
               
                 Plutus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               mony
               ,
               and
               yet
               not
               being
               content
               ,
               he
               courts
               
                 Neptune
                 ,
              
               and
               will
               play
               the
               Merchant
               venturer
               ;
               and
               so
               being
               in
               love
               with
               the
               sea
               ,
               begets
               a
               horse
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               a
               ship
               ,
               but
               losing
               this
               way
               what
               he
               had
               got
               before
               ,
               hides
               himselfe
               and
               dares
               not
               shew
               his
               head
               ,
               till
               
                 Pan
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               mony
               ,
               (
               for
               mony
               is
               every
               thing
               )
               get
               him
               abroad
               again
               ;
               in
               the
               mean
               while
               he
               is
               run
               so
               far
               in
               the
               usurers
               bookes
               that
               his
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               his
               land
               ,
               to
               which
               he
               would
               fain
               returne
               ,
               is
               carryed
               away
               by
               
                 Pluto
              
               the
               usurer
               .
               5.
               
               In
               this
               fiction
               is
               reproved
               curiositie
               ,
               by
               the
               example
               of
               
                 Celeus
                 ;
              
               it
               is
               a
               dangerous
               thing
               to
               pry
               into
               the
               secrets
               of
               God
               .
               6.
               
               Here
               also
               we
               see
               the
               reward
               of
               hospitalitie
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Triptolemus
              
               is
               a
               spend-thrift
               ,
               who
               scatters
               abroad
               his
               goods
               ,
               as
               he
               did
               his
               corn
               ,
               in
               travelling
               ;
               
               being
               carried
               by
               winged
               serpents
               ,
               cunning
               flatterers
               ,
               who
               suddenly
               exhaust
               him
               .
               8.
               
               Let
               us
               take
               heed
               ,
               that
               whilst
               we
               are
               gathering
               flowers
               with
               
                 Proserpina
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               delighting
               our selves
               in
               these
               earthly
               vanities
               ,
               
                 Pluto
              
               the
               Devill
               do
               not
               take
               away
               our
               soules
               ,
               &
               so
               shall
               we
               be
               forced
               to
               leave
               the
               company
               of
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
                 Iuno
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               be
               taken
               from
               all
               our
               wordly
               wisdom
               ,
               wealth
               and
               pleasures
               .
               9.
               
               
                 Ceres
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               parents
               should
               be
               very
               watchfull
               over
               their
               daughters
               ;
               for
               a
               virgin
               ,
               that
               hath
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Venus
              
               with
               her
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               wit
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               and
               beautie
               ,
               is
               in
               danger
               to
               be
               carried
               away
               ,
               by
               
                 Pluto
                 ,
              
               by
               some
               debauched
               and
               untoward
               ruffian
               .
               10.
               
               As
               
                 Triptolemus
              
               could
               not
               be
               immortalized
               without
               
                 Ceres
              
               milk
               ,
               and
               fire
               ,
               neither
               can
               we
               attain
               Heaven
               without
               the
               sincere
               milke
               of
               Gods
               word
               and
               the
               fire
               of
               affliction
               ;
               and
               as
               in
               the
               day
               of
               prosperitie
               we
               are
               content
               to
               drinke
               the
               milk
               of
               his
               good
               things
               ,
               so
               in
               the
               night
               of
               adversitie
               we
               must
               not
               refuse
               to
               suffer
               the
               fierie
               triall
               of
               persecution
               .
               11.
               
               
                 Ceres
              
               was
               both
               a
               good
               Law-giver
               ,
               and
               feeder
               of
               men
               ;
               therefore
               her
               sacrifices
               were
               called
               
                 a
              
               
                 Thesmophoria
                 ;
              
               so
               Princes
               should
               be
               both
               .
               12.
               
               Beware
               of
               eating
               Pomegranets
               in
               
                 Pluto's
              
               orchard
               ,
               for
               that
               hindred
               
                 Proserpina's
              
               deliverie
               from
               thence
               ;
               so
               ,
               it
               is
               a
               hard
               thing
               to
               reclaim
               those
               from
               the
               power
               of
               Satan
               ,
               who
               do
               relish
               and
               delight
               in
               sin
               .
               13.
               
               
                 Ceres
              
               is
               a
               tipe
               of
               Gods
               church
               ;
               which
               is
               a
               grave
               Matron
               in
               rustick
               apparell
               ,
               as
               being
               of
               little
               esteem
               in
               the
               world
               ,
               having
               the
               spade
               of
               discipline
               in
               her
               right
               hand
               ,
               and
               from
               her
               arm
               hangs
               a
               basket
               full
               of
               the
               seeds
               of
               Gods
               
               Word
               ;
               by
               this
               hand
               stands
               two
               husband-men
               ,
               the
               one
               turning
               up
               the
               ground
               with
               a
               spade
               ,
               the
               other
               sowing
               the
               seed
               ;
               on
               her
               left
               hand
               (
               which
               holdeth
               the
               hook
               and
               flaile
               of
               correction
               and
               excommunication
               )
               stands
               two
               other
               husband-men
               ,
               the
               one
               reaping
               ,
               and
               the
               other
               threshing
               ,
               these
               are
               her
               ministers
               ,
               whose
               office
               is
               
                 a
              
               to
               root
               out
               ,
               and
               pull
               down
               ,
               to
               build
               and
               plant
               ;
               she
               sits
               upon
               the
               oxe
               of
               patience
               and
               labour
               ,
               with
               a
               crown
               of
               wheat
               ears
               upon
               her
               head
               ,
               as
               having
               power
               to
               distribute
               the
               bread
               of
               life
               ,
               her
               brests
               are
               open
               and
               stretched
               forth
               with
               the
               
                 b
              
               sincere
               milk
               of
               
                 Gods
              
               words
               ;
               over
               her
               right
               side
               ,
               
                 Iuno
              
               is
               dropping
               down
               rain
               ,
               and
               over
               her
               left
               ,
               
                 Apollo
              
               shineth
               ;
               to
               shew
               that
               by
               the
               heat
               of
               the
               Sun
               of
               righteousnesse
               ,
               and
               influence
               of
               graces
               
                 c
              
               from
               Gods
               spirit
               ,
               she
               doth
               flourish
               and
               fructifie
               .
               14.
               
               Christ
               is
               truly
               
                 Ceres
                 ;
              
               which
               having
               left
               mankind
               ,
               being
               carried
               away
               by
               the
               devil
               ,
               he
               came
               ,
               and
               with
               the
               torches
               of
               his
               words
               found
               him
               out
               ,
               and
               being
               drawn
               with
               the
               flying
               serpents
               of
               Zeal
               and
               Prudence
               ,
               dispersed
               his
               seed
               through
               the
               world
               ;
               went
               down
               to
               Hell
               and
               rescued
               us
               from
               thence
               .
            
             
               
                 You
                 that
                 walk
                 among
                 sweat
                 flowers
                 ,
              
               
                 Dasht
                 with
                 drops
                 of
                 twi-light
                 showers
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 with
                 smels
                 refresh
                 the
                 sence
                 ;
              
               
                 Look
                 about
                 and
                 carefull
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 plots
                 and
                 pollicie
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 black
                 infernall
                 Prince
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Who
                 's
                 still
                 ready
                 to
                 incroach
              
               
                 On
                 your
                 souls
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 his
                 Coach
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 hurl
                 you
                 from
                 hence
                 away
              
               
                 To
                 that
                 dark
                 and
                 dismall
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 you
                 cannot
                 see
                 the
                 face
              
               
                 Of
                 Apollo
                 and
                 the
                 day
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 let
                 us
                 take
                 heed
                 that
                 we
              
               
                 Taste
                 not
                 that
                 Pomegranat
                 tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 his
                 sad
                 Orchard
                 stands
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 do
                 ,
                 we
                 shall
                 remain
              
               
                 Captives
                 still
                 ,
                 and
                 ne're
                 again
              
               
                 Shall
                 escape
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 hands
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Juno
                 then
                 cannot
                 help
                 us
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 wealth
                 ,
                 nor
                 fair
                 Venus
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 sea-froth
                 countenance
                 ;
              
               
                 Neither
                 yet
                 that
                 blew-ey'd
                 maid
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 out
                 of
                 Joves
                 head
                 was
                 said
              
               
                 To
                 proceed
                 ,
                 can
                 help
                 us
                 thence
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Onely
                 Christ
                 did
                 undertake
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 pass'd
                 the
                 joylesse
                 Lake
              
               
                 To
                 release
                 our
                 souls
                 again
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 were
                 in
                 Pluto's
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 inthrall'd
                 within
                 his
                 Tower
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 we
                 should
                 have
                 ever
                 lain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 he
                 broke
                 the
                 gates
                 of
                 brasse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 way
                 for
                 us
                 to
                 passe
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 we
                 tasted
                 of
                 that
                 tree
              
               
                 Which
                 bereav'd
                 us
                 of
                 Gods
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 inclos'd
                 us
                 in
                 that
                 place
              
               
                 Where
                 dwels
                 endlesse
                 misery
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 dispersed
                 hath
                 that
                 seed
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 Word
                 ,
                 which
                 doth
                 us
                 feed
                 ;
              
               
                 Dragons
                 now
                 his
                 chariots
                 draw
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Who
                 before
                 were
                 Gentile
                 Kings
                 ,
              
               
                 Fierce
                 as
                 Dragons
                 ,
                 swift
                 with
                 wings
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 now
                 subject
                 to
                 his
                 Law
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 holds
                 out
                 his
                 burning
                 Lamps
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 expell
                 unwholsome
                 damps
              
               
                 From
                 us
                 that
                 in
                 darknesse
                 lye
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 doth
                 raise
                 us
                 from
                 below
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 for
                 half
                 a
                 yeer
                 or
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 for
                 all
                 eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 my
                 God
                 ,
                 amongst
                 May
                 flowers
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 spend
                 some
                 idle
                 hours
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 my
                 joyes
                 do
                 most
                 abound
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 think
                 on
                 Deaths
                 black
                 Coach
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 if
                 then
                 it
                 should
                 approach
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 may
                 be
                 then
                 ready
                 found
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Thou
                 do'st
                 feed
                 me
                 daily
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 sincere
                 milk
                 of
                 thy
                 Word
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 then
                 give
                 me
                 constancie
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 by
                 night
                 indure
              
               
                 Thy
                 hot
                 furnace
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 'm
                 sure
              
               
                 Thou
                 know'st
                 what
                 is
                 best
                 for
                 me
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CHARON
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             the
             sonne
             of
             
               Erebus
            
             and
             night
             ;
             the
             boat-man
             of
             Hell
             ,
             who
             admitted
             none
             to
             his
             boat
             without
             mony
             ,
             and
             till
             they
             were
             dead
             and
             buried
             ;
             Yet
             
               Aenaeas
            
             by
             his
             pietie
             ,
             
               Hercules
            
             and
             
               Theseus
            
             by
             their
             strength
             ,
             
               Orpheus
            
             by
             his
             musick
             were
             admitted
             there
             before
             their
             death
             .
          
           
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               
                 Charon
              
               doubtlesse
               death
               was
               understood
               ;
               from
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               to
               dig
               or
               make
               hollow
               ,
               for
               death
               is
               stil
               holow
               eyed
               ,
               or
               from
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               joy
               ,
               for
               good
               men
               in
               death
               have
               true
               joy
               ;
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               also
               is
               a
               benefit
               ,
               and
               death
               is
               such
               ,
               and
               an
               advantage
               to
               good
               men
               ;
               but
               so
               it
               is
               made
               by
               Christ
               ,
               for
               in
               it selfe
               ,
               death
               is
               the
               childe
               of
               Hell
               and
               night
               ,
               and
               as
               
                 Charon
              
               is
               described
               by
               
                 a
              
               the
               King
               of
               Poets
               ,
               to
               be
               old
               ,
               but
               yet
               vigorous
               ,
               uggly
               ,
               furious
               ,
               terrible
               ,
               sad
               ,
               covetous
               ,
               so
               is
               death
               ;
               that
               which
               they
               fable
               of
               
                 Aenaeas
                 ,
                 Hercules
                 ,
              
               &c.
               was
               true
               in
               our
               Saviour
               ,
               who
               overcame
               
                 Charon
                 ,
              
               or
               death
               by
               his
               piety
               ,
               strength
               ,
               power
               of
               his
               word
               ,
               &c.
               
               He
               that
               would
               be
               admited
               into
               
                 Charons
              
               boat
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               have
               a
               joyfull
               death
               ,
               must
               carry
               money
               in
               his
               mouth
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               make
               him
               friends
               of
               his
               unjust
               Mammon
               ;
               for
               what
               wee
               bestow
               on
               the
               poor
               ,
               that
               we
               carrie
               with
               us
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               the
               benefit
               and
               comfort
               of
               it
               ,
               and
               we
               cannot
               have
               a
               joyfull
               death
               ,
               or
               be
               admited
               into
               
                 Charons
              
               boat
               ,
               till
               our
               body
               of
               sin
               be
               buried
               by
               repentance
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Charon
              
               is
               a
               good
               conscience
               which
               is
               a
               continuall
               feast
               ;
               this
               carrieth
               us
               over
               the
               infernall
               rivers
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               over
               all
               the
               waters
               of
               affliction
               in
               this
               life
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Charon
              
               is
               the
               sin
               of
               drunkennesse
               ,
               the
               cup
               is
               the
               boat
               ,
               the
               wine
               is
               the
               river
               
                 Phlegeton
              
               which
               burnes
               them
               ,
               and
               
                 Acheron
              
               wherin
               is
               no
               true
               joy
               ,
               
                 Styx
              
               which
               causeth
               sadnesse
               and
               complaints
               ;
               for
               these
               are
               the
               effects
               of
               drunkennesse
               ;
               
                 Charons
              
               fierie
               face
               ,
               ragged
               cloaths
               ,
               brawling
               
               and
               scolding
               tongue
               ,
               rotten
               boat
               still
               drinking
               in
               water
               ,
               are
               the
               true
               emblems
               of
               a
               drunkard
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               childe
               of
               Hell
               ,
               and
               begot
               of
               Satan
               ,
               and
               the
               night
               ,
               for
               they
               that
               are
               drunk
               ,
               are
               drunk
               in
               the
               night
               ;
               he
               admits
               of
               no
               company
               but
               such
               as
               are
               dead
               in
               this
               sin
               ,
               &
               buried
               in
               it
               ,
               and
               such
               as
               have
               mony
               in
               their
               mouths
               ,
               that
               is
               spend-thrifts
               who
               spend
               all
               on
               their
               throats
               .
            
             
               
                 Remember
                 this
                 ,
                 all
                 you
                 that
                 spend
              
               
                 Your
                 life
                 on
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 mark
                 your
                 end
                 :
              
               
                 As
                 oft
                 as
                 cups
                 and
                 pots
                 you
                 tosse
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 oft
                 the
                 river
                 Styx
                 you
                 crosse
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 'r
                 Owls
                 ,
                 you
                 do
                 not
                 love
                 the
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 the
                 sons
                 of
                 Hell
                 and
                 night
                 :
              
               
                 Black
                 Erybus
                 begot
                 you
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 'r
                 Monsters
                 sure
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 not
                 men
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 afraid
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 you
                 dye
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 bodies
                 should
                 unburied
                 lye
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 your
                 souls
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 trade
              
               
                 A
                 hundreth
                 yeers
                 in
                 death's
                 black
                 shade
                 ,
              
               
                 Before
                 you
                 can
                 admitted
                 be
              
               
                 In
                 Charons
                 boat
                 ;
                 this
                 you
                 foresee
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 wisely
                 to
                 prevent
                 this
                 soare
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 'l
                 be
                 intomb'd
                 in
                 drink
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 you
                 make
                 your
                 Funerall
              
               
                 Your selves
                 by
                 times
                 in
                 wine
                 and
                 oil
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 have
                 an
                 old
                 and
                 leaking
                 throat
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 sucking
                 in
                 like
                 Charons
                 boat
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 company
                 you
                 will
                 admit
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 who
                 are
                 buried
                 in
                 the
                 pit
              
               
                 Of
                 wine
                 ,
                 whose
                 mouths
                 must
                 fraughted
                 be
              
               
                 With
                 coin
                 ,
                 such
                 are
                 your
                 company
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 before
                 I
                 go
                 from
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 Give
                 me
                 a
                 joyfull
                 conscience
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 joyfully
                 ride
                 on
              
               
                 The
                 billows
                 of
                 affliction
                 .
              
               
               
                 Save
                 me
                 ,
                 O
                 God
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 foul
                 vice
              
               
                 Of
                 drunkennesse
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 avarice
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 D
                 ath's
                 wherry
                 shall
                 receive
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 then
                 thy
                 comfort
                 leave
                 me
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 shall
                 I
                 not
                 fear
                 Charons
                 looks
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 be
                 dismaid
                 to
                 crosse
                 these
                 brooks
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Styx
                 ,
                 Cocytus
                 ,
                 Acharon
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 waves
                 of
                 scalding
                 Phlegeton
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CHIMAERA
             .
          
           
             THis
             was
             a
             monster
             ,
             having
             the
             head
             of
             a
             Lyon
             ,
             breathing
             out
             fire
             ,
             the
             bellie
             of
             a
             goat
             ,
             and
             the
             taile
             of
             a
             Dragon
             ;
             which
             did
             much
             hurt
             ,
             but
             was
             killed
             at
             last
             by
             
               Bellerophon
               .
            
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               SOme
               thinke
               that
               this
               was
               a
               Hill
               ,
               on
               the
               top
               wherof
               were
               Lyons
               ,
               and
               
                 Vulcans
              
               of
               fire
               ,
               about
               the
               middle
               was
               pasture
               ,
               and
               goates
               ,
               at
               the
               foote
               serpents
               ,
               which
               
                 Bellerophon
              
               made
               habitable
               ;
               others
               thinke
               this
               was
               a
               Pirates
               ship
               ,
               having
               the
               picture
               of
               these
               three
               beasts
               in
               it
               ,
               others
               that
               these
               were
               three
               brothers
               called
               by
               these
               names
               ,
               which
               did
               much
               hurt
               ,
               others
               that
               by
               this
               fiction
               is
               meant
               a
               torrent
               of
               water
               ,
               running
               furiously
               like
               a
               Lyon
               ,
               licking
               the
               grasse
               upon
               the
               banks
               like
               a
               goat
               ,
               and
               winding
               like
               a
               serpent
               ,
               as
               may
               be
               seen
               in
               
                 Natal
                 .
                 Comes
                 ,
              
               and
               others
               ;
               but
               I
               had
               rather
               thinke
               ,
               that
               by
               this
               Monster
               may
               be
               meant
               a
               whore
               ;
               which
               is
               the
               wave
               or
               
                 a
              
               scum
               of
               love
               ,
               
               wherin
               many
               are
               drowned
               ;
               she
               hath
               a
               Lyons
               devouring
               mouth
               still
               craving
               ,
               and
               devouring
               mens
               estates
               ;
               she
               hath
               the
               wanton
               belly
               of
               a
               goat
               ,
               but
               in
               the
               end
               will
               sting
               and
               poyson
               like
               a
               Dragon
               .
               2.
               
               By
               
                 Chimaera
              
               I
               thinke
               wine
               may
               be
               meant
               ,
               which
               makes
               men
               furious
               like
               Lyons
               ,
               wanton
               like
               goats
               ,
               and
               cunning
               or
               craftie
               like
               serpents
               .
               3.
               
               The
               life
               of
               man
               may
               be
               meant
               by
               this
               Monster
               ;
               for
               man
               in
               his
               youthfull
               yeares
               is
               an
               untamed
               Lyon
               ,
               in
               his
               middle
               age
               a
               wanton
               ,
               or
               an
               aspiring
               goat
               ,
               still
               striving
               to
               climbe
               upon
               the
               steep
               rockes
               of
               honour
               ;
               and
               in
               his
               old
               age
               he
               becomes
               a
               wise
               and
               crafty
               serpent
               .
               4.
               
               Satan
               may
               be
               understood
               by
               
                 Chimaera
                 ,
              
               who
               in
               the
               beginning
               of
               the
               Church
               did
               rage
               like
               a
               Lyon
               by
               open
               persecution
               ;
               in
               the
               middle
               and
               flourishing
               time
               thereof
               ,
               like
               a
               goat
               made
               her
               wanton
               ;
               and
               in
               the
               end
               will
               shew
               himself
               to
               be
               that
               red
               Dragon
               ,
               labouring
               by
               secret
               cunning
               ,
               and
               slights
               ,
               to
               undermine
               and
               poyson
               her
               ;
               but
               Christ
               already
               hath
               ,
               and
               we
               in
               him
               ,
               shall
               overcome
               this
               Monster
               .
            
             
               
                 Then
                 let
                 us
                 all
                 take
                 heed
                 of
                 wine
                 and
                 whores
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 will
                 save
                 these
                 wretched
                 souls
                 of
                 ours
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 we
                 would
                 preserve
                 our
                 lands
                 and
                 monies
              
               
                 From
                 these
                 devourers
                 of
                 mens
                 patrimonies
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 these
                 monsters
                 rather
                 fight
                 then
                 flye
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 rather
                 kill
                 them
                 then
                 they
                 shall
                 kill
                 me
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Lyons
                 fury
                 's
                 kill'd
                 with
                 patience
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 goatish
                 wantonnesse
                 with
                 abstinence
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Dragons
                 sting
                 use
                 Antidotes
                 ,
              
               
                 Resist
                 his
                 cunning
                 plots
                 with
                 counterplots
                 .
              
               
                 Fear
                 not
                 ,
                 our
                 life
                 's
                 a
                 warfare
                 ;
                 either
                 we
              
               
                 Must
                 fight
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 where
                 is
                 our
                 victory
                 ?
              
               
                 Without
                 which
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 triumph
                 ,
                 no
                 renown
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 conquest
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 crown
                 .
              
               
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 great
                 combate
                 strengthen
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 through
                 thy
                 power
                 I
                 may
                 victorious
                 be
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 thy
                 presence
                 cheer
                 my
                 heart
                 ,
                 refresh
              
               
                 My
                 fainting
                 spirits
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 trembling
                 flesh
                 ;
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 the
                 Lord
                 of
                 hoasts
                 ,
                 O
                 let
                 thy
                 word
              
               
                 Be
                 unto
                 me
                 a
                 Buckler
                 ,
                 Helmet
                 ,
                 Sword
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 can
                 Chimaera
                 do
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 assist
                 me
                 ?
              
               
                 Be
                 thou
                 my
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 who
                 dare
                 resist
                 me
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CHIRON
          
           
             WAs
             a
             
               Centaur
            
             begot
             of
             
               Saturn
            
             in
             the
             forme
             of
             a
             horse
             ,
             of
             
               Phyllyra
            
             the
             daughter
             of
             
               Oceanus
               ;
            
             he
             was
             an
             excellent
             Astronomer
             ,
             Physitian
             and
             Musitian
             ;
             whose
             schollers
             were
             
               Hercules
               ,
               Apollo
               ,
            
             and
             
               Achilles
               ,
            
             he
             was
             wounded
             in
             the
             foot
             by
             one
             of
             
               Hercules
            
             his
             arrows
             ,
             of
             which
             wound
             he
             could
             not
             die
             being
             immortall
             ,
             till
             he
             intreated
             
               Iupiter
               ,
            
             who
             placed
             
               a
            
             him
             among
             the
             stars
             ,
             with
             a
             sacrifice
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             and
             an
             Altar
             before
             him
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THat
               
                 Charon
              
               is
               begot
               of
               
                 Saturn
              
               and
               
                 Phillyra
                 ,
              
               is
               meant
               that
               Astronomie
               ,
               Physick
               ,
               Musick
               ,
               and
               all
               other
               arts
               begot
               of
               time
               and
               experience
               ,
               or
               of
               time
               and
               books
               ;
               for
               
                 Phyllyra
              
               is
               a
               thin
               skin
               or
               parchment
               ,
               or
               paper
               ,
               or
               that
               which
               is
               betwixt
               the
               bark
               and
               the
               wood
               of
               the
               tree
               ,
               and
               is
               called
               
                 Tyllia
                 ,
              
               on
               which
               they
               used
               to
               write
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Saturn
              
               or
               time
               begets
               learned
               
                 Chiron
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               arts
               and
               sciences
               by
               the
               help
               of
               reading
               ,
               
               but
               he
               must
               do
               it
               in
               the
               forme
               of
               a
               horse
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               with
               much
               patience
               and
               labour
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Chiron
              
               may
               signifie
               to
               us
               the
               life
               of
               a
               Christian
               ,
               which
               consisteth
               in
               contemplation
               ,
               and
               so
               he
               is
               an
               Astronomer
               ,
               whose
               conversion
               and
               thoughts
               are
               in
               heaven
               ,
               and
               in
               action
               ,
               which
               consisteth
               in
               speaking
               well
               ,
               and
               so
               he
               is
               a
               Musitian
               ,
               and
               in
               doing
               well
               ,
               and
               so
               he
               is
               a
               Physitian
               ;
               and
               because
               Christianitie
               is
               more
               a
               practick
               then
               speculative
               science
               ,
               he
               hath
               his
               denomination
               
                 Chiron
              
               from
               
                 a
              
               the
               hand
               ,
               not
               from
               the
               head
               ;
               lastly
               ,
               suffering
               is
               a
               part
               of
               Christianitie
               ,
               and
               so
               
                 Chiron
              
               patiently
               suffered
               the
               wound
               of
               
                 Hercules
              
               his
               arrow
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Chirons
              
               feet
               were
               wounded
               before
               he
               was
               admitted
               amongst
               the
               stars
               ;
               so
               our
               affections
               must
               be
               mortified
               ,
               before
               we
               can
               attain
               heaven
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Chirons
              
               pain
               made
               him
               desire
               to
               die
               ,
               so
               affliction
               makes
               us
               weary
               of
               this
               world
               ,
               and
               fits
               us
               for
               heaven
               .
               6.
               
               
                 Chiron
              
               hath
               his
               Altar
               still
               before
               him
               ,
               and
               his
               sacrifice
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
               so
               Christ
               our
               Altar
               must
               be
               still
               in
               our
               eyes
               ,
               and
               our
               spirituall
               sacrifices
               still
               ready
               to
               be
               offered
               .
               7.
               
               In
               that
               a
               
                 Centaur
              
               had
               so
               much
               knowledge
               ,
               we
               see
               that
               sometime
               in
               mis-shapen
               bodies
               are
               eminent
               parts
               ,
               as
               were
               in
               
                 Aesop
                 ,
                 Epictetus
                 ,
              
               and
               others
               .
               8.
               
               
                 Achilles
              
               so
               valiant
               ,
               
                 Hercules
              
               so
               strong
               ,
               
                 Apollo
              
               so
               wise
               ,
               yet
               were
               content
               to
               learne
               of
               a
               deformed
               
                 Centaur
                 ;
              
               so
               all
               should
               hearken
               to
               the
               Ministers
               doctrine
               ,
               be
               his
               life
               never
               so
               deformed
               ,
               though
               he
               be
               a
               
                 Centaur
              
               in
               his
               life
               ,
               yet
               he
               is
               a
               man
               ,
               nay
               an
               Angel
               in
               his
               doctrine
               .
            
             
               
                 To
                 gaze
                 upon
                 nights
                 sparkling
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 still
                 are
                 rolling
                 in
                 the
                 skies
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Is
                 Chirons
                 head
                 ;
                 but
                 we
              
               
                 Must
                 have
                 his
                 curing
                 hands
                 also
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 's
                 feet
                 ,
                 which
                 may
                 indure
                 Gods
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 's
                 voice
                 of
                 melody
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 hands
                 must
                 work
                 salvation
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 heads
                 must
                 meditate
                 upon
              
               
                 Heavens
                 shining
                 Canopy
                 :
              
               
                 Our
                 tongues
                 must
                 praise
                 Gods
                 actions
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 feet
                 of
                 our
                 affections
              
               
                 For
                 sin
                 must
                 wounded
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 before
                 my
                 Altar
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 sacrifices
                 in
                 my
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 to
                 God
                 will
                 pray
                 :
              
               
                 Lord
                 heal
                 these
                 wounded
                 feet
                 of
                 mine
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 make
                 me
                 as
                 a
                 Star
                 to
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 as
                 the
                 brightest
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 Give
                 me
                 the
                 head
                 of
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 and
              
               
                 A
                 well-tun'd
                 tongue
                 ,
                 a
                 working
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 feet
                 which
                 may
                 thy
                 blow
              
               
                 Indure
                 ;
                 O
                 wound
                 me
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 By
                 wounds
                 may
                 be
                 prepar'd
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wean'd
                 from
                 things
                 below
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CIRCE
             .
          
           
             THe
             daughter
             of
             
               Sol
            
             and
             
               Persis
               ,
            
             and
             by
             her
             grandchilde
             of
             
               Oceanus
               ;
            
             she
             was
             a
             witch
             ,
             &
             skilfull
             in
             hearbs
             ,
             she
             poysoned
             her
             husband
             ,
             King
             of
             
               Scythia
               ,
            
             and
             for
             her
             cruelty
             was
             banished
             thence
             ,
             and
             carryed
             by
             her
             father
             
               Sol
            
             in
             a
             chariot
             ,
             and
             placed
             in
             the
             Iland
             
               Circaea
               :
            
             she
             turned
             
               Vlisses
            
             fellowes
             unto
             swine
             ,
             but
             over
             him
             she
             had
             no
             power
             ;
             she
             could
             not
             procure
             the
             good
             will
             of
             
               Glaucus
               ,
            
             who
             loved
             
               Scylla
            
             better
             then
             
               Circe
               ;
            
             shee
             infected
             the
             water
             ,
             in
             which
             
               Scylla
            
             was
             wont
             to
             wash
             ,
             and
             was
             (
             having
             
             touched
             this
             water
             )
             turned
             unto
             a
             Sea-Monster
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 CIrce
                 ,
              
               saith
               
                 Nat.
                 
                 Comes
                 ,
              
               is
               the
               mixture
               of
               the
               Elements
               ,
               which
               is
               caused
               by
               heat
               and
               moysture
               ;
               the
               4.
               
               Elements
               are
               the
               4
               hand-maids
               ;
               she
               is
               immortall
               because
               this
               mixture
               is
               perpetuall
               ;
               and
               the
               strange
               shapes
               shew
               the
               varietie
               of
               strange
               forms
               brought
               in
               by
               generation
               ,
               she
               had
               no
               power
               over
               
                 Vlisses
              
               because
               the
               soul
               commeth
               not
               by
               mixtion
               of
               the
               Elements
               ,
               or
               generation
               .
               2.
               
               By
               
                 Circe
                 ,
              
               I
               suppose
               may
               be
               fittly
               understood
               death
               ;
               caused
               by
               
                 Sol
              
               and
               
                 Oceanus
              
               grand-childe
               ,
               because
               death
               and
               corruption
               proceed
               out
               of
               heat
               and
               moysture
               ;
               the
               poysoning
               of
               her
               husband
               shews
               that
               death
               is
               no
               accepter
               of
               persons
               ;
               
                 Sol
              
               carrieth
               her
               in
               his
               chariot
               ,
               for
               where
               the
               Sun
               shines
               there
               is
               death
               and
               corruption
               ;
               her
               turning
               of
               men
               unto
               beasts
               ,
               shews
               that
               man
               is
               like
               the
               beast
               that
               perisheth
               ,
               yea
               a
               living
               dog
               is
               better
               then
               a
               dead
               man
               ;
               but
               she
               hath
               no
               power
               over
               
                 Vlisses
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               over
               the
               soul
               which
               is
               immortall
               ,
               death
               hath
               no
               power
               ;
               the
               four
               hand-maids
               that
               gathered
               poyson
               for
               her
               ,
               were
               
                 Adams
              
               pride
               ,
               gluttonie
               ,
               infidelitie
               ,
               and
               curiositie
               ,
               which
               made
               
                 Adams
              
               death
               poyson
               all
               his
               posteritie
               .
               3.
               
               By
               
                 Circe
              
               may
               be
               meant
               the
               Devill
               ,
               who
               hath
               caused
               beastly
               dispositions
               in
               the
               nature
               of
               man
               ,
               and
               hath
               poisoned
               us
               all
               ;
               as
               
                 Circe
              
               infected
               
                 Vlisses
              
               fellows
               ,
               but
               not
               himself
               ;
               so
               he
               poysoned
               
                 Iobs
              
               body
               ,
               but
               had
               no
               power
               over
               his
               soul
               ;
               and
               because
               God
               had
               set
               his
               
               love
               upon
               man
               ,
               and
               had
               rejected
               him
               for
               his
               pride
               ,
               being
               an
               Angel
               ,
               he
               to
               be
               revenged
               poysoned
               man
               ,
               as
               
                 Circe
              
               did
               
                 Scylla
                 .
                 4.
                 
                 Circe
              
               is
               physicall
               knowledge
               consisting
               much
               in
               herbs
               ;
               she
               is
               the
               daughter
               of
               
                 Sol
                 ,
              
               because
               herbs
               proceed
               of
               his
               heat
               ;
               she
               turneth
               men
               unto
               beasts
               ,
               because
               some
               physitians
               searching
               too
               much
               unto
               nature
               ,
               become
               beasts
               ,
               in
               forgetting
               the
               God
               of
               nature
               ;
               she
               dwelt
               on
               a
               hill
               full
               of
               physicall
               simples
               ,
               to
               let
               us
               understand
               wherein
               the
               physitians
               skill
               and
               studie
               lyeth
               ;
               he
               hath
               no
               power
               over
               
                 Vlisses
                 ,
              
               the
               soul
               ,
               but
               the
               bodies
               of
               men
               he
               may
               poyson
               or
               preserve
               ;
               his
               4
               hand-maides
               are
               ,
               Phylosophy
               ,
               Astronomie
               ,
               Anatomie
               ,
               and
               Botancie
               or
               skill
               of
               simples
               .
               5.
               
               Sin
               is
               a
               
                 Circe
                 ,
              
               chiefly
               drunkennesse
               and
               whoredom
               which
               poyson
               men
               ,
               and
               turn
               them
               unto
               swine
               ;
               
                 Circe
              
               hath
               both
               a
               cup
               and
               a
               rod
               ,
               with
               which
               she
               poysoned
               men
               ;
               so
               in
               sin
               there
               is
               a
               cup
               of
               pleasure
               ,
               and
               the
               rod
               of
               vengeance
               ;
               though
               
                 Vlisses
              
               fellows
               were
               poysoned
               ,
               yet
               he
               would
               not
               himself
               be
               enticed
               by
               
                 Circe
                 ;
              
               but
               by
               means
               of
               the
               herb
               
                 Moly
                 ,
              
               and
               his
               sword
               ,
               he
               hath
               defended
               himself
               ,
               and
               made
               
                 Circe
              
               restore
               his
               fellows
               again
               to
               their
               wonted
               shapes
               ;
               so
               Governers
               and
               Magistrates
               must
               not
               be
               overtaken
               with
               the
               
                 Circe
              
               of
               drink
               and
               fleshly
               pleasure
               ,
               howsoever
               others
               are
               ;
               but
               they
               must
               use
               
                 Moly
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               temperance
               in
               them selves
               ,
               and
               use
               the
               sword
               ,
               against
               this
               
                 Circe
              
               in
               others
               .
            
             
               
                 All
                 you
                 that
                 love
                 your
                 souls
                 ,
              
               
                 Beware
                 of
                 Circes
                 bowls
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 go
                 not
                 to
                 her
                 feasts
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 men
                 are
                 turn'd
                 to
                 beasts
                 .
              
               
               
                 Remember
                 whil'st
                 you
                 'r
                 drinking
                 wine
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 Circe
                 turned
                 men
                 to
                 swine
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 whore
                 with
                 painted
                 smiles
              
               
                 The
                 wanton
                 youth
                 beguiles
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 hath
                 a
                 pleasant
                 cup
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 silly
                 fools
                 drink
                 up
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 whil'st
                 you
                 'r
                 drinking
                 ,
                 eye
                 the
                 wand
              
               
                 Which
                 Circe
                 beareth
                 in
                 her
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 first
                 sin
                 seems
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 A
                 pleasing
                 thing
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fools
                 with
                 vain
                 delights
              
               
                 Do
                 cloy
                 their
                 appetites
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 every
                 pleasure
                 hath
                 its
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 sweetest
                 honey
                 there
                 is
                 bane
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 men
                 of
                 meaner
                 sort
              
               
                 Make
                 drunkennesse
                 but
                 a
                 sport
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 let
                 not
                 men
                 of
                 place
              
               
                 Their
                 state
                 so
                 much
                 disgrace
                 :
              
               
                 Ulisses
                 must
                 have
                 temperance
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 his
                 servants
                 lose
                 their
                 sence
                 ,
              
               
                 Lord
                 arm
                 me
                 with
                 thy
                 Word
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 like
                 Ulisses
                 sword
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 Circe
                 may
                 defend
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 herb
                 Moly
                 send
                 me
                 :
              
               
                 Having
                 this
                 sword
                 and
                 herb
                 ,
                 O
                 God
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 shun
                 the
                 cup
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 scape
                 the
                 rod
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CAELUS
             .
          
           
             THis
             was
             the
             son
             of
             
               Aether
               ,
            
             and
             
               Dies
               ,
            
             who
             married
             with
             
               Terra
               ,
            
             and
             of
             her
             begot
             Gyants
             ,
             Monsters
             ,
             
               Cyclopes
               ,
               Harpe
               ,
               Steropes
               ,
            
             and
             
               Brontes
               ;
            
             he
             begot
             also
             of
             her
             the
             
               Titanes
            
             and
             
               Saturn
               ;
            
             mother
             earth
             being
             angry
             that
             
               Coelus
            
             had
             thrown
             down
             his
             sons
             to
             Hell
             ,
             caused
             the
             
               Titans
            
             to
             rebell
             against
             him
             ,
             who
             thrust
             him
             out
             of
             his
             Kingdom
             ,
             and
             
               Saturn
            
             cut
             off
             
             his
             testicles
             ;
             out
             of
             the
             drops
             of
             bloud
             which
             fell
             from
             them
             ,
             the
             Furies
             were
             ingendred
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               
                 Caelus
              
               I
               understand
               the
               upper
               region
               of
               the
               air
               ;
               for
               the
               air
               is
               called
               heaven
               ,
               both
               by
               Poets
               and
               divine
               Scripture
               :
               this
               may
               be
               sayd
               to
               be
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Aether
              
               and
               
                 Dies
                 ,
              
               not
               only
               because
               it
               is
               alwayes
               cleer
               ,
               free
               from
               clouds
               and
               mists
               ,
               but
               because
               also
               it
               hath
               the
               nature
               of
               elementary
               fire
               ,
               to
               which
               it
               is
               next
               ;
               for
               it
               is
               hot
               and
               drie
               ,
               as
               that
               is
               ,
               and
               more
               properly
               may
               this
               fire
               be
               called
               
                 Aether
              
               from
               its
               continuall
               burning
               ,
               then
               the
               heaven
               which
               hath
               no
               elementarie
               heat
               at
               all
               ;
               his
               mariage
               with
               the
               earth
               ,
               of
               which
               
                 Titans
                 ,
                 Cyclopes
                 ,
              
               &c.
               are
               procreated
               ,
               do
               shew
               that
               those
               fierie
               Meteors
               in
               the
               upper
               region
               of
               the
               air
               ,
               are
               procreated
               by
               its
               heat
               and
               motion
               ,
               of
               these
               thin
               and
               drie
               smoaks
               which
               arise
               out
               of
               the
               earth
               ;
               the
               names
               of
               
                 Steropes
              
               and
               
                 Brontes
              
               shew
               that
               lightning
               and
               thunder
               are
               generated
               there
               in
               respect
               of
               their
               matter
               ,
               which
               being
               received
               within
               the
               clouds
               of
               the
               middle
               region
               ,
               cause
               the
               rumbling
               ,
               as
               if
               there
               were
               some
               rebellion
               and
               wars
               within
               the
               clouds
               ;
               
                 Saturn
              
               his
               son
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               time
               the
               measurer
               of
               heavens
               motion
               ,
               shal
               geld
               his
               father
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               heaven
               shall
               grow
               old
               ,
               and
               in
               time
               shall
               lose
               that
               power
               of
               generation
               ;
               for
               this
               shall
               cease
               ,
               when
               there
               shall
               bee
               a
               new
               heaven
               ;
               and
               upon
               this
               new
               change
               in
               the
               heaven
               ,
               the
               Furies
               shall
               be
               ingendred
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               torments
               of
               the
               wicked
               shall
               begin
               .
               2.
               
               They
               that
               geld
               ancient
               records
               ,
               
               fathers
               and
               scripture
               ,
               are
               like
               
                 Saturn
                 ,
              
               rebelling
               against
               heaven
               ,
               being
               incouraged
               thereto
               by
               those
               spirituall
               monsters
               ,
               enemies
               of
               truth
               ,
               who
               were
               thrust
               down
               from
               heaven
               ,
               and
               that
               light
               of
               glorie
               ,
               wherein
               they
               were
               created
               ;
               unto
               the
               lowest
               Hell
               ;
               and
               of
               this
               gelding
               proceed
               nothing
               but
               Furies
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               heresies
               ,
               schismes
               ,
               dissentions
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Saturninus
                 ,
                 Tatianus
              
               and
               his
               schollers
               ,
               the
               
                 Encratites
                 ,
                 Originists
                 ,
                 Manichaeans
                 ,
              
               and
               all
               other
               heriticks
               who
               have
               condemned
               matrimonie
               ,
               as
               an
               unclean
               thing
               ,
               and
               not
               injoyned
               by
               God
               ;
               they
               are
               all
               like
               
                 Saturn
                 ,
              
               being
               assisted
               by
               their
               brethren
               the
               Monsters
               of
               Hell
               ,
               and
               do
               what
               they
               can
               to
               geld
               their
               father
               
                 Adam
                 ,
              
               of
               his
               posteritie
               ,
               and
               to
               rebell
               against
               heaven
               ;
               and
               what
               ensueth
               upon
               this
               gelding
               or
               condemning
               of
               wedlocke
               ,
               but
               Furies
               and
               all
               kinde
               of
               disorder
               and
               impuritie
               .
               4.
               
               The
               children
               of
               heaven
               and
               of
               the
               light
               ,
               must
               not
               as
               
                 Caelus
              
               did
               ,
               joyne
               themselves
               in
               their
               affections
               to
               the
               earth
               ;
               for
               of
               this
               union
               shall
               proceed
               nothing
               but
               Monsters
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               earthly
               and
               fleshly
               lusts
               ,
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               works
               which
               will
               rebell
               against
               our
               souls
               ,
               and
               geld
               us
               of
               all
               spirituall
               grace
               ,
               and
               of
               our
               interest
               in
               the
               kingdom
               of
               Heaven
               ;
               and
               then
               must
               needs
               be
               ingendred
               the
               Furies
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               the
               torments
               of
               conscience
               .
            
             
               
                 You
                 sons
                 of
                 heaven
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Stoop
                 not
                 so
                 low
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 to
                 betroth
                 your
                 souls
                 to
                 clay
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 then
                 I
                 know
              
               
                 That
                 of
                 this
                 match
                 will
                 come
                 no
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 rather
                 a
                 pernicious
                 brood
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 A
                 race
                 of
                 Monsters
                 shall
                 proceed
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 thy
                 loins
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 in
                 time
                 tak'st
                 not
                 good
                 heed
              
               
                 To
                 whom
                 thou
                 joyn'st
              
               
                 Thy
                 soul
                 in
                 wedlock
                 ,
                 earth
                 's
                 not
                 fit
              
               
                 For
                 thee
                 to
                 fix
                 thy
                 heart
                 on
                 it
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 she
                 will
                 bring
                 thee
                 such
                 a
                 brood
              
               
                 That
                 shall
                 resist
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 thy
                 soul
                 they
                 have
                 withstood
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 will
                 devest
                 thee
              
               
                 Both
                 of
                 thy
                 Kingdom
                 and
                 thy
                 strength
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bring
                 thee
                 under
                 them
                 at
                 length
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 if
                 earths
                 Adamantine
                 knife
              
               
                 Emasculate
              
               
                 Thy
                 soul
                 ,
                 then
                 shall
                 thy
                 barren
                 life
              
               
                 And
                 gelded
                 state
              
               
                 Ingender
                 in
                 thee
                 endlesse
                 cares
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Furies
                 with
                 their
                 snaky
                 hairs
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 joyn
                 my
                 heart
                 so
                 close
                 to
                 thee
              
               
                 With
                 fervent
                 love
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 covet
                 constantly
              
               
                 The
                 things
                 above
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 glory
                 crowns
                 that
                 princely
                 brow
              
               
                 To
                 which
                 both
                 men
                 and
                 Angels
                 bow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 not
                 earth
                 effeminate
              
               
                 My
                 heart
                 with
                 toyes
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 let
                 my
                 soul
                 participate
              
               
                 Thy
                 heavenly
                 joyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Angels
                 spend
                 their
                 endlesse
                 dayes
              
               
                 In
                 singing
                 of
                 Elysian
                 layes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 if
                 my
                 mother
                 be
                 the
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 heaven
                 my
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 let
                 my
                 soul
                 dwell
                 in
                 that
                 bright
              
               
               
                 Aetheriall
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Gyants
                 ,
                 Furies
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 race
              
               
                 Of
                 Titans
                 dare
                 not
                 shew
                 their
                 face
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CUPIDO
             .
          
           
             OF
             
               Cupids
            
             parents
             ,
             some
             say
             he
             had
             none
             at
             all
             ;
             others
             ,
             that
             he
             was
             ingendred
             of
             
               Chais
            
             without
             a
             father
             ;
             some
             say
             he
             was
             the
             son
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Venus
               ;
            
             others
             ,
             of
             
               Mars
            
             and
             
               Venus
               ;
            
             others
             ,
             of
             
               Vulcan
            
             and
             
               Venus
               ;
            
             others
             of
             
               Mercurie
            
             and
             
               Venus
               ,
            
             &c.
             
             He
             was
             the
             god
             of
             love
             painted
             like
             a
             childe
             ,
             with
             wings
             ,
             blinde
             ,
             naked
             ,
             crowned
             with
             Roses
             ,
             having
             a
             Rose
             in
             one
             hand
             ,
             and
             a
             Dolphin
             in
             the
             other
             ,
             with
             bow
             and
             arrows
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THere
               is
               a
               two-fold
               love
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               in
               the
               creator
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               creature
               ;
               Godslove
               is
               two-fold
               ,
               inherent
               in
               himself
               ,
               and
               this
               is
               eternall
               as
               himself
               ,
               therefore
               hath
               no
               father
               nor
               mother
               :
               or
               transient
               to
               the
               creature
               ,
               this
               love
               was
               first
               seen
               in
               creating
               the
               
                 Chaos
                 ,
              
               and
               all
               things
               out
               of
               it
               ;
               therefore
               they
               sayd
               that
               love
               was
               ingendred
               of
               
                 Chaos
              
               without
               a
               father
               ;
               and
               when
               they
               write
               that
               
                 Zephyrus
              
               begot
               
                 Cupid
              
               of
               an
               egge
               ;
               what
               can
               it
               else
               mean
               ,
               but
               that
               the
               spirit
               of
               God
               did
               manifest
               his
               love
               ,
               in
               drawing
               out
               of
               the
               informed
               and
               confused
               egge
               of
               the
               
                 Chaos
                 ,
              
               all
               the
               creatures
               ;
               the
               love
               of
               the
               creature
               is
               two-fold
               ,
               according
               to
               the
               two-fold
               object
               therof
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               God
               and
               the
               creature
               ;
               that
               love
               
               by
               which
               we
               love
               God
               ,
               is
               begot
               of
               
                 Iupiter
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ;
              
               that
               is
               ,
               God
               ,
               and
               that
               uncreated
               beautie
               in
               him
               ,
               is
               the
               cause
               of
               this
               love
               ;
               and
               because
               the
               main
               and
               proper
               object
               of
               love
               is
               beautie
               ,
               (
               for
               we
               do
               not
               love
               goodnesse
               ,
               but
               as
               it
               is
               beautifull
               )
               and
               it
               is
               the
               object
               that
               moveth
               and
               stirreth
               up
               the
               
                 a
              
               passion
               ,
               therfore
               
                 Venus
              
               goddess
               of
               beautie
               is
               still
               the
               mother
               of
               
                 Cupid
              
               or
               love
               ,
               which
               notwithstanding
               hath
               many
               fathers
               because
               this
               generall
               beautie
               is
               joyned
               to
               many
               particular
               qualities
               ;
               which
               causeth
               love
               in
               men
               according
               to
               their
               inclinations
               and
               dispositions
               ;
               some
               are
               in
               love
               with
               wars
               ,
               and
               count
               militarie
               skill
               and
               courage
               a
               beautifull
               thing
               ,
               so
               this
               love
               is
               begot
               of
               
                 Mars
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ;
              
               others
               are
               in
               love
               with
               eloquence
               ,
               and
               thinke
               nothing
               so
               beautifull
               as
               that
               ;
               and
               so
               
                 Mercurie
              
               and
               
                 Venus
              
               are
               parents
               of
               this
               love
               ;
               some
               love
               Musick
               ,
               and
               so
               
                 Apollo
              
               begets
               this
               
                 Cupid
                 ,
              
               and
               so
               we
               may
               say
               of
               all
               things
               else
               which
               we
               love
               ,
               that
               there
               is
               some
               qualitie
               adherent
               to
               beautie
               ,
               either
               true
               or
               apparent
               ,
               which
               causeth
               love
               in
               us
               ;
               now
               that
               love
               which
               all
               creatures
               have
               to
               creatures
               of
               their
               own
               kind
               ,
               in
               multiplying
               them
               by
               generation
               ,
               is
               the
               childe
               of
               
                 Vulcan
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ;
              
               for
               it
               is
               begot
               of
               their
               own
               naturall
               heat
               &
               outward
               beautie
               ;
               by
               beauty
               I
               mean
               whatsoever
               we
               account
               pleasing
               to
               us
               ,
               whether
               it
               be
               wealth
               ,
               honour
               ,
               pleasure
               ,
               vertue
               ,
               &c.
               2.
               
               The
               reasons
               why
               love
               was
               thus
               painted
               ,
               I
               conceive
               to
               be
               these
               ;
               
                 Cupid
              
               is
               a
               childe
               ,
               because
               love
               must
               be
               still
               young
               ,
               for
               true
               love
               cannot
               grow
               old
               and
               so
               die
               ;
               
                 amor
                 qui
                 desinere
                 potest
                 ,
                 nunquam
                 fuit
                 verus
                 ;
              
               Hee
               hath
               wings
               ,
               for
               love
               must
               
               be
               swift
               ;
               he
               is
               blind
               ,
               for
               love
               must
               wink
               at
               many
               things
               ,
               it
               covereth
               a
               multitude
               of
               sins
               ;
               he
               is
               naked
               ,
               for
               amongst
               friends
               all
               things
               should
               be
               common
               ,
               the
               heart
               must
               not
               keep
               to
               it self
               any
               thing
               secret
               ,
               which
               was
               the
               fault
               that
               
                 Dalila
              
               found
               in
               
                 Sampsons
              
               love
               ;
               he
               is
               crowned
               with
               roses
               ,
               for
               as
               no
               flower
               so
               much
               refresheth
               the
               spirits
               ,
               and
               delights
               our
               smell
               as
               the
               rose
               ;
               so
               nothing
               doth
               so
               much
               sweeten
               and
               delight
               our
               life
               as
               love
               ;
               but
               the
               rose
               is
               not
               without
               prickles
               ,
               nor
               love
               without
               cares
               ;
               the
               crown
               is
               the
               ensigne
               of
               a
               King
               ,
               and
               no
               such
               King
               as
               love
               ,
               which
               hath
               subdued
               all
               the
               creatures
               rationall
               ,
               sensitive
               ,
               vegetative
               ,
               and
               senslesse
               have
               their
               sympathies
               ;
               the
               image
               of
               a
               Lionesse
               with
               little
               
                 Cupids
              
               playing
               about
               her
               ,
               some
               tying
               her
               to
               a
               pillar
               ,
               others
               putting
               drinke
               into
               her
               mouth
               with
               a
               horne
               ,
               &c.
               do
               shew
               how
               the
               most
               fierce
               creatures
               are
               made
               tame
               by
               love
               ;
               therefore
               he
               hath
               a
               rose
               in
               one
               and
               a
               Dolphin
               in
               the
               other
               ,
               to
               shew
               the
               qualitie
               of
               love
               ;
               which
               is
               swift
               and
               officious
               like
               the
               Dolphin
               ,
               delectable
               and
               sweet
               like
               the
               rose
               ;
               his
               arrows
               do
               teach
               us
               that
               love
               wounds
               deeply
               ,
               when
               we
               cannot
               obtain
               what
               we
               love
               ;
               some
               of
               his
               arrows
               are
               pointed
               with
               lead
               ,
               some
               with
               gold
               ;
               he
               is
               wounded
               with
               a
               golden
               arrow
               ,
               that
               aimes
               at
               a
               rich
               wife
               ,
               and
               cannot
               obtain
               her
               ;
               to
               be
               wounded
               with
               leaden
               arrows
               ,
               is
               to
               be
               afflicted
               for
               want
               of
               ordinary
               objects
               which
               we
               love
               ;
               and
               so
               his
               burning
               torches
               ,
               shew
               that
               a
               lover
               is
               consumed
               with
               grief
               ,
               for
               not
               obtaining
               the
               thing
               loved
               ,
               as
               the
               wax
               is
               with
               heat
               ;
               
                 Ardet
                 amans
                 Dido
                 ;
                 Vritur
                 infaelix
                 ;
                 Caeco
                 carpitur
                 igne
                 ,
                 Est
                 mollis
                 flamma
                 medullas
                 ;
                 Haeret
                 lateri
                 laethalis
                 arundo
                 &c.
                 
              
               These
               are
               my
               
               conceits
               of
               
                 Cupids
              
               picture
               ;
               other
               
                 Mythologists
              
               have
               other
               conceits
               ,
               applying
               all
               to
               unchast
               and
               wanton
               love
               ,
               whose
               companions
               are
               drunkennesse
               ,
               quarrelling
               ,
               childish
               toyes
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               
                 Alas
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 how
                 men
                 are
                 vext
              
               
                 That
                 fix
                 their
                 love
                 on
                 gilded
                 dung
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 when
                 they
                 want
                 they
                 are
                 perplext
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 they
                 have
                 it
                 they
                 are
                 stung
                 .
              
               
                 Great
                 riches
                 wounds
              
               
                 With
                 cares
                 mans
                 heart
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 wealth
                 abounds
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 doth
                 their
                 smart
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Doth
                 not
                 the
                 love
                 of
                 earthly
                 things
                 ,
              
               
                 Devest
                 men
                 of
                 their
                 richest
                 robe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 they
                 fly
                 away
                 with
                 wings
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 leaves
                 them
                 naked
                 on
                 this
                 Globe
                 :
              
               
                 Besides
                 all
                 that
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 blinde
                 men
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 cannot
              
               
                 Behold
                 the
                 skies
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 doth
                 not
                 earthly
                 things
                 besides
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 burning
                 torches
                 men
                 torment
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 sharp
                 arrows
                 wound
                 their
                 sides
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 our
                 dayes
                 in
                 pain
                 are
                 spent
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 why
                 should
                 I
              
               
                 Affect
                 these
                 things
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 misery
              
               
                 And
                 sorrow
                 brings
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 love
                 makes
                 men
                 like
                 foolish
                 boyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 place
                 their
                 chief
                 felicity
              
               
                 In
                 bits
                 of
                 glasses
                 ,
                 shels
                 ,
                 and
                 toyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 in
                 a
                 painted
                 Butter-flye
                 :
              
               
               
                 So
                 riches
                 are
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 we
                 ,
                 alas
                 ,
              
               
                 Scrape
                 with
                 such
                 care
                 )
              
               
                 But
                 bits
                 of
                 glasse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 me
                 see
                 thy
                 beauty
                 ,
                 which
              
               
                 Doth
                 onely
                 true
                 contentment
                 bring
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 in
                 thee
                 I
                 shall
                 be
                 rich
                 :
              
               
                 Oh
                 if
                 I
                 had
                 swift
                 Cupids
                 wing
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 would
                 I
                 flee
              
               
                 By
                 faith
                 above
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fix
                 on
                 thee
              
               
                 My
                 heart
                 and
                 love
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 Christ
                 is
                 the
                 true
                 God
                 of
                 Love
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Christ
                   is
                   the
                   onely
                   God
                   of
                   Loves
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   did
                   his
                   secrets
                   all
                   disclose
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whose
                   wings
                   are
                   swifter
                   then
                   the
                   Doves
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   onely
                   hath
                   deserv'd
                   the
                   Rose
                   :
                
                 
                   Thou
                   onely
                   art
                
                 
                   That
                   potent
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   Both
                   of
                   my
                   heart
                
                 
                   And
                   every
                   thing
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Both
                   Principalities
                   and
                   Powers
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   that
                   's
                   in
                   the
                   sea
                   and
                   land
                   ,
                
                 
                   Men
                   ,
                   Lyons
                   ,
                   Dolphins
                   ,
                   Birds
                   and
                   Flowers
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   all
                   now
                   under
                   thy
                   command
                   :
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Word
                   's
                   the
                   torch
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Word
                   's
                   the
                   dart
                
                 
                   Which
                   both
                   doth
                   scorch
                
                 
                   And
                   wound
                   my
                   heart
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   It
                   was
                   not
                   Cupid
                   (
                   sure
                   )
                   that
                   spoil'd
                
                 
                   The
                   gods
                   of
                   all
                   their
                   vestiments
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   But
                   thou
                   art
                   he
                   that
                   has
                   them
                   foil'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stript
                   them
                   of
                   their
                   ornaments
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   thou
                   alone
                
                 
                   Deserves
                   to
                   be
                
                 
                   Set
                   in
                   the
                   Throne
                
                 
                   Of
                   Majesty
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Sometime
                   a
                   Crown
                   of
                   Thorns
                   did
                   sit
                
                 
                   Upon
                   that
                   sacred
                   head
                   of
                   thine
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   sure
                   a
                   Rose-crown
                   was
                   more
                   fit
                
                 
                   For
                   thee
                   ,
                   and
                   Thorns
                   for
                   this
                   of
                   mine
                   :
                
                 
                   O
                   God
                   ,
                   what
                   love
                
                 
                   Was
                   this
                   in
                   thee
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   should
                   thee
                   move
                
                 
                   To
                   dye
                   for
                   me
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   Thy
                   youth
                   is
                   alwayes
                   green
                   and
                   fresh
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   lasting
                   yeers
                   ,
                   Lord
                   ,
                   cannot
                   fail
                   ;
                
                 
                   O
                   look
                   not
                   on
                   my
                   sinfull
                   flesh
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   mask
                   thy
                   eyes
                   with
                   mercy's
                   vail
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   Lord
                   renew
                
                 
                   In
                   me
                   thy
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   thy
                   view
                
                 
                   My
                   sins
                   remove
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
         
           
             CYCLOPES
             .
          
           
             THese
             were
             the
             sons
             of
             heaven
             ,
             their
             mother
             was
             earth
             and
             sea
             ;
             men
             of
             huge
             stature
             ,
             having
             but
             one
             eye
             ,
             which
             was
             in
             their
             forehead
             ;
             they
             lived
             upon
             mens
             flesh
             ,
             
               Polyphemus
            
             was
             their
             chief
             ,
             he
             was
             a
             shepherd
             ,
             and
             in
             love
             with
             
               Galathaea
               ,
            
             he
             having
             devoured
             some
             of
             
               Vlisses
            
             his
             fellowes
             ,
             was
             by
             him
             intoxicated
             with
             wine
             ,
             and
             his
             eye
             thrust
             out
             ;
             These
             
               Cyclopes
            
             dwelt
             in
             
               Sicily
               ,
            
             and
             were
             
               Vulcans
            
             servants
             
             in
             making
             
               Iupiters
            
             thunder
             ,
             and
             
               Mars
            
             his
             chariots
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               THese
               
                 Cyclopes
              
               are
               by
               some
               meant
               the
               vapours
               which
               by
               the
               influence
               of
               heaven
               are
               drawn
               out
               of
               the
               earth
               and
               sea
               ,
               and
               being
               in
               the
               air
               ,
               ingender
               thunder
               and
               lightning
               to
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               as
               their
               
                 a
              
               names
               shew
               ;
               they
               dwelt
               in
               
                 Sicilie
              
               about
               hill
               
                 Aetna
                 ,
              
               because
               heat
               is
               the
               breeder
               of
               thunder
               ;
               they
               were
               thrust
               down
               to
               Hell
               by
               their
               father
               ,
               and
               came
               up
               againe
               ,
               because
               in
               the
               cold
               winter
               these
               vapours
               lie
               in
               the
               earth
               ,
               and
               by
               heat
               of
               the
               spring
               are
               elevated
               ;
               wise
               
                 Vlisses
              
               overcame
               
                 Polyphemus
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               man
               by
               his
               wisdome
               and
               observation
               found
               out
               the
               secrets
               of
               these
               naturall
               things
               and
               causes
               thereof
               ;
               
                 Apollo
              
               was
               sayd
               to
               kill
               these
               
                 Cyclopes
                 ,
              
               because
               the
               Sun
               dispelleth
               vapours
               .
               2.
               
               I
               think
               by
               these
               
                 Cyclopes
              
               may
               be
               understood
               the
               evill
               spirits
               ,
               whose
               habitation
               is
               in
               burning
               
                 Aetna
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               in
               Hell
               burning
               with
               fire
               and
               brimstone
               ,
               being
               thrown
               down
               justly
               by
               God
               ,
               from
               heaven
               for
               their
               pride
               ,
               but
               are
               permitted
               sometimes
               for
               our
               sins
               to
               rule
               in
               the
               air
               ,
               whose
               service
               God
               useth
               sometimes
               ,
               in
               sending
               thunder
               and
               stormes
               to
               punish
               the
               wicked
               ;
               they
               may
               well
               be
               called
               
                 Cyclopes
              
               from
               their
               round
               eye
               ,
               and
               circular
               motion
               ;
               for
               as
               they
               have
               a
               watchfull
               eye
               ,
               which
               is
               not
               easily
               shut
               ,
               so
               they
               compasse
               the
               earth
               to
               and
               fro
               ;
               they
               may
               be
               sayd
               to
               have
               but
               one
               eye
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               of
               knowledge
               which
               is
               great
               ;
               for
               
               outward
               eyes
               they
               have
               not
               ;
               their
               chief
               food
               and
               delight
               is
               in
               the
               destroying
               of
               mankinde
               ;
               
                 Polyphemus
              
               or
               
                 Belzebub
              
               is
               the
               chief
               ,
               who
               having
               devoured
               
                 Vlisses
              
               fellowes
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               mankinde
               ;
               the
               true
               
                 Vlisses
                 ,
              
               Christ
               the
               wisdom
               of
               the
               father
               ,
               came
               ,
               and
               having
               powred
               unto
               him
               the
               full
               cup
               of
               the
               Red
               wine
               of
               his
               wrath
               ,
               bound
               him
               ,
               and
               thrust
               out
               his
               eye
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               both
               restrained
               his
               power
               and
               policie
               ;
               these
               evill
               spirits
               ,
               because
               they
               are
               the
               chief
               sowers
               of
               sedition
               and
               wars
               among
               men
               ,
               may
               be
               said
               to
               make
               
                 Mars
              
               his
               chariots
               .
               3.
               
               Here
               we
               see
               that
               little
               
                 Vlisses
              
               overcame
               tall
               
                 Polyphemus
                 ;
              
               policie
               overcomes
               strength
               .
               4.
               
               We
               see
               also
               the
               effects
               of
               drunkennesse
               ,
               by
               it
               we
               lose
               both
               our
               strength
               ,
               and
               the
               eye
               of
               reason
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Servius
              
               
                 a
              
               thinks
               that
               
                 Polyphemus
              
               was
               a
               wise
               man
               ,
               because
               he
               had
               his
               eye
               in
               his
               forehead
               neere
               the
               braine
               ,
               but
               I
               say
               ,
               he
               was
               but
               a
               foole
               because
               he
               had
               but
               one
               eye
               ,
               which
               only
               looked
               to
               things
               present
               ;
               he
               wanted
               the
               eye
               of
               providence
               ,
               which
               looks
               to
               future
               dangers
               ,
               and
               prevents
               them
               .
               6.
               
               Here
               we
               are
               taught
               to
               beware
               of
               crueltie
               ,
               and
               securitie
               ,
               for
               they
               are
               here
               justly
               punished
               .
               7.
               
               The
               state
               of
               
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               which
               at
               first
               had
               two
               eyes
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               two
               Consulls
               ,
               became
               a
               
                 Polyphemus
                 ,
              
               a
               huge
               body
               with
               one
               eye
               when
               one
               Emperor
               guided
               all
               ;
               this
               Gyant
               fed
               upon
               the
               flesh
               of
               Christians
               in
               bloody
               persecutions
               ;
               but
               when
               she
               was
               drunk
               with
               the
               blood
               of
               the
               Saints
               ,
               
                 Vlisses
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               wise
               
                 Constantine
                 ,
              
               thrust
               out
               the
               eye
               ,
               and
               weakned
               the
               power
               of
               
                 Rome
                 ;
              
               of
               that
               Gyant
               which
               had
               made
               so
               much
               thunder
               of
               war
               in
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               so
               many
               chariots
               for
               
                 Mars
                 .
              
               
               8.
               
               A
               common
               wealth
               without
               a
               King
               ,
               is
               like
               great
               
                 Polyphemus
              
               without
               an
               eye
               ;
               and
               then
               there
               is
               nothing
               but
               
                 a
              
               Cyclopian
               crueltie
               and
               oppression
               ,
               great
               men
               feeding
               on
               the
               flesh
               of
               the
               poor
               ;
               then
               is
               nothing
               but
               intestine
               wars
               and
               broils
               ,
               the
               servants
               of
               
                 Vulcan
              
               making
               thunder
               bolts
               and
               chariots
               for
               
                 Mars
                 ;
                 Aetna
              
               
                 b
              
               resounding
               with
               the
               noyse
               of
               their
               hammers
               on
               the
               anvill
               ;
               
                 Brontesque
                 Steropesque
                 ,
                 et
                 nudus
                 membra
                 Pyracmon
                 ;
              
               so
               it
               was
               in
               Israel
               ,
               when
               every
               man
               did
               what
               he
               listed
               .
               9.
               
               An
               envious
               man
               is
               like
               blinde
               
                 c
              
               
                 Polyphemus
                 ,
              
               he
               hath
               no
               charitable
               eye
               ;
               he
               feeds
               and
               delights
               himself
               with
               the
               ruine
               and
               destruction
               of
               other
               men
               .
               10.
               
               The
               Sun
               in
               the
               firmament
               is
               that
               great
               eye
               in
               the
               forehead
               of
               
                 Polyphemus
                 ,
              
               which
               is
               put
               out
               oftentimes
               by
               vapours
               and
               mists
               arising
               out
               of
               the
               earth
               .
            
             
               
                 When
                 that
                 one-ey'd
                 Cyclopean
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 earths
                 burning
                 entralls
                 dwell
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 pull'd
                 us
                 down
                 as
                 low
                 as
                 hell
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 we
                 should
                 ne're
                 have
                 seen
                 the
                 face
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 bright
                 Coachman
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 horses
                 drive
                 all
                 clouds
                 away
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 We
                 had
                 been
                 all
                 for
                 ever
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Polyphemus
                 in
                 his
                 den
              
               
                 Was
                 feeding
                 on
                 the
                 souls
                 of
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Christ
                 sent
                 by
                 the
                 holy
                 Ghost
                 ,
              
               
                 Entred
                 into
                 that
                 horrid
                 cave
              
               
                 Which
                 should
                 have
                 been
                 our
                 endlesse
                 grave
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 deadly
                 wine
                 he
                 made
                 him
                 drink
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 just
                 indignation
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 bound
                 him
                 in
                 his
                 dungeon
              
               
                 So
                 fast
                 ,
                 that
                 now
                 he
                 cannot
                 shrink
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 word
                 he
                 hath
                 made
                 blinde
              
               
                 That
                 eye
                 which
                 fascinates
                 mankinde
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 If
                 sometimes
                 this
                 Aetnaean
                 brood
              
               
                 Are
                 heard
                 to
                 thunder
                 in
                 the
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 with
                 lightnings
                 they
                 do
                 tear
              
               
                 The
                 mountains
                 that
                 have
                 so
                 long
                 stood
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 because
                 our
                 sins
                 do
                 reign
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 will
                 not
                 their
                 power
                 restrain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 when
                 we
                 see
                 the
                 earth
                 is
                 stained
              
               
                 With
                 blood-shed
                 in
                 our
                 cruell
                 wars
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 be
                 sure
                 they
                 break
                 their
                 bars
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 their
                 power
                 is
                 not
                 restrained
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 for
                 our
                 sins
                 God
                 suffers
                 them
              
               
                 To
                 reign
                 thus
                 to
                 our
                 losse
                 and
                 shame
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 of
                 hostes
                 ,
                 with
                 mercy's
                 eye
              
               
                 Look
                 on
                 this
                 torn
                 estate
                 of
                 ours
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 at
                 last
                 dissolve
                 the
                 powers
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 Aetnaean
                 company
              
               
                 Whose
                 bellows
                 coals
                 of
                 envie
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 still
                 amongst
                 us
                 discord
                 sow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Whose
                 hammers
                 on
                 their
                 anvils
                 sound
              
               
                 Continually
                 ,
                 who
                 chariots
                 make
              
               
                 For
                 Mars
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 our
                 peace
                 they
                 break
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 thou
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 their
                 work
                 confound
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 fire
                 their
                 chariots
                 all
                 consume
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 turn
                 their
                 armour
                 all
                 to
                 fume
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 as
                 thou
                 with
                 thy
                 mighty
                 word
              
               
                 Didst
                 thrust
                 out
                 Polyphemus
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 save
                 me
                 from
                 this
                 tyrannie
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 thy
                 wisdom
                 guide
                 me
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 last
                 day
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 his
                 flesh-consuming
                 cave
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           IV.
           D
        
         
           
             DAEDALUS
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             famous
             artificer
             ;
             who
             having
             killed
             his
             sisters
             son
             fled
             to
             
               Creta
               ,
            
             and
             was
             intertained
             of
             King
             
               Minos
               ,
            
             whose
             wife
             
               Pasiphae
            
             being
             in
             love
             with
             a
             Bull
             ,
             or
             a
             man
             rather
             of
             that
             name
             ,
             she
             obtained
             her
             desire
             of
             him
             ,
             by
             the
             help
             of
             
               Daedalus
               ,
            
             who
             shut
             her
             within
             a
             woodden
             Cow
             ;
             and
             she
             brought
             forth
             the
             
               Minotaure
               ,
            
             or
             man
             with
             a
             Bulls
             head
             ,
             which
             the
             King
             perceiving
             ,
             shut
             the
             
               Minotaure
            
             and
             
               Daedalus
            
             with
             his
             son
             
               Icarus
            
             within
             the
             labyrinth
             that
             
               Daedalus
            
             had
             made
             ;
             but
             by
             a
             thread
             he
             got
             out
             ,
             and
             flew
             away
             with
             wings
             which
             he
             made
             for
             himself
             and
             
               Icarus
               :
            
             who
             not
             obeying
             his
             fathers
             advice
             ,
             but
             flying
             too
             neer
             the
             Sun
             ,
             fell
             and
             was
             drowned
             ;
             the
             wings
             he
             used
             were
             sails
             and
             oares
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               HEll
               is
               the
               labyrinth
               unto
               which
               we
               were
               cast
               for
               our
               sins
               ,
               by
               a
               juster
               Judge
               then
               
                 Minos
                 ;
              
               and
               should
               have
               bin
               devoured
               by
               Satan
               the
               
                 Minotaure
                 ,
              
               had
               not
               Christ
               helped
               us
               out
               by
               the
               thread
               of
               his
               word
               ,
               and
               
               wings
               of
               faith
               .
               2.
               
               They
               that
               give
               themselves
               to
               unlawfull
               pleasures
               ,
               with
               
                 Pasiphae
                 ,
              
               shall
               bring
               forth
               that
               Monster
               which
               will
               devoure
               them
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Daedalus
              
               made
               this
               labyrinth
               ,
               and
               was
               cast
               into
               it
               himself
               ;
               so
               the
               wicked
               are
               caught
               in
               their
               own
               nets
               ,
               and
               fall
               into
               the
               pit
               which
               they
               dig
               for
               others
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Daedalus
              
               was
               guiltie
               of
               murther
               ,
               therefore
               is
               justly
               pursued
               ,
               for
               murther
               is
               never
               secure
               .
               5
               
                 Icarus
              
               is
               justly
               punished
               for
               refusing
               to
               hearken
               to
               his
               fathers
               counsell
               ,
               a
               good
               lesson
               for
               all
               children
               .
               6.
               
               Let
               us
               take
               heed
               of
               curiositie
               ,
               pry
               not
               too
               much
               into
               the
               secrets
               of
               God
               ,
               least
               we
               have
               
                 Icarus
              
               his
               reward
               ;
               for
               all
               human
               reason
               is
               but
               waxen
               wings
               .
               7.
               
               Here
               we
               see
               for
               the
               most
               part
               that
               young
               men
               are
               high-minded
               and
               proud
               ,
               but
               pride
               alwayes
               hath
               a
               fall
               .
               8.
               
               Astronomers
               ,
               and
               such
               as
               will
               undertake
               to
               foretell
               future
               contingencies
               ,
               or
               will
               take
               upon
               them
               such
               things
               as
               passe
               humane
               power
               ,
               are
               like
               
                 Icarus
                 ;
              
               they
               fall
               at
               last
               into
               a
               Sea
               of
               contempt
               and
               scorn
               .
               9.
               
               The
               golden
               mean
               is
               still
               best
               ,
               with
               what
               wings
               soever
               we
               flye
               ;
               whether
               with
               the
               wings
               of
               honour
               ,
               or
               of
               wealth
               ,
               or
               of
               knowledge
               and
               speculation
               ;
               not
               to
               flye
               too
               high
               in
               pride
               ,
               nor
               too
               low
               in
               basenesse
               .
               10.
               
               If
               we
               will
               fly
               to
               Christ
               with
               the
               wings
               of
               faith
               ,
               we
               must
               not
               mount
               too
               high
               in
               presumption
               ,
               nor
               fall
               too
               low
               by
               desperation
               .
               11.
               
               We
               see
               by
               
                 Pasiphae
                 ,
              
               that
               a
               dishonest
               ,
               and
               disloyall
               woman
               ,
               will
               leave
               no
               means
               unattempted
               ,
               to
               fulfill
               her
               lustfull
               and
               wanton
               desires
               .
               12.
               
               Many
               women
               are
               like
               
                 Pasiphae
                 ,
              
               outwardly
               they
               seem
               to
               be
               mortified
               ,
               having
               the
               skin
               of
               a
               dead
               Cow
               ,
               or
               woodden
               cover
               ;
               but
               within
               they
               burne
               with
               wanton
               lusts
               .
            
             
             
               
                 He
                 who
                 hath
                 Faith's
                 swift
                 wings
                 to
                 flye
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 labyrinth
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 pride
                 will
                 neither
                 soare
                 too
                 high
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 flye
                 too
                 low
                 ,
                 lest
                 he
                 fall
                 in
              
               
                 The
                 sea
                 of
                 desperation
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 knows
                 the
                 golden
                 mean
                 is
                 best
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 he
                 with
                 the
                 pinion
              
               
                 Of
                 honour
                 flyes
                 ;
                 or
                 if
                 he
                 's
                 blest
              
               
                 With
                 Fortunes
                 wing
                 ,
                 hee
                 'l
                 alwayes
                 hold
              
               
                 The
                 middle
                 way
                 ;
                 and
                 when
                 he
                 flyes
              
               
                 With
                 mounting
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 he
                 'l
                 not
                 be
                 bold
              
               
                 In
                 needlesse
                 curiosities
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 that
                 bright
                 lamp
                 he
                 will
                 not
                 stare
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 draw
                 too
                 nigh
                 with
                 waxen
                 wings
              
               
                 Of
                 humane
                 reason
                 ,
                 but
                 forbear
              
               
                 To
                 pry
                 into
                 transcendent
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 mortall
                 blear-eye
                 can
                 abide
              
               
                 The
                 splendour
                 of
                 those
                 flaming
                 rayes
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 which
                 the
                 purest
                 Angels
                 hide
              
               
                 Their
                 faces
                 ;
                 O
                 who
                 knows
                 his
                 wayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 light
                 is
                 inaccessible
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 paths
                 in
                 the
                 deep
                 waters
                 lye
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 wayes
                 are
                 all
                 unsearchable
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 judgements
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 discry
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 that
                 I
                 had
                 Faiths
                 nimble
                 wing
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 cut
                 this
                 airy
                 region
                 ,
              
               
                 Away
                 how
                 quickly
                 would
                 I
                 spring
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 this
                 sinfull
                 dungeon
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 Satan
                 that
                 great
                 Minotaure
              
               
                 Lyes
                 feeding
                 on
                 the
                 souls
                 of
                 men
                 ;
              
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 him
                 not
                 my
                 soul
                 devoure
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 raise
                 me
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 black
                 den
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 none
                 can
                 furnish
                 me
                 with
                 wings
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 thou
                 alone
                 ,
                 whose
                 mighty
                 pow'r
              
               
                 Exceedeth
                 all
                 created
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thou
                 can'st
                 kill
                 the
                 Minotaure
                 .
              
               
                 Lord
                 guide
                 me
                 in
                 my
                 flight
                 ,
                 lest
                 I
              
               
                 Should
                 flye
                 too
                 low
                 in
                 vain
                 desire
              
               
               
                 Of
                 earthly
                 things
                 ,
                 or
                 least
                 too
                 high
              
               
                 In
                 proud
                 conceits
                 my
                 heart
                 aspire
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 crave
                 not
                 honours
                 airy
                 wing
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 golden
                 Feathers
                 I
                 'le
                 not
                 call
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 I
                 flye
                 not
                 with
                 a
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 with
                 a
                 King
                 I
                 shall
                 not
                 fall
                 :
              
               
                 High
                 hils
                 ,
                 tall
                 trees
                 ,
                 and
                 lofty
                 towers
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 storms
                 and
                 windes
                 are
                 subject
                 more
              
               
                 Then
                 vallies
                 ,
                 shrubs
                 ,
                 and
                 poor
                 mens
                 bowers
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 mean
                 estate
                 give
                 me
                 therefore
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 fall
                 doth
                 answer
                 his
                 ascent
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 highest
                 elevations
              
               
                 Of
                 Planets
                 in
                 the
                 firmament
                 ,
              
               
                 Have
                 lowest
                 declinations
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             DEUCALION
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             the
             son
             of
             
               Promethus
            
             and
             
               Pandora
               ,
            
             a
             just
             and
             religious
             man
             ,
             who
             was
             the
             first
             that
             built
             a
             temple
             to
             the
             Gods
             ,
             when
             the
             earth
             was
             drowned
             ;
             he
             and
             
               Pyrrha
            
             his
             wife
             were
             saved
             on
             
               Pernassus
               ;
            
             and
             being
             advised
             by
             
               Themis
            
             they
             flung
             behinde
             them
             the
             bones
             of
             mother
             earth
             ,
             that
             is
             ,
             stones
             ,
             and
             they
             became
             men
             and
             women
             ,
             with
             which
             the
             earth
             was
             again
             peopled
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               BY
               the
               circumstances
               of
               the
               dove
               which
               
                 Deucalion
              
               sent
               out
               ,
               and
               by
               the
               ark
               in
               which
               he
               was
               saved
               ,
               it
               is
               plain
               ,
               the
               scripture
               hath
               been
               used
               in
               the
               contriving
               of
               this
               fiction
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Deucalion
              
               may
               be
               the
               tipe
               of
               a
               minister
               ;
               he
               must
               be
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Prometheus
                 ,
              
               
               and
               of
               
                 Pandora
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               he
               must
               have
               both
               prudence
               and
               forecast
               ,
               as
               also
               all
               gifts
               fit
               for
               his
               function
               ;
               his
               name
               should
               be
               
                 Deucalion
                 ,
              
               which
               may
               be
               made
               of
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               to
               moisten
               or
               water
               ,
               and
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               to
               call
               ;
               for
               their
               office
               is
               ,
               to
               water
               the
               barrē
               ground
               of
               mens
               hearts
               ,
               &
               to
               call
               them
               to
               repentance
               &
               grace
               ;
               they
               must
               be
               just
               as
               
                 Deucalion
              
               was
               ,
               and
               build
               up
               the
               living
               temple
               of
               
                 God
                 ;
              
               they
               must
               strive
               to
               save
               both
               thēselves
               &
               others
               from
               the
               floud
               of
               Gods
               wrath
               ;
               and
               if
               others
               will
               not
               be
               saved
               ,
               yet
               let
               them
               do
               their
               dutie
               ,
               and
               be
               
                 Deucalions
              
               still
               ,
               and
               so
               they
               shall
               save
               them-selves
               when
               others
               shall
               perish
               ;
               
                 Pyrrha
                 ,
              
               which
               may
               be
               derived
               from
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               must
               be
               their
               wife
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               they
               must
               have
               the
               fire
               of
               Zeal
               ;
               and
               Gods
               word
               must
               be
               in
               their
               mouth
               like
               a
               fire
               to
               burne
               up
               the
               chaffe
               ;
               
                 Pernassus
              
               the
               hill
               of
               the
               Muses
               must
               be
               their
               place
               of
               retreat
               and
               aboad
               ;
               without
               universitie
               learning
               they
               are
               not
               fit
               to
               save
               themselves
               and
               others
               ,
               and
               when
               they
               come
               down
               from
               
                 Pernassus
                 ,
              
               or
               come
               abroad
               out
               of
               the
               universities
               they
               must
               strive
               ,
               of
               stones
               to
               raise
               up
               children
               to
               the
               God
               of
               
                 Abraham
                 ;
              
               and
               they
               must
               fling
               behinde
               them
               all
               earthly
               and
               heavie
               burthens
               ,
               forgetting
               that
               which
               is
               behinde
               ,
               and
               striving
               to
               that
               which
               is
               before
               ,
               and
               so
               they
               shall
               make
               the
               stony
               hearts
               of
               men
               ,
               hearts
               of
               flesh
               .
               3.
               
               By
               this
               fiction
               ,
               the
               Gentiles
               might
               have
               taught
               themselves
               the
               doctrine
               of
               the
               resurection
               ;
               for
               if
               stones
               cast
               on
               the
               ground
               could
               become
               men
               ;
               why
               should
               they
               not
               beleeve
               that
               
                 a
              
               our
               bodyes
               fallen
               to
               the
               earth
               ,
               shall
               in
               the
               last
               day
               resume
               their
               ancient
               forme
               ,
               by
               the
               power
               of
               him
               
               who
               first
               gave
               it
               .
               4.
               
               Magistrates
               and
               such
               as
               would
               bring
               rude
               and
               barbarous
               people
               to
               civilitie
               ,
               and
               of
               stones
               to
               make
               them
               men
               ,
               must
               have
               the
               perfections
               of
               
                 Deucalion
                 ;
              
               prudence
               ,
               religion
               ,
               justice
               ,
               &c.
               
               
                 Themis
              
               or
               justice
               must
               be
               their
               counsellor
               ,
               without
               which
               nothing
               should
               they
               do
               ;
               but
               chiefly
               let
               them
               take
               heed
               of
               couetousnesse
               ;
               they
               must
               cast
               the
               love
               of
               earthly
               things
               behinde
               them
               ;
               and
               so
               they
               shall
               make
               men
               of
               stones
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               men
               will
               be
               content
               to
               forsake
               their
               stonie
               caves
               and
               rocks
               ,
               and
               will
               frame
               themselves
               to
               the
               Citie
               life
               ;
               and
               what
               are
               men
               without
               
                 a
              
               religion
               and
               civilitie
               but
               stones
               ,
               representing
               in
               their
               conditions
               the
               nature
               of
               the
               place
               where
               they
               live
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Deucalion
              
               turned
               stones
               to
               men
               ,
               but
               Idolaters
               ,
               of
               stones
               make
               gods
               ,
               such
               a
               god
               was
               
                 Iupier
                 lapis
              
               among
               the
               Romans
               ,
               by
               whom
               they
               used
               to
               sweare
               ;
               and
               these
               stony
               gods
               turned
               the
               worshippers
               unto
               stones
               ,
               for
               they
               that
               make
               them
               are
               like
               unto
               them
               ,
               and
               so
               are
               all
               they
               that
               worship
               them
               ;
               the
               Idolater
               is
               a
               spirituall
               fornicator
               ,
               commiting
               whoredom
               with
               the
               earth
               ,
               which
               affordeth
               the
               materialls
               ,
               and
               he
               brings
               in
               the
               forme
               .
               6.
               
               It
               is
               not
               the
               least
               happinesse
               ,
               to
               hide
               ones
               self
               in
               
                 Pernassus
              
               amongst
               the
               Muses
               ;
               for
               a
               scholler
               to
               spend
               his
               time
               privatly
               and
               quietly
               in
               his
               studie
               ,
               whilst
               the
               tumultuous
               floods
               of
               troubles
               and
               crosses
               prevail
               abroad
               in
               the
               world
               .
               7.
               
               Here
               we
               see
               that
               God
               is
               a
               punisher
               of
               impietie
               ,
               and
               a
               preserver
               of
               good
               men
               .
               8.
               
               By
               
                 Deucalion
              
               and
               
                 Pyrrha
              
               may
               be
               understood
               water
               and
               fire
               ,
               heat
               and
               moysture
               ,
               of
               which
               all
               things
               are
               generated
               in
               the
               earth
               .
            
             
             
               
                 The
                 happinesse
                 of
                 Britain
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Clap
                   hands
                   ,
                   O
                   happy
                   British
                   clime
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thrice
                   happy
                   ,
                   if
                   thou
                   knew
                   the
                   time
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   thy
                   happinesse
                   :
                
                 
                   Wherein
                   thou
                   dost
                   injoy
                   sweet
                   peace
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   health
                   ,
                   and
                   freedom
                   ,
                   and
                   increase
                
                 
                   Of
                   wealth
                   and
                   godlinesse
                   .
                
                 
                   Thy
                   roses
                   and
                   thy
                   thistles
                   blow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   fields
                   with
                   milk
                   and
                   honey
                   flow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   ships
                   like
                   mountains
                   trace
                
                 
                   In
                   Neptunes
                   watry
                   Kingdom
                   ;
                   and
                
                 
                   With
                   traffick
                   they
                   inrich
                   thy
                   land
                
                 
                   And
                   goods
                   from
                   every
                   place
                   :
                
                 
                   From
                   where
                   the
                   morning
                   wings
                   are
                   spread
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   where
                   the
                   evenings
                   face
                   looks
                   red
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   the
                   torrid
                   Zone
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   the
                   pole
                   and
                   freezing
                   Bares
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   furnishest
                   thy self
                   with
                   wares
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   provision
                   .
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hast
                   no
                   foe
                   to
                   crosse
                   thy
                   gain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Altars
                   are
                   not
                   made
                   profane
                
                 
                   With
                   vain
                   Idolatry
                   :
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Priests
                   are
                   cloath'd
                   with
                   holinesse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Saints
                   sing
                   all
                   with
                   joyfulnesse
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   calm
                   security
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   each
                   man
                   may
                   at
                   leasure
                   dine
                
                 
                   Under
                   the
                   shadow
                   of
                   his
                   vine
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hear'st
                   no
                   Canons
                   rore
                   :
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hear'st
                   not
                   Drums
                   and
                   Trumpets
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dead
                   carkasses
                   spread
                   not
                   thy
                   ground
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thy
                   land
                   's
                   not
                   red
                   with
                   goare
                   :
                
                 
                   Thy
                   Temples
                   Hymns
                   and
                   Anthemns
                   ring
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Panegyricks
                   to
                   the
                   King
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   great
                   Universe
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Down
                   from
                   thy
                   sounding
                   Pulpits
                   fall
                
                 
                   Gods
                   Word
                   like
                   Nectar
                   ,
                   who
                   can
                   all
                
                 
                   Thy
                   happinesse
                   rehearse
                   ?
                
                 
                   Sure
                   thou
                   art
                   that
                   Pernassus
                   hill
                   ,
                
                 
                   On
                   which
                   Deucalion
                   did
                   dwell
                
                 
                   When
                   all
                   the
                   earth
                   was
                   drown'd
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   whil'st
                   the
                   earth
                   now
                   swims
                   in
                   blood
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   men
                   walk
                   through
                   in
                   a
                   Crimson
                   flood
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   head
                   with
                   peace
                   is
                   crown'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   all
                   the
                   Muses
                   with
                   their
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bay-brow'd
                   Apollo
                   fit
                   and
                   fing
                
                 
                   Their
                   envied
                   quietnesse
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   nothing's
                   wanting
                   as
                   we
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   thee
                   blest
                   ,
                   except
                   it
                   be
                
                 
                   Submissive
                   thankfulnesse
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   we
                   have
                   just
                   Deucalions
                
                 
                   Who
                   make
                   wise
                   men
                   of
                   stupid
                   stones
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   who
                   behinde
                   them
                   cast
                
                 
                   The
                   love
                   of
                   earth
                   ;
                   whose
                   innocence
                
                 
                   Keeps
                   off
                   the
                   flood
                   of
                   wars
                   from
                   hence
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   our
                   hill
                   stands
                   fast
                   .
                
                 
                   Much
                   of
                   this
                   happinesse
                   we
                   gain
                
                 
                   By
                   him
                   ,
                   whose
                   sacred
                   brows
                   sustain
                
                 
                   The
                   three-fold
                   Diadem
                
                 
                   Of
                   these
                   Sea-grasping
                   Isles
                   ,
                   whose
                   ground
                
                 
                   Joves
                   brother
                   doth
                   not
                   onely
                   round
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   as
                   his
                   own
                   doth
                   claim
                   .
                
                 
                   Great
                   God
                   ,
                   prime
                   author
                   of
                   our
                   peace
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   not
                   this
                   happinesse
                   decrease
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   it
                   flourish
                   still
                   :
                
                 
                   Take
                   not
                   thy
                   mercie
                   from
                   this
                   land
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   from
                   the
                   man
                   of
                   thy
                   right
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   shall
                   we
                   fear
                   no
                   ill
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
         
           
             DIANA
             .
          
           
             SHee
             was
             the
             sister
             of
             
               Apollo
               ,
            
             and
             daughter
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Latona
               ;
            
             the
             Goddesse
             of
             hunting
             ,
             dancing
             ,
             
             child-bearing
             ,
             virginitie
             ;
             who
             still
             dwelt
             in
             woods
             and
             on
             hills
             ,
             whose
             companions
             were
             the
             
               Dryades
               ,
               Hamadryades
               ,
               Orades
               ,
               Nymphs
               ,
               &c.
            
             she
             was
             carried
             in
             a
             silver
             chariot
             ,
             drawn
             with
             white
             staggs
             ;
             she
             was
             painted
             with
             wings
             ,
             holding
             a
             Lyon
             with
             one
             hand
             ,
             and
             a
             Leopard
             with
             the
             other
             ;
             on
             her
             altar
             men
             were
             sacrificed
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 DIana
              
               is
               the
               moone
               ,
               called
               
                 Apollos
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               Suns
               sister
               ,
               because
               of
               their
               likenesse
               in
               light
               ,
               motion
               and
               operations
               ;
               the
               daughter
               of
               God
               ,
               brought
               out
               of
               
                 Latona
              
               or
               the
               
                 Chaos
                 ,
              
               she
               came
               out
               before
               her
               brother
               
                 Apollo
                 ,
              
               and
               helped
               to
               play
               the
               midwife
               ,
               in
               his
               production
               ;
               by
               which
               I
               thinke
               was
               meant
               that
               the
               night
               wherof
               the
               Moon
               is
               ruler
               ,
               was
               before
               the
               day
               ;
               the
               evening
               went
               before
               the
               morning
               ;
               so
               that
               the
               Moon
               did
               as
               it
               were
               usher
               in
               the
               Sun
               ;
               therfore
               the
               Calends
               of
               the
               months
               were
               dedicated
               to
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               or
               the
               Moon
               ,
               she
               hath
               divers
               
                 a
              
               names
               for
               her
               divers
               operations
               ,
               as
               may
               be
               seen
               in
               
                 Mythologists
                 ;
              
               in
               
                 Macrobius
              
               she
               is
               called
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               fortune
               ,
               from
               her
               variablenesse
               ,
               as
               both
               being
               subject
               to
               so
               many
               changes
               ,
               and
               causing
               so
               many
               alterations
               .
               
                 Scaliger
              
               observeth
               that
               she
               was
               called
               
                 Lya
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Lua
                 ,
              
               from
               
                 lues
              
               the
               plague
               ,
               because
               she
               is
               the
               cause
               of
               infection
               ,
               and
               diseases
               ,
               by
               which
               the
               soul
               is
               loosed
               from
               the
               body
               ;
               she
               was
               called
               
                 Fascelis
              
               from
               the
               bundle
               of
               wood
               ,
               out
               of
               which
               her
               image
               
               was
               stolen
               ,
               by
               
                 Iphigenia
                 Agamemnons
              
               daughter
               ;
               but
               I
               should
               thinke
               that
               she
               was
               called
               
                 Lya
                 ,
              
               from
               loosing
               or
               untyjng
               of
               the
               girdle
               which
               yong
               women
               used
               to
               do
               in
               her
               temple
               ,
               called
               therefore
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               in
               which
               temple
               virgins
               that
               had
               a
               minde
               to
               marrie
               ,
               used
               first
               to
               pacifie
               
                 Diana
              
               with
               sacrifices
               ;
               she
               was
               also
               called
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               earthly
               ;
               because
               they
               thought
               there
               was
               another
               earth
               in
               the
               Moon
               ,
               inhabited
               by
               men
               ;
               doubtlesse
               in
               that
               they
               called
               her
               
                 Hecate
                 ,
              
               or
               
                 Proserpina
                 .
              
               the
               Queen
               of
               hell
               ,
               they
               meant
               the
               great
               power
               that
               she
               hath
               over
               sublunarie
               bodies
               ,
               for
               all
               under
               the
               Moon
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Infernus
              
               or
               Hell
               ,
               as
               all
               above
               her
               is
               heaven
               ;
               this
               free
               from
               changes
               ,
               that
               ,
               subject
               to
               all
               changes
               ;
               and
               perhaps
               she
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Hecate
                 ,
              
               from
               the
               great
               changes
               that
               she
               maketh
               here
               below
               ,
               every
               hundreth
               yeere
               ;
               she
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Diana
              
               from
               her
               divine
               power
               ,
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               from
               helping
               ,
               
                 Proserpina
              
               from
               her
               creeping
               ,
               for
               though
               she
               is
               swift
               in
               the
               lower
               part
               of
               her
               
                 Epicycle
                 ,
              
               yet
               in
               the
               upper
               part
               therof
               she
               is
               slow
               ;
               
                 Luna
                 quasi
                 vna
                 ,
              
               as
               being
               the
               only
               beautie
               of
               the
               night
               ,
               
                 Dyctinnis
              
               from
               a
               net
               ,
               because
               fishers
               and
               hunters
               use
               nets
               ,
               and
               of
               these
               she
               is
               sayd
               to
               have
               the
               charge
               ;
               for
               the
               Moon
               light
               is
               a
               help
               to
               both
               ,
               they
               called
               her
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               
                 quasi
                 ,
              
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               from
               cutting
               the
               air
               ;
               
                 Lucina
                 ,
              
               from
               her
               light
               ;
               her
               hunting
               and
               dancing
               was
               to
               shew
               her
               divers
               motion
               ,
               for
               she
               hath
               more
               then
               any
               planet
               ,
               six
               at
               least
               ,
               as
               
                 Clavius
              
               observes
               ;
               her
               virginitie
               sheweth
               ,
               that
               though
               she
               is
               neere
               the
               earth
               ,
               yet
               she
               is
               not
               tainted
               with
               earthly
               imperfections
               ;
               she
               is
               a
               help
               to
               childe-bearing
               ,
               for
               her
               influence
               ,
               and
               light
               when
               she
               is
               at
               full
               is
               very
               forcible
               ,
               in
               the
               production
               
               and
               augmentation
               of
               things
               ;
               her
               conversing
               on
               hills
               and
               in
               woods
               shews
               that
               her
               light
               and
               effects
               are
               most
               to
               be
               seen
               there
               ;
               for
               all
               herbs
               ,
               plants
               and
               trees
               feel
               her
               influence
               ;
               and
               because
               she
               hath
               dominion
               over
               the
               fiercest
               beasts
               ,
               in
               tempering
               their
               raging
               heat
               by
               her
               moysture
               ;
               she
               holds
               a
               Lyon
               and
               Leopard
               in
               her
               hands
               ,
               whose
               heat
               is
               excessive
               ,
               but
               tempered
               by
               the
               Moon
               ;
               her
               silver
               chariot
               shews
               her
               brightnesse
               ;
               the
               staggs
               and
               wings
               do
               shew
               her
               swiftnesse
               ;
               and
               because
               her
               light
               increasing
               and
               decreasing
               appeareth
               like
               horns
               ,
               therefore
               the
               Bull
               was
               sacrificed
               to
               her
               ,
               as
               
                 Lactantius
              
               observes
               ;
               her
               arrows
               are
               her
               beames
               ,
               or
               influence
               by
               which
               she
               causeth
               death
               and
               corruption
               ;
               in
               respect
               of
               her
               corniculated
               ,
               demidiated
               ,
               and
               plenarie
               aspect
               ,
               she
               is
               called
               
                 a
              
               
                 triformis
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 trivia
                 ,
              
               because
               she
               was
               worshipped
               in
               places
               where
               3
               ways
               met
               ,
               the
               dancing
               of
               all
               the
               Nymphs
               and
               Satyrs
               ,
               shews
               how
               all
               take
               delight
               in
               her
               light
               ;
               her
               hunting
               is
               to
               shew
               how
               in
               her
               motion
               she
               pursues
               and
               overtakes
               the
               Sun
               .
               2.
               
               A
               rich
               usurer
               is
               like
               
                 Diana
                 ,
              
               for
               he
               is
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               an
               earthly
               man
               ,
               a
               great
               hunter
               after
               wealth
               ;
               who
               hath
               his
               nets
               ,
               his
               bands
               and
               bills
               ,
               he
               wounds
               deeply
               with
               his
               arrows
               ,
               
                 Proserpina
              
               and
               
                 Lya
                 ;
              
               for
               he
               creeps
               upon
               mens
               estates
               ,
               and
               he
               brings
               a
               plague
               upon
               them
               ;
               though
               he
               dwells
               in
               rich
               Cities
               ,
               yet
               his
               hunting
               and
               affections
               are
               set
               in
               hills
               and
               woods
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               in
               farmes
               and
               mannors
               ,
               which
               by
               morgages
               and
               other
               tricks
               he
               catches
               ,
               he
               is
               caried
               in
               a
               silver
               chariot
               drawn
               with
               staggs
               ;
               because
               fearfulnesse
               doth
               still
               accompanie
               wealth
               ,
               with
               which
               he
               is
               supported
               ;
               
               he
               would
               fain
               fly
               up
               to
               heaven
               with
               the
               wings
               of
               devotion
               ,
               but
               the
               Lyons
               and
               Leopards
               in
               his
               hands
               with
               which
               he
               devoures
               mens
               estates
               ,
               keeps
               him
               back
               .
               Diana
               was
               a
               virgin
               ,
               yet
               helped
               to
               bring
               out
               children
               ;
               so
               mony
               though
               barren
               in
               it self
               ,
               yet
               bringeth
               great
               increase
               ;
               he
               will
               not
               be
               appeased
               without
               bribes
               ,
               no
               more
               then
               
                 Diana
                 ;
              
               nay
               many
               a
               mans
               estate
               is
               sacrificed
               upon
               his
               altar
               ;
               who
               doth
               not
               unloose
               their
               girdles
               ,
               as
               in
               
                 Diana's
              
               temple
               ,
               but
               quite
               bursts
               them
               .
               3.
               
               They
               that
               will
               live
               chast
               ,
               must
               with
               
                 Diana
              
               live
               on
               hills
               and
               woods
               ,
               and
               use
               continuall
               exercise
               ;
               for
               idlenesse
               and
               great
               Cities
               are
               enemies
               to
               virginity
               .
               4
               Every
               good
               man
               should
               be
               like
               
                 Diana
                 ,
              
               having
               the
               wings
               of
               divine
               meditation
               ,
               the
               courage
               of
               the
               Lyon
               ,
               and
               swiftnesse
               of
               the
               stagge
               ,
               his
               feet
               should
               be
               like
               Hinds
               feet
               ,
               to
               run
               in
               the
               way
               of
               Gods
               commandements
               .
               5.
               
               Gods
               Church
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Diana
                 ,
              
               the
               daughter
               of
               God
               ,
               the
               sister
               of
               the
               son
               of
               righteousnesse
               ,
               who
               is
               a
               virgin
               in
               puritie
               ,
               and
               yet
               a
               fruitfull
               mother
               of
               spirituall
               children
               ,
               whose
               conversation
               is
               sequestred
               from
               the
               world
               ;
               she
               is
               supported
               in
               the
               silver
               chariot
               of
               Gods
               word
               ,
               in
               which
               she
               is
               carried
               towards
               heaven
               ,
               being
               drawn
               with
               the
               white
               staggs
               of
               innocencie
               and
               feare
               ;
               she
               holdeth
               in
               her
               hands
               Lyons
               and
               Leopards
               ,
               the
               Kings
               of
               the
               
                 Gentiles
              
               who
               have
               suffred
               themselves
               to
               be
               caught
               and
               tamed
               by
               her
               ;
               she
               flieth
               with
               the
               wings
               of
               faith
               &
               devotiō
               ;
               and
               hunts
               after
               beasts
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               wicked
               men
               ,
               to
               catch
               them
               in
               her
               nets
               ,
               that
               she
               may
               save
               their
               souls
               ,
               and
               with
               her
               arrows
               to
               kill
               their
               sins
               ;
               
                 Diana
              
               was
               midwife
               to
               bring
               forth
               
                 Apollo
                 ;
              
               so
               the
               Church
               travells
               in
               
               her
               birth
               ,
               till
               Christ
               be
               formed
               in
               us
               ,
               and
               brought
               forth
               in
               our
               holy
               lives
               ;
               and
               as
               it
               fared
               with
               
                 Diana's
              
               temple
               ,
               which
               was
               burned
               by
               
                 Erostratus
                 ,
              
               so
               it
               doth
               with
               the
               Church
               ,
               whose
               Temples
               have
               bin
               robbed
               ,
               defaced
               ,
               and
               ruinated
               by
               prophane
               men
               .
            
             
               
                 Who
                 would
                 a
                 chaste
                 and
                 constant
                 virgin
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 shun
                 the
                 worlds
                 impure
                 society
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 idlenesse
                 ,
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 exercise
                 ,
              
               
                 Corrupts
                 our
                 limbs
                 ,
                 and
                 kills
                 our
                 souls
                 with
                 vice
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 cloud-transcending
                 meditations
              
               
                 We
                 must
                 have
                 still
                 our
                 conversations
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 Cities
                 ,
                 chaste
                 Diana
                 never
                 dwels
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 green
                 woods
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 the
                 airy
                 hils
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 woods
                 she
                 hunts
                 wilde
                 beasts
                 ,
                 on
                 hils
                 she
                 dances
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 her
                 shoulder
                 blades
                 her
                 bow
                 advances
                 :
              
               
                 Oreades
                 about
                 her
                 in
                 a
                 ring
              
               
                 In
                 measures
                 trace
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 and
                 sweetly
                 sing
                 .
              
               
                 Oh
                 that
                 I
                 had
                 Diana's
                 wings
                 ,
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 From
                 tumults
                 to
                 these
                 calm
                 retreats
                 might
                 flye
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 she
                 amongst
                 her
                 Nymphs
                 doth
                 reign
                 as
                 queen
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Flora
                 keeps
                 her
                 fragrant
                 Magazin
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 wood-Musitians
                 with
                 their
                 warbling
                 throats
              
               
                 Chant
                 forth
                 untaught
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 melodious
                 notes
              
               
                 Neer
                 Chrystall-brested
                 rivers
                 ;
                 O
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 Could
                 still
                 enjoy
                 this
                 harmlesse
                 companie
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 know
                 not
                 pride
                 ,
                 nor
                 malice
                 ,
                 nor
                 deceits
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 flattery
                 ,
                 the
                 moth
                 and
                 bane
                 of
                 states
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 that
                 I
                 had
                 Diana's
                 silver
                 bow
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 kill
                 my
                 beastly
                 sins
                 ,
                 before
                 they
                 grow
              
               
                 Too
                 savage
                 ;
                 if
                 I
                 had
                 the
                 nimble
                 feet
              
               
                 Of
                 her
                 two
                 Stags
                 ,
                 then
                 would
                 I
                 be
                 as
                 fleet
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 ,
                 to
                 run
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 Gods
                 commands
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 would
                 I
                 hold
                 the
                 Lyon
                 in
                 my
                 hands
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Leopard
                 ;
                 O
                 if
                 I
                 could
                 subdue
              
               
                 My
                 wilde
                 unruly
                 fins
                 ,
                 a
                 savage
                 crew
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 my
                 weary
                 soul
                 be
                 carried
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
               
                 In
                 that
                 bright
                 silver
                 chariot
                 of
                 thy
                 Word
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 thy
                 fear
                 ,
                 and
                 milk-white
                 innocence
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 these
                 two
                 Stags
                 to
                 draw
                 my
                 soul
                 from
                 hence
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 whil'st
                 my
                 glasse
                 runs
                 in
                 obscurity
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 not
                 lose
                 my
                 virgin
                 purity
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 not
                 fair
                 Diana
                 ,
                 thy
                 chaste
                 love
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 spotlesse
                 Church
                 ,
                 thy
                 silver
                 feather'd
                 Dove
              
               
                 Abuse
                 her self
                 with
                 grosse
                 idolatry
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lose
                 the
                 honour
                 of
                 virginity
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 that
                 Ephesian
                 perish
                 with
                 disgrace
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 would
                 her
                 Temple
                 and
                 her
                 state
                 deface
                 :
              
               
                 Let
                 no
                 Records
                 eternize
                 that
                 foul
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 it
                 not
                 be
                 mention'd
                 but
                 with
                 shame
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           V.
           E
        
         
           
             ELYSIUM
             .
          
           
             THe
             
               Elysian
            
             fields
             were
             places
             of
             pleasure
             ,
             in
             which
             the
             souls
             of
             good
             men
             after
             this
             life
             did
             converse
             ;
             enjoying
             all
             those
             delights
             ,
             which
             they
             affected
             in
             this
             life
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 ELysium
              
               is
               a
               place
               of
               libertie
               ,
               as
               the
               word
               sheweth
               ;
               for
               they
               only
               enjoy
               it
               ,
               who
               are
               loosed
               from
               their
               bodies
               ;
               not
               only
               Poets
               ,
               but
               scriptures
               also
               have
               described
               those
               heavenly
               joyes
               under
               earthly
               tearmes
               for
               our
               capacitie
               ;
               there
               is
               Paradise
               ,
               in
               which
               is
               the
               tree
               of
               life
               ;
               there
               shines
               another
               Sun
               then
               here
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               the
               sun
               of
               righteousnesse
               ,
               there
               are
               rivers
               of
               pleasure
               ;
               there
               are
               the
               flowers
               of
               all
               divine
               graces
               ;
               there
               is
               a
               perpetuall
               spring
               ,
               the
               Musick
               of
               Angels
               ,
               the
               supper
               and
               wedding
               feast
               of
               the
               Lamb
               ;
               the
               new
               
                 Ierusalem
                 ,
              
               all
               built
               of
               pretious
               stones
               ;
               the
               fountain
               of
               living
               waters
               ,
               all
               kinde
               of
               spirituall
               fruits
               ;
               the
               continuall
               breath
               of
               Gods
               spirit
               ,
               &c.
               
               And
               as
               none
               could
               enter
               the
               
                 Elysian
              
               fields
               ,
               till
               he
               was
               purged
               ,
               so
               no
               unclean
               thing
               can
               enter
               into
               the
               new
               
                 Ierusalem
                 ;
              
               the
               blood
               
               of
               Christ
               must
               purge
               us
               from
               all
               sin
               ;
               and
               as
               they
               must
               passe
               
                 Acharon
                 ,
                 Phlegeton
                 ,
              
               and
               other
               rivers
               of
               Hell
               ,
               before
               they
               can
               have
               accesse
               to
               those
               delightfull
               fields
               ,
               so
               we
               must
               passe
               through
               fire
               &
               water
               ,
               troubles
               and
               persecutions
               ,
               before
               we
               can
               enter
               into
               heaven
               ;
               and
               thus
               we
               see
               the
               Gentiles
               were
               not
               ignorant
               of
               a
               reward
               for
               good
               men
               ,
               and
               of
               punnishment
               for
               the
               wicked
               .
            
             
               
                 You
                 that
                 delight
                 in
                 painted
                 meads
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 silver
                 brooks
                 ,
                 in
                 cooling
                 shades
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 dancing
                 ,
                 feasts
                 ,
                 harmonious
                 layes
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Chrystall
                 springs
                 ,
                 and
                 groves
                 of
                 bayes
                 ▪
              
               
                 Draw
                 neer
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 let
                 you
                 see
              
               
                 A
                 Tempe
                 full
                 of
                 majesty
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 neither
                 white-hair'd
                 Boreas
                 snows
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 black-wing'd
                 Auster
                 ever
                 blows
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 sweet-breath'd
                 Zephyr
                 still
                 doth
                 curl
              
               
                 The
                 meads
                 ,
                 and
                 purest
                 streams
                 here
                 purl
              
               
                 From
                 silver
                 springs
                 which
                 glide
                 upon
              
               
                 Rich
                 Pearl
                 ,
                 and
                 Orientall
                 stone
                 :
              
               
                 Here
                 on
                 the
                 banks
                 of
                 Rivers
                 grows
              
               
                 Each
                 fruitfull
                 tree
                 ,
                 here
                 Laurell
                 groves
              
               
                 Ne're
                 fade
                 ;
                 here
                 's
                 a
                 perpetuall
                 spring
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Nightingales
                 the
                 woods
                 still
                 ring
                 :
              
               
                 Meads
                 flourish
                 here
                 continually
              
               
                 In
                 their
                 sweet
                 smelling
                 Tapestry
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Pink
                 ,
                 the
                 gilded
                 Daffadilly
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 shame-fac'd
                 Rose
                 ,
                 the
                 white
                 cheek'd
                 Lilly
                 ▪
              
               
                 The
                 Violet
                 ,
                 the
                 Columbine
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Marigold
                 ,
                 the
                 Eglantine
                 ,
              
               
                 Rosemary
                 ,
                 Time
                 ,
                 and
                 Gilli-flowers
                 ,
              
               
                 Grow
                 without
                 help
                 of
                 Sun
                 or
                 showers
                 .
              
               
                 Vines
                 still
                 bear
                 purple
                 clusters
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 New
                 wine
                 aboundeth
                 all
                 the
                 yeer
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 ground
                 exhales
                 that
                 pleasant
                 smell
              
               
               
                 Which
                 doth
                 all
                 earthly
                 sents
                 excell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 place
                 of
                 it's
                 own
                 accord
              
               
                 Doth
                 all
                 these
                 benefits
                 afford
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 needs
                 no
                 husbandmen
                 to
                 toil
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 labour
                 in
                 this
                 happy
                 soil
                 ;
              
               
                 Rage
                 ,
                 tyranny
                 ,
                 oppression
                 ,
              
               
                 Fraud
                 ,
                 malice
                 ,
                 and
                 ambition
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 avarice
                 here
                 are
                 not
                 known
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 coals
                 of
                 discord
                 are
                 not
                 blown
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 this
                 blessed
                 mansion
              
               
                 Dwels
                 perfect
                 love
                 and
                 union
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 are
                 no
                 cares
                 ,
                 nor
                 fears
                 ,
                 nor
                 death
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 any
                 pestilentiall
                 breath
              
               
                 Which
                 may
                 infect
                 that
                 wholsom
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 here
                 's
                 continuall
                 dainty
                 fare
                 ;
              
               
                 Ambrosia
                 here
                 on
                 trees
                 doth
                 grow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cups
                 with
                 Nectar
                 overflow
                 ;
              
               
                 Tables
                 with
                 flowry
                 carpets
                 spread
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 still
                 most
                 richly
                 furnished
                 ;
              
               
                 Drums
                 ,
                 Trumpets
                 ,
                 Canons
                 roaring
                 sounds
              
               
                 Are
                 never
                 heard
                 within
                 these
                 bounds
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 sacred
                 Songs
                 ,
                 and
                 Jubilees
                 ,
              
               
                 Timbrels
                 ,
                 Organs
                 ,
                 and
                 Psalteries
                 ,
              
               
                 Sackbuts
                 ,
                 Violins
                 ,
                 and
                 Flutes
                 ,
              
               
                 Harps
                 ,
                 silver
                 Symbals
                 ,
                 solemn
                 Lutes
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 these
                 in
                 one
                 joyn'd
                 harmony
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Hallelujah's
                 pierce
                 the
                 sky
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 's
                 neither
                 night
                 nor
                 gloomy
                 cloud
              
               
                 Which
                 can
                 that
                 world
                 in
                 darknesse
                 shroud
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 there
                 's
                 an
                 everlasting
                 day
              
               
                 Which
                 knows
                 no
                 evening
                 ,
                 or
                 decay
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 shines
                 a
                 Sun
                 ,
                 whose
                 glorious
                 fire
              
               
                 Shall
                 not
                 with
                 length
                 of
                 time
                 expire
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 who
                 shall
                 never
                 set
                 or
                 fall
              
               
                 In
                 Neptunes
                 azure
                 glassie
                 hall
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 are
                 no
                 birds
                 or
                 beasts
                 of
                 prey
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 is
                 no
                 sicknesse
                 nor
                 decay
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 hunger
                 ,
                 infamy
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Nor
                 want
                 ,
                 nor
                 any
                 misery
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 silver-headed
                 age
                 ,
                 which
                 bows
              
               
                 The
                 back
                 ,
                 and
                 furrows
                 up
                 the
                 brows
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 here
                 's
                 the
                 ever-smiling
                 prime
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 youth
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 not
                 fade
                 with
                 time
                 .
              
               
                 Mirth
                 ,
                 plenty
                 ,
                 glory
                 ,
                 beauty
                 ,
                 grace
              
               
                 And
                 holinesse
                 dwell
                 in
                 this
                 place
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 joys
                 as
                 yet
                 hath
                 never
                 been
              
               
                 By
                 mortals
                 either
                 heard
                 or
                 seen
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 tongue
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 rehearse
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 Muse
                 can
                 sing
                 ,
                 or
                 paint
                 in
                 verse
              
               
                 This
                 place
                 ,
                 to
                 which
                 all
                 earthly
                 joys
              
               
                 Compared
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 fading
                 toys
                 .
              
               
                 Sure
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 had
                 a
                 voice
                 as
                 shrill
              
               
                 As
                 thunder
                 ,
                 or
                 had
                 I
                 a
                 quill
              
               
                 Pluck't
                 from
                 an
                 Angels
                 pinion
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 all
                 tongues
                 were
                 joyn'd
                 in
                 one
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 could
                 they
                 not
                 sufficiently
              
               
                 Expresse
                 this
                 places
                 dignity
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 golden
                 feather'd
                 Cherubims
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fire-dispersing
                 Seraphims
              
               
                 Have
                 circled
                 with
                 their
                 radiant
                 wings
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 keep
                 away
                 all
                 hurtfull
                 things
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 thou
                 whose
                 glory
                 ne'r
                 decayes
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 these
                 my
                 short
                 and
                 evil
                 dayes
              
               
                 Are
                 vanish'd
                 like
                 a
                 dream
                 or
                 shade
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 like
                 the
                 grasse
                 ,
                 and
                 flowers
                 that
                 fade
                 ;
              
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 my
                 soul
                 have
                 then
                 accesse
              
               
                 Unto
                 that
                 endlesse
                 happinesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 thy
                 blest
                 saints
                 with
                 warbling
                 tongues
              
               
                 Are
                 chanting
                 still
                 celestiall
                 songs
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 winged
                 quiresters
                 thy
                 praise
              
               
                 Still
                 Caroll
                 forth
                 with
                 heavenly
                 layes
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 shall
                 my
                 bondage
                 Lord
                 expire
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 to
                 that
                 place
                 retire
                 ?
              
               
                 When
                 shall
                 I
                 end
                 this
                 pilgrimage
                 ?
              
               
                 When
                 wilt
                 thou
                 ope
                 this
                 fleshly
                 cage
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 prison
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 house
                 of
                 clay
                 ,
              
               
               
                 That
                 hence
                 my
                 soul
                 may
                 fly
                 away
                 ?
              
               
                 Untye
                 the
                 chains
                 ,
                 with
                 which
                 so
                 fast
              
               
                 I
                 'm
                 bound
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 me
                 free
                 at
                 last
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 draw
                 aside
                 this
                 Canopie
              
               
                 Which
                 keeps
                 me
                 from
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 thee
                 ;
              
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 me
                 first
                 see
                 thee
                 by
                 grace
              
               
                 Here
                 ;
                 then
                 ,
                 hereafter
                 face
                 to
                 face
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ENDYMEON
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             a
             fair
             shepherd
             ,
             who
             falling
             in
             love
             with
             
               Iuno
               ,
            
             who
             was
             presented
             to
             him
             in
             the
             forme
             of
             a
             cloud
             ,
             was
             thrust
             down
             from
             heaven
             ,
             into
             a
             cave
             ,
             where
             he
             slept
             30
             years
             ,
             with
             whom
             the
             Moon
             being
             in
             love
             came
             down
             oftentimes
             to
             visit
             and
             kisse
             him
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               IT
               is
               thought
               that
               
                 Endymeon
              
               being
               an
               Astronomer
               ,
               and
               one
               that
               first
               observed
               the
               divers
               motions
               of
               the
               Moon
               ,
               gave
               occasion
               to
               this
               fiction
               ,
               that
               the
               Moon
               loved
               him
               ;
               but
               I
               think
               these
               uses
               may
               be
               made
               of
               this
               fiction
               .
               1.
               
               
                 Endymeon
              
               is
               a
               rich
               man
               ;
               and
               riches
               make
               men
               fair
               ,
               though
               never
               so
               deformed
               ;
               and
               with
               such
               the
               Moon
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               world
               ,
               as
               unconstant
               as
               the
               Moon
               ,
               is
               in
               love
               ,
               these
               are
               the
               men
               whom
               the
               world
               kisses
               and
               honoreth
               ,
               but
               when
               these
               rich
               
                 Endymeons
              
               set
               their
               affections
               upon
               wealth
               ,
               (
               for
               
                 Iuno
              
               is
               the
               goddesse
               of
               wealth
               )
               then
               do
               they
               lose
               heaven
               ,
               and
               fall
               into
               the
               sleep
               of
               securitie
               ,
               saying
               ,
               
                 Soul
                 take
                 thy
                 rest
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 store
                 layd
                 up
                 for
                 many
                 years
                 ,
              
               with
               that
               rich
               farmer
               in
               the
               Gospell
               ;
               and
               so
               they
               lose
               their
               souls
               for
               
               a
               shadow
               ,
               for
               such
               is
               wealth
               ;
               and
               this
               shadow
               brings
               upon
               them
               spirituall
               stupiditie
               ,
               they
               that
               cannot
               be
               roused
               from
               their
               cave
               ,
               though
               Gods
               word
               should
               shine
               on
               them
               as
               cleer
               as
               the
               Moon
               .
               2.
               
               By
               
                 Endymeon
                 ,
                 Adam
              
               may
               be
               meant
               ,
               who
               was
               fair
               whilst
               Gods
               image
               continued
               with
               him
               ,
               but
               when
               he
               fell
               in
               love
               with
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
                 Iupiters
              
               wife
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               affected
               equalitie
               with
               his
               maker
               ;
               he
               was
               thrust
               out
               of
               Paradise
               ,
               into
               this
               world
               as
               unto
               a
               cave
               ;
               where
               he
               was
               cast
               into
               a
               dead
               sleep
               ,
               or
               the
               sleep
               of
               death
               ,
               from
               which
               he
               shall
               not
               be
               awaked
               though
               the
               Moon
               so
               often
               visit
               him
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               so
               long
               as
               the
               Moon
               shall
               shine
               and
               visit
               the
               earth
               ,
               which
               shall
               be
               till
               the
               dissolution
               of
               all
               things
               ,
               man
               shall
               sleep
               in
               the
               grave
               .
               3.
               
               By
               
                 Endymeon
              
               may
               be
               meant
               these
               ,
               over
               whom
               the
               Moon
               hath
               dominion
               ;
               for
               Astrologers
               observe
               ,
               that
               every
               man
               is
               subject
               to
               one
               Planet
               ,
               or
               other
               ,
               more
               or
               lesse
               ,
               such
               men
               then
               over
               whom
               the
               Moon
               ruleth
               are
               instable
               ,
               subject
               to
               many
               changes
               ;
               nimble
               bodied
               ,
               quick
               in
               apprehension
               ,
               desirous
               of
               glory
               ,
               and
               such
               a
               one
               perhaps
               was
               
                 Endymeon
                 ;
              
               therefore
               the
               Moon
               was
               sayd
               to
               love
               them
               ;
               and
               such
               because
               they
               affect
               hohour
               and
               popular
               applause
               ,
               which
               is
               but
               air
               ,
               may
               be
               sayd
               to
               be
               in
               love
               with
               
                 Iuno
                 ,
              
               which
               is
               the
               air
               ,
               and
               indeed
               honour
               is
               but
               air
               ,
               or
               a
               cloud
               .
               4.
               
               Every
               man
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Endymeon
                 ,
              
               for
               we
               are
               all
               in
               love
               with
               air
               and
               emptie
               clouds
               ,
               with
               toyes
               and
               vanities
               which
               makes
               us
               so
               sleepie
               and
               dull
               in
               heavenly
               things
               ,
               and
               the
               Moon
               is
               in
               love
               with
               us
               ;
               changes
               and
               inconstancie
               ,
               still
               accompanie
               mans
               life
               ,
               to
               signifie
               which
               instabilitie
               of
               human
               affaires
               ,
               the
               feast
               of
               new
               
               Moons
               was
               kept
               among
               the
               
                 Iews
                 ;
              
               and
               the
               Roman
               Nobilitie
               used
               to
               weare
               little
               pictures
               of
               the
               Moon
               on
               their
               shooes
               ,
               to
               shew
               that
               we
               are
               never
               in
               one
               stay
               ;
               for
               which
               cause
               I
               thinke
               the
               
                 Turks
              
               have
               the
               half
               Moon
               for
               their
               Armes
               .
               5.
               
               When
               
                 Endymeon
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               mankinde
               slept
               in
               sin
               ;
               the
               Moon
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               our
               Saviour
               Christ
               ,
               (
               whose
               flesh
               is
               compared
               to
               the
               Moon
               ,
               
                 a
              
               by
               
                 S.
                 Augustin
                 ,
              
               as
               his
               divinitie
               to
               the
               Sun
               )
               in
               his
               flesh
               visited
               us
               ,
               and
               dwelt
               amongst
               us
               ,
               this
               Moon
               was
               eclipsed
               in
               the
               passion
               ,
               and
               this
               Moon
               slept
               in
               the
               cave
               with
               
                 Adam
                 ;
              
               and
               the
               full
               of
               this
               Moon
               was
               seen
               in
               the
               resurrection
               ;
               this
               is
               he
               who
               hath
               kissed
               us
               with
               the
               kisses
               of
               his
               mouth
               ,
               whose
               love
               is
               better
               then
               wine
               ,
               whose
               light
               shined
               in
               darknesse
               ,
               and
               the
               darknesse
               comprehended
               it
               not
               .
               6.
               
               The
               Moon
               fals
               in
               love
               with
               sleepie
               
                 Endymeons
                 ;
              
               that
               is
               ,
               carnall
               and
               sensuall
               pleasures
               ,
               and
               earthly
               thoughts
               invade
               those
               ,
               that
               give
               themselves
               to
               idlenesse
               ,
               securitie
               ,
               and
               lazinesse
               ;
               for
               the
               Moon
               ,
               in
               regard
               of
               her
               vicinitie
               to
               the
               earth
               may
               be
               the
               Symboll
               of
               earthly
               mindes
               ;
               and
               because
               she
               is
               the
               mistris
               of
               the
               night
               ,
               and
               of
               darknesse
               ,
               the
               time
               when
               carnall
               delights
               are
               most
               exercised
               ,
               she
               may
               be
               the
               Symboll
               of
               such
               delights
               ;
               and
               because
               of
               her
               often
               changing
               she
               may
               represent
               to
               us
               the
               nature
               of
               fooles
               ,
               which
               delight
               in
               idlenesse
               ,
               as
               the
               Moon
               did
               in
               
                 Endymeon
                 .
                 7.
                 
                 Endymeon
              
               in
               this
               may
               signifie
               the
               Sun
               ,
               with
               whom
               the
               Moon
               is
               in
               love
               ;
               rejoycing
               ,
               and
               as
               it
               were
               laughing
               in
               her
               full
               light
               ,
               when
               she
               hath
               the
               whole
               veiw
               of
               him
               ;
               and
               every
               month
               running
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               overtaking
               him
               ,
               whose
               motion
               is
               
               slow
               ,
               and
               therefore
               he
               seems
               to
               sleep
               in
               regard
               of
               her
               velocitie
               .
            
             
               
                 What
                 means
                 the
                 Moon
                 ,
                 to
                 dote
                 so
                 much
                 upon
              
               
                 The
                 fair
                 Endymeon
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 why
                 should
                 man
                 forsake
                 his
                 Soveraign
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 catch
                 an
                 empty
                 cloud
                 ?
              
               
                 From
                 heaven
                 shall
                 any
                 man
                 for
                 riches
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lose
                 his
                 soul
                 and
                 all
                 ?
              
               
                 How
                 can
                 we
                 sleep
                 in
                 such
                 security
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 that
                 we
                 cannot
                 see
              
               
                 Our
                 dangers
                 ,
                 nor
                 that
                 lamp
                 ,
                 whose
                 silver
                 ray
              
               
                 Drives
                 black-fac'd
                 night
                 away
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 madnesse
                 is
                 't
                 for
                 thee
                 to
                 lose
                 thy
                 share
              
               
                 Of
                 heaven
                 ,
                 for
                 bubling
                 air
              
               
                 Of
                 honour
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 popular
                 applause
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 doth
                 but
                 envie
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 which
                 is
                 nothing
                 but
                 an
                 empty
                 winde
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 cannot
                 fill
                 the
                 minde
                 ;
              
               
                 How
                 changable
                 is
                 man
                 in
                 all
                 his
                 wayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Now
                 grows
                 ,
                 anon
                 decayes
                 ;
              
               
                 Now
                 cleere
                 ,
                 then
                 dark
                 ,
                 now
                 hates
                 ,
                 anon
                 affects
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 changing
                 his
                 aspects
                 .
              
               
                 Much
                 like
                 the
                 Moon
                 ,
                 who
                 runs
                 a
                 wandring
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 still
                 doth
                 change
                 her
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Lord
                 give
                 me
                 strait
                 paths
                 ,
                 and
                 grant
                 to
                 me
              
               
                 The
                 gift
                 of
                 constancie
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 quench
                 in
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 pray
                 ,
                 the
                 sinfull
                 fire
              
               
                 Of
                 lust
                 ,
                 and
                 vain
                 desire
                 .
              
               
                 Be
                 thou
                 the
                 onely
                 object
                 of
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 free
                 me
                 from
                 the
                 hole
              
               
                 Of
                 ignorance
                 and
                 dead
                 security
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 when
                 shall
                 I
                 once
                 see
              
               
                 The
                 never
                 fading
                 lustre
                 of
                 thy
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 chace
                 away
                 my
                 night
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 golden
                 beauty
                 of
                 thy
                 countenance
              
               
                 To
                 clear
                 my
                 conscience
                 .
              
               
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 thou
                 cam'st
                 to
                 rouze
                 Endymeon
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 his
                 dungeon
                 ,
              
               
                 Wrapp'd
                 in
                 the
                 black
                 vail
                 of
                 Chimerian
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 could
                 not
                 see
                 the
                 light
              
               
                 Of
                 Moon
                 or
                 Star
                 ,
                 untill
                 thou
                 didst
                 display
              
               
                 Thy
                 all-victorious
                 ray
                 ;
              
               
                 Brighter
                 then
                 is
                 fair
                 Phoebe's
                 glitt'ring
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 the
                 nights
                 chief
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 silver
                 light
                 ,
                 as
                 sometimes
                 it
                 does
                 wain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 it
                 primes
                 again
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 was
                 thy
                 flesh
                 eclipsed
                 from
                 it's
                 light
              
               
                 By
                 Pluto's
                 horrid
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 muffled
                 for
                 a
                 while
                 from
                 that
                 bright
                 eye
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 Divinity
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 black
                 deaths
                 interposition
              
               
                 Was
                 overcome
                 and
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 silver
                 orb
                 of
                 thy
                 humanity
              
               
                 Did
                 shine
                 more
                 gloriously
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 when
                 the
                 white-fac'd
                 empresse
                 of
                 the
                 night
              
               
                 Shines
                 by
                 her
                 brothers
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 rouze
                 me
                 from
                 my
                 drousinesse
                 ,
                 that
                 I
              
               
                 May
                 see
                 thy
                 radient
                 eye
              
               
                 Which
                 pierceth
                 all
                 hearts
                 with
                 its
                 golden
                 beams
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 which
                 such
                 glory
                 streams
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 the
                 winged
                 Legions
                 admire
                 ;
              
               
                 Lord
                 warm
                 me
                 with
                 thy
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 stamp
                 the
                 favour
                 of
                 thy
                 lips
                 on
                 mine
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 love
                 exceeds
                 new
                 wine
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 will
                 I
                 sing
                 uncessantly
                 thy
                 praise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 thy
                 honour
                 will
                 due
                 Trophees
                 raise
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             ERYCHTHONIUS
             .
          
           
             THis
             was
             a
             monster
             ,
             or
             a
             man
             with
             Dragons
             feeet
             ,
             begot
             of
             
               Vulcans
            
             seed
             shed
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
             whilst
             he
             was
             offering
             violence
             to
             
               Minerva
            
             the
             virgin
             ;
             which
             monster
             notwithstanding
             was
             cherished
             by
             
             
               Minerva
               ,
            
             and
             delivered
             to
             the
             daughter
             of
             
               Cecrops
            
             to
             be
             kept
             ,
             with
             a
             caution
             ,
             that
             they
             should
             not
             look
             into
             the
             basket
             to
             see
             what
             was
             there
             ;
             which
             advice
             they
             not
             obeying
             ,
             looked
             in
             and
             so
             grew
             mad
             ,
             and
             broke
             their
             own
             necks
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 VUlcan
              
               shedding
               his
               seed
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
               is
               the
               elementarie
               fire
               ,
               concurring
               with
               the
               earth
               ,
               in
               which
               are
               the
               other
               two
               elements
               ,
               and
               of
               these
               all
               monsters
               are
               procreated
               ;
               and
               by
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               the
               influence
               of
               heaven
               or
               of
               the
               Sun
               ,
               cherished
               and
               fomented
               ,
               though
               not
               at
               first
               by
               God
               produced
               ,
               but
               since
               
                 Adams
              
               fall
               ,
               and
               for
               the
               punishment
               of
               sin
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Vulcan
              
               offering
               wrong
               to
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               is
               that
               unregenerate
               part
               of
               man
               ,
               called
               by
               the
               Apostle
               ,
               
                 the
                 law
                 of
                 our
                 members
                 ,
                 rebelling
                 against
                 the
                 law
                 of
                 the
                 minde
                 ;
              
               of
               which
               ariseth
               that
               spirituall
               combate
               and
               strife
               in
               good
               men
               ,
               which
               is
               begun
               by
               the
               flesh
               ,
               but
               cherished
               and
               increased
               by
               the
               spirit
               ,
               till
               at
               last
               the
               spirit
               get
               the
               victorie
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               he
               that
               makes
               a
               vow
               to
               live
               still
               a
               virgin
               ,
               must
               look
               to
               have
               the
               fierie
               
                 Vulcan
              
               of
               lust
               to
               offer
               him
               violence
               ,
               and
               so
               he
               shall
               never
               be
               free
               from
               inward
               molestation
               and
               trouble
               ;
               therefore
               better
               marrie
               then
               burne
               ;
               and
               if
               he
               intertains
               any
               unchast
               thoughts
               ,
               though
               his
               bodie
               be
               undefiled
               ,
               yet
               he
               is
               no
               pure
               virgin
               ,
               as
               
                 Lactantius
              
               
                 a
              
               sheweth
               ,
               that
               
                 Minerva
              
               was
               not
               ,
               because
               she
               cherished
               
                 Erychthonius
                 ;
              
               therefore
               an
               unchast
               minde
               
               in
               a
               chast
               body
               ,
               is
               like
               
                 Minerva
              
               fomenting
               
                 Vulcans
              
               brat
               ;
               he
               is
               a
               pure
               virgin
               ,
               sayth
               
                 a
              
               S.
               
                 Hierom
                 ,
              
               whose
               minde
               is
               chast
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               his
               body
               ;
               and
               this
               he
               ingeniously
               confesseth
               was
               wanting
               in
               himself
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Minerva
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               wisdom
               ,
               hath
               no
               such
               violent
               enemie
               as
               
                 Vulcan
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               firie
               anger
               ,
               which
               doth
               not
               only
               overthrow
               wisdom
               in
               the
               minde
               for
               a
               time
               ,
               for
               it
               is
               short
               fury
               ;
               but
               is
               also
               the
               cause
               of
               
                 Erychthonius
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               of
               all
               strife
               and
               contention
               in
               the
               world
               .
               5.
               
               War
               is
               a
               firie
               
                 Vulcan
                 ,
              
               an
               enemie
               to
               learning
               or
               
                 Minerva
                 ;
              
               the
               cause
               of
               
                 Erychthonius
                 ,
              
               of
               monstrous
               outrages
               and
               enormities
               ;
               and
               oftentimes
               fomented
               by
               seditious
               schollers
               ,
               and
               learning
               abused
               .
               6.
               
               
                 Erychthonius
              
               is
               a
               covetous
               man
               ,
               as
               the
               world
               shews
               ;
               for
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               is
               contention
               ,
               and
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               is
               the
               earth
               ,
               and
               what
               else
               is
               covetousnes
               but
               a
               presumptious
               desire
               of
               earthly
               things
               ,
               and
               the
               cause
               of
               so
               much
               strife
               and
               contention
               in
               the
               world
               ;
               this
               monster
               came
               of
               
                 Vulcan
              
               the
               god
               of
               fire
               ,
               that
               is
               of
               Satan
               the
               god
               of
               this
               world
               ,
               who
               reigns
               in
               the
               fire
               of
               contention
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               fire
               of
               Hell
               ,
               and
               is
               fomented
               by
               
                 Minerva
              
               the
               soul
               ,
               which
               is
               the
               seat
               of
               wisdom
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Tertullian
              
               
                 b
              
               sayth
               ,
               that
               
                 Erychthonius
              
               is
               the
               devil
               ,
               and
               indeed
               ,
               not
               unfitly
               ,
               for
               he
               is
               the
               father
               of
               all
               strife
               ,
               and
               of
               avarice
               ,
               he
               hath
               a
               mans
               wisdom
               ,
               or
               head
               to
               allure
               us
               to
               sin
               ,
               but
               a
               Dragons
               feet
               to
               torment
               us
               in
               the
               end
               for
               sin
               ;
               whosoever
               with
               delight
               shall
               look
               on
               him
               ,
               shall
               at
               last
               receive
               destruction
               .
               8.
               
               Let
               us
               take
               heed
               we
               pry
               not
               too
               curiously
               in
               the
               basket
               of
               natures
               secrets
               ,
               lest
               we
               be
               served
               as
               
                 Cecrops
              
               daughters
               ,
               or
               as
               
                 Pliny
              
               and
               
                 Empedocles
              
               were
               .
               
               9.
               
               A
               Magistrate
               or
               Governour
               must
               be
               like
               
                 Erychthonius
                 ,
              
               who
               was
               himself
               King
               of
               
                 Athens
                 ;
              
               he
               must
               be
               both
               a
               man
               and
               a
               Dragon
               ;
               if
               the
               face
               of
               humanitie
               and
               mercy
               will
               not
               prevail
               ,
               then
               the
               Dragons
               feet
               of
               vigour
               and
               justice
               must
               walk
               .
               10.
               
               If
               any
               firy
               or
               chollerick
               
                 Vulcan
              
               shall
               offer
               us
               wrong
               ,
               we
               must
               wisely
               defend
               our selves
               with
               
                 Minerva
                 ;
              
               and
               conceal
               the
               injury
               &
               our
               own
               grief
               ,
               as
               she
               did
               
                 Erychthonius
                 .
              
               11.
               
               Though
               the
               preserving
               and
               cherishing
               of
               
                 Vulcans
              
               childe
               is
               no
               certain
               proof
               that
               
                 Minerva
              
               lost
               her
               virginitie
               ,
               neither
               did
               shee
               lose
               it
               though
               Vuloffred
               her
               violence
               ,
               because
               there
               was
               no
               consent
               ;
               yet
               it
               becoms
               all
               ,
               chiefly
               virgins
               to
               aovid
               both
               the
               evil
               &
               the
               occasion
               therof
               ,
               that
               there
               may
               be
               no
               supition
               ,
            
             
               
                 1.
                 
              
               
                 Why
                 Vulcans
                 fire
              
               
                 With
                 Vesta
                 did
                 conspire
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 the
                 monster
                 Erychthonius
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 because
              
               
                 Man
                 would
                 not
                 keep
                 Gods
                 Laws
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 run
                 the
                 course
                 that
                 was
                 erroneous
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2.
                 
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 no
                 hell
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 death
                 till
                 Adam
                 fell
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 monster
                 ,
                 or
                 deformed
                 Progeny
                 :
              
               
                 Minerva's
                 thigh
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 Sols
                 resplendant
                 eye
              
               
                 Did
                 neither
                 cherish
                 ,
                 nor
                 such
                 monsters
                 see
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3.
                 
              
               
                 Now
                 Vulcan
                 sues
              
               
                 Minerva
                 to
                 abuse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 pollute
                 her
                 pure
                 virginity
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 doth
                 the
                 coal
              
               
                 Of
                 lust
                 inflame
                 my
                 soul
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 flesh
                 against
                 the
                 spirit
                 strives
                 in
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 4.
                 
              
               
                 O
                 if
                 my
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 Could
                 peace
                 and
                 freedom
                 finde
              
               
                 From
                 inward
                 broils
                 ,
                 and
                 Vulcans
                 wanton
                 eye
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 if
                 the
                 fire
              
               
                 Of
                 lust
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 desire
              
               
                 Of
                 earthly
                 things
                 in
                 me
                 would
                 fade
                 and
                 dye
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 5.
                 
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 is
                 vext
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 too
                 too
                 much
                 perplext
              
               
                 With
                 angers
                 ,
                 fear
                 ,
                 and
                 fiery
                 violence
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 breeds
                 in
                 me
              
               
                 Much
                 strife
                 continually
              
               
                 That
                 darkneth
                 both
                 my
                 judgement
                 and
                 my
                 sence
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 shall
                 I
              
               
                 Resist
                 the
                 tyrannie
              
               
                 Of
                 Vulcan
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 have
                 not
                 arms
                 of
                 strength
                 ?
              
               
                 Therefore
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 Lend
                 me
                 thy
                 conquering
                 sword
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 be
                 victorious
                 at
                 length
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             EUMENIDES
             .
          
           
             THese
             were
             the
             3
             furies
             ,
             the
             daughters
             of
             
               Pluto
            
             and
             
               Proserpina
               ,
            
             or
             of
             hell
             ,
             darknesse
             ,
             night
             ,
             and
             earth
             ;
             in
             heaven
             they
             were
             called
             
               Dirae
               ,
            
             in
             earth
             
               Harpiae
               ,
            
             in
             hell
             
               Furiae
               ,
            
             they
             had
             snakes
             in
             stead
             of
             hairs
             ,
             brasen
             feet
             ;
             torches
             in
             one
             hand
             ,
             and
             whips
             in
             the
             other
             ,
             and
             wings
             to
             fly
             with
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               COmmonly
               these
               3
               furies
               are
               taken
               for
               the
               tortures
               of
               an
               evill
               conscience
               ,
               proceeding
               from
               the
               guilt
               
               of
               sin
               ,
               they
               cause
               feare
               ,
               and
               furie
               ,
               as
               the
               word
               
                 Erinnys
              
               signifieth
               ;
               hell
               is
               the
               place
               of
               their
               aboad
               ,
               and
               where
               they
               are
               ,
               there
               is
               hell
               ;
               the
               tortures
               wherof
               are
               begun
               in
               the
               conscience
               of
               wicked
               men
               .
               2.
               
               There
               are
               three
               unruly
               passions
               in
               men
               ,
               answering
               to
               these
               three
               furies
               ;
               covetousnesse
               is
               
                 Alecto
                 ,
              
               which
               ●ever
               giveth
               over
               seeking
               wealth
               ,
               and
               indeed
               this
               is
               the
               greatest
               of
               all
               the
               furies
               ,
               and
               will
               not
               suffer
               the
               〈…〉
               r
               to
               eat
               &
               injoy
               the
               goods
               that
               he
               hath
               gotten
               ;
               
                 a
              
               
                 〈…〉
                 riarum
                 maxima
                 ,
                 juxta
                 accubat
                 ,
                 et
                 manibus
                 p
                 〈…〉
                 contingere
                 mensas
                 ;
              
               this
               is
               a
               Harpie
               indeed
               ,
               〈…〉
               ly
               delighting
               in
               rapine
               ,
               but
               polluting
               every
               t
               〈…〉
               hath
               ;
               
                 b
              
               contracting
               
                 omnia
                 faedat
                 immund
              
               〈…〉
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Iupiters
              
               dog
               ,
               or
               rather
               a
               dog
               〈…〉
               manger
               ,
               neither
               eating
               himself
               ,
               nor
               suffering
               others
               to
               eat
               ;
               the
               other
               furie
               is
               
                 Megaera
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               en●●●
               ,
               full
               of
               poyson
               and
               snakie
               hairs
               ;
               the
               third
               is
               
                 Tisiphone
                 ,
              
               which
               is
               inordinate
               anger
               ,
               or
               a
               revengefull
               dispositiō
               ;
               the
               burning
               torch
               ,
               and
               wings
               shew
               the
               nature
               of
               anger
               ;
               all
               these
               have
               their
               begining
               and
               being
               fr●●
               Hell
               ,
               from
               darknesse
               and
               night
               ,
               even
               from
               Satan
               ,
               and
               the
               two-fold
               darknesse
               that
               is
               in
               us
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               the
               ignorance
               of
               our
               understanding
               ,
               and
               the
               corruption
               of
               our
               will
               ;
               but
               as
               the
               Furies
               had
               no
               access
               unto
               
                 Apollo's
              
               temple
               ,
               but
               were
               placed
               in
               the
               porch
               
                 c
              
               
                 ultricesque
                 sedent
                 in
                 lumine
                 Dirae
                 ,
              
               although
               otherwayes
               they
               were
               had
               in
               great
               veneration
               ;
               so
               neither
               have
               they
               accesse
               unto
               the
               minds
               of
               good
               men
               ,
               which
               are
               the
               temples
               of
               the
               holy
               Ghost
               .
               3.
               
               Gods
               three
               judgements
               which
               he
               sends
               to
               punish
               us
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               plague
               ,
               famine
               ,
               
               and
               sword
               ,
               are
               the
               three
               furies
               ;
               
                 a
              
               
                 Megaera
                 ,
              
               is
               the
               〈…〉
               t
               sweeps
               and
               takes
               away
               multitudes
               ;
               the
               fa
               〈…〉
               lecto
               ,
               which
               is
               never
               satisfied
               ;
               and
               the
               〈…〉
               
                 Tisiphone
                 ,
              
               a
               revenger
               of
               sin
               ,
               and
               a
               murtherer
               ▪
               ●●●se
               have
               their
               seat
               in
               hell
               ,
               as
               they
               are
               sent
               from
               ,
               〈…〉
               ed
               by
               Satan
               ,
               and
               in
               heaven
               also
               ,
               as
               they
               are
               〈…〉
               y
               God
               ,
               without
               whose
               permission
               Satan
               can
               〈◊〉
               nothing
               ;
               they
               may
               be
               called
               
                 b
              
               Harpies
               ,
               as
               the
               furies
               were
               ;
               because
               they
               snatch
               and
               carry
               all
               things
               h●ad-long
               with
               them
               ;
               and
               ,
               
                 Dirae
                 quasi
                 dei
                 irae
                 ,
              
               being
               the
               effects
               of
               Gods
               anger
               ,
               they
               are
               
                 Iupiters
              
               dogs
               ,
               the
               ●●●cutioners
               of
               Gods
               wrath
               ,
               and
               devourers
               of
               sinn●●s
               ;
               they
               come
               swiftly
               with
               wings
               ,
               and
               tread
               hard
               with
               their
               brasen
               feet
               ;
               the
               plague
               is
               the
               snake
               that
               poysoneth
               ,
               the
               famine
               is
               the
               torch
               that
               consumeth
               and
               burneth
               ,
               the
               sword
               is
               the
               whip
               that
               draweth
               blood
               .
               4.
               
               Ministers
               should
               be
               
                 c
              
               
                 Eumenides
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               gracious
               ,
               benevolent
               ,
               of
               a
               good
               minde
               ,
               as
               the
               word
               signifieth
               ,
               being
               properly
               taken
               ;
               they
               should
               have
               the
               wisdom
               of
               Serpents
               in
               their
               heads
               ,
               the
               torch
               of
               Gods
               Word
               in
               one
               hand
               ,
               the
               whip
               of
               Discipline
               in
               the
               other
               ;
               the
               wings
               of
               contemplation
               ,
               and
               the
               brasen
               feet
               of
               a
               constant
               and
               shining
               conversation
               .
            
             
               
                 See
                 how
                 the
                 grim-fac'd
                 hags
                 from
                 Hells
                 black
                 lake
              
               
                 Ascend
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 their
                 hissing
                 tresses
                 shake
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 look
                 as
                 fearfull
                 as
                 their
                 mother
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 black
                 flam'd
                 torches
                 yeeld
                 a
                 dismall
                 light
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 rais'd
                 these
                 monsters
                 from
                 hot
                 Phlegeton
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 ghastly
                 daughters
                 of
                 sad
                 Acharon
              
               
                 To
                 torture
                 men
                 ;
                 hark
                 how
                 their
                 lashes
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 See
                 how
                 they
                 poyson
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 burn
                 and
                 wound
                 .
              
               
               
                 Alas
                 ,
                 we
                 can
                 accuse
                 none
                 but
                 our selves
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 are
                 the
                 raisers
                 of
                 these
                 dreadfull
                 elves
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 we
                 'r
                 the
                 cause
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 misery
              
               
                 That
                 fals
                 on
                 us
                 and
                 our
                 posterity
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 sin
                 ,
                 alas
                 ,
                 procures
                 us
                 all
                 our
                 woe
                 ,
              
               
                 Sin
                 makes
                 our
                 dearest
                 friend
                 our
                 greatest
                 foe
                 :
              
               
                 Almighty
                 God
                 ,
                 whose
                 high-born
                 progeny
              
               
                 We
                 are
                 ,
                 is
                 now
                 become
                 our
                 enemy
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 gives
                 way
                 to
                 these
                 infernall
                 hounds
              
               
                 To
                 roame
                 abroad
                 ,
                 and
                 rage
                 beyond
                 their
                 bounds
                 .
              
               
                 Gold-fingred
                 avarice
                 ,
                 with
                 yawning
                 jaws
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 piercing
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 ever-scraping
                 claws
                 :
              
               
                 Whose
                 heart
                 like
                 bird-lime
                 clings
                 to
                 every
                 thing
              
               
                 It
                 sees
                 ,
                 and
                 still
                 is
                 poor
                 in
                 coveting
                 :
              
               
                 Flyes
                 over
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 (
                 the
                 more
                 's
                 the
                 pitie
                 )
              
               
                 Hath
                 poyson'd
                 both
                 the
                 Country
                 and
                 the
                 City
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 greedy
                 dog
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 never
                 fill'd
                 with
                 store
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 eating
                 still
                 ,
                 and
                 barking
                 still
                 for
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 cryes
                 and
                 grones
                 of
                 poor
                 men
                 wrong'd
                 ,
                 can
                 tell
              
               
                 That
                 this
                 devouring
                 fury
                 came
                 from
                 hell
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 pale-fac'd
                 ,
                 squint-ey'd
                 ,
                 black-mouth'd
                 envie
                 flyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 her
                 sable
                 wings
                 beats
                 out
                 mens
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 cannot
                 on
                 vertues
                 glitt'ring
                 gold
              
               
                 Look
                 cheerfully
                 ,
                 nor
                 good
                 mens
                 works
                 behold
                 .
              
               
                 Like
                 Owls
                 they
                 see
                 by
                 night
                 ,
                 black
                 spots
                 they
                 spy
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 run
                 their
                 tongues
                 on
                 wheels
                 of
                 obloquy
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 have
                 not
                 eyes
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 shining
                 day
              
               
                 Of
                 goodnesse
                 ;
                 nor
                 good
                 words
                 have
                 they
                 to
                 say
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 fury
                 is
                 the
                 bane
                 of
                 each
                 good
                 action
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 the
                 spightfull
                 mother
                 of
                 detraction
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 blasts
                 the
                 bads
                 and
                 blossomes
                 of
                 true
                 worth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 chokes
                 all
                 brave
                 atchievements
                 in
                 their
                 birth
                 .
              
               
                 Her
                 pestilentiall
                 breath
                 ,
                 her
                 murth'ring
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 slandring
                 tongue
                 which
                 goodnesse
                 doth
                 belye
                 ;
              
               
                 Her
                 whip
                 ,
                 and
                 torch
                 ,
                 and
                 crawling
                 looks
                 can
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 she
                 's
                 one
                 of
                 those
                 hags
                 that
                 came
                 from
                 hell
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 raging
                 anger
                 with
                 a
                 scarlet
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 flaming
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 feet
                 that
                 run
                 apace
              
               
               
                 To
                 shed
                 mans
                 blood
                 ,
                 who
                 for
                 a
                 harmlesse
                 word
              
               
                 Will
                 make
                 thy
                 heart
                 a
                 scabberd
                 for
                 her
                 sword
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 heart
                 is
                 alwayes
                 boyling
                 in
                 her
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whose
                 revengefull
                 thoughts
                 are
                 ne're
                 at
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 panting
                 breath
                 ,
                 the
                 trembling
                 lip
                 ,
                 the
                 eyes
              
               
                 Sparkling
                 with
                 fire
                 ,
                 the
                 grones
                 and
                 hideous
                 cryes
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 stammering
                 tongue
                 ,
                 the
                 stamping
                 foot
                 of
                 those
              
               
                 That
                 are
                 possess'd
                 with
                 these
                 infernall
                 foes
                 ,
              
               
                 May
                 let
                 us
                 see
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 there
                 's
                 so
                 much
                 ire
              
               
                 Without
                 ,
                 the
                 heart
                 within
                 is
                 set
                 on
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 By
                 that
                 sulphurious
                 torch
                 of
                 Tisiphon
                 ,
              
               
                 Kindled
                 with
                 flames
                 of
                 fiery
                 Phlegeton
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 cry
                 of
                 so
                 much
                 blood
                 shed
                 in
                 this
                 age
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 shew
                 how
                 much
                 these
                 hellish
                 monsters
                 rage
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 are
                 the
                 hellish
                 furies
                 ,
                 but
                 from
                 them
              
               
                 Swarm
                 multitudes
                 ,
                 which
                 now
                 I
                 cannot
                 name
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 pride
                 ,
                 theft
                 ,
                 lust
                 ,
                 bribes
                 ,
                 rapes
                 ,
                 ambition
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sacriledge
                 ,
                 drunkennesse
                 ,
                 oppression
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 thousands
                 more
                 which
                 I
                 cannot
                 rehearse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 could
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 put
                 in
                 verse
              
               
                 This
                 damned
                 crue
                 ;
                 these
                 furies
                 causes
                 are
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 are
                 scourg'd
                 ,
                 with
                 famine
                 ,
                 plague
                 ,
                 and
                 war
                 :
              
               
                 Famine
                 with
                 meagre
                 cheeks
                 ,
                 and
                 hollow
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Lank
                 belly
                 ,
                 feeble
                 knees
                 ,
                 and
                 withred
                 thighs
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 often
                 by
                 
                 th'Almighties
                 just
                 command
                 ,
              
               
                 Rage
                 ,
                 roare
                 ,
                 and
                 domineer
                 within
                 our
                 land
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 wasting
                 plague
                 with
                 sudden
                 unseen
                 darts
              
               
                 Invades
                 the
                 stourest
                 ,
                 and
                 assaults
                 their
                 hearts
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 a
                 secret
                 fire
                 dryes
                 up
                 the
                 bloud
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 carries
                 all
                 before
                 her
                 like
                 a
                 flood
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 often
                 doth
                 this
                 spotted
                 fury
                 rage
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 pale-fac'd
                 horrour
                 on
                 this
                 mortall
                 stage
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 makes
                 our
                 Towns
                 and
                 Cities
                 desolate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 whole
                 countries
                 too
                 depopulate
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 War
                 the
                 barbarous
                 mistresse
                 of
                 disorders
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 doth
                 she
                 rage
                 within
                 our
                 Christian
                 borders
                 ?
              
               
                 Good
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 without
                 a
                 briny
                 flood
              
               
                 Of
                 tears
                 ,
                 behold
                 the
                 losse
                 of
                 so
                 much
                 bloud
                 ?
              
               
               
                 Who
                 can
                 ,
                 but
                 such
                 whose
                 hearts
                 are
                 made
                 of
                 stones
                 ,
              
               
                 Hear
                 (
                 with
                 dry
                 eyes
                 )
                 the
                 mournfull
                 sighs
                 and
                 grones
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 screechings
                 ,
                 yellings
                 ,
                 roarings
                 of
                 all
                 ages
                 ,
              
               
                 Weltring
                 in
                 blood
                 ,
                 where
                 this
                 grim
                 monster
                 rages
                 :
              
               
                 Temples
                 profan'd
                 ,
                 maids
                 ravish'd
                 ,
                 Cities
                 raz'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 glory
                 of
                 Christs
                 kingdom
                 thus
                 defac'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 ought
                 to
                 raign
                 peace
                 and
                 tranquillity
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 love
                 ,
                 and
                 goodnesse
                 ,
                 truth
                 ,
                 and
                 civility
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Turk
                 that
                 barbarous
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 Inlarge
                 his
                 horned
                 Moon
                 by
                 our
                 discord
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 daily
                 to
                 insult
                 on
                 Christs
                 poor
                 sheep
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 things
                 would
                 make
                 a
                 Niobe
                 to
                 weep
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 turn
                 for
                 shame
                 your
                 fratricidall
                 swords
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 sides
                 of
                 those
                 proud
                 Scythian
                 Lords
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 rais'd
                 themselves
                 by
                 our
                 unhappy
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 aim
                 at
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 us
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Recover
                 once
                 again
                 your
                 ancient
                 glories
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 your
                 valour
                 Themes
                 of
                 future
                 stories
                 .
              
               
                 Alas
                 ,
                 I
                 may
                 with
                 tears
                 expresse
                 my
                 grief
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 hath
                 a
                 tongue
                 to
                 speak
                 ,
                 but
                 no
                 relief
                 :
              
               
                 Except
                 ,
                 O
                 thou
                 that
                 art
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 wars
                 ,
              
               
                 Compose
                 in
                 time
                 our
                 too
                 too
                 civill
                 jars
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 grant
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 thy
                 plagues
                 we
                 have
                 deserved
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 have
                 so
                 often
                 from
                 thy
                 precepts
                 swerved
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 of
                 thee
                 we
                 should
                 be
                 quite
                 sorlorn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 be
                 the
                 objects
                 of
                 contempt
                 and
                 scorn
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 Lord
                 ,
                 let
                 not
                 thy
                 wrath
                 for
                 ever
                 burn
                 ,
              
               
                 Remember
                 those
                 that
                 now
                 in
                 Sion
                 mourn
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 save
                 us
                 though
                 we
                 have
                 deserv'd
                 thy
                 stroke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 keep
                 us
                 from
                 the
                 proud
                 imperious
                 yoke
              
               
                 Of
                 Ottomans
                 ,
                 who
                 like
                 dogs
                 lap
                 our
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 take
                 our
                 flesh
                 like
                 Canibals
                 for
                 food
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 Lord
                 preserve
                 in
                 constant
                 union
              
               
                 The
                 little
                 world
                 of
                 this
                 our
                 Albion
                 ;
              
               
                 Inlarge
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 who
                 doth
                 inlarge
                 our
                 peace
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 his
                 glory
                 with
                 his
                 life
                 increase
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 being
                 mounted
                 on
                 the
                 wings
                 of
                 fame
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 age
                 may
                 see
                 his
                 worth
                 ,
                 the
                 next
                 admire
                 his
                 name
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           VI
           .
           F
        
         
           
             FORTUNA
             .
          
           
             SHee
             was
             the
             daughter
             of
             
               Oceanus
               ,
            
             and
             servant
             of
             the
             gods
             ,
             a
             great
             goddesse
             her self
             ,
             in
             sublunarie
             things
             ;
             but
             blinde
             ,
             and
             carried
             in
             a
             chariot
             drawn
             by
             blinde
             horses
             ,
             she
             stood
             upon
             a
             globe
             having
             the
             helme
             of
             a
             ship
             in
             one
             hand
             ,
             and
             the
             horn
             of
             plentie
             in
             the
             other
             ,
             and
             the
             heaven
             on
             her
             head
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               FOrtune
               is
               either
               an
               unexpected
               event
               ,
               or
               else
               the
               hid
               cause
               of
               that
               event
               ;
               the
               blinde
               Gentiles
               made
               her
               a
               blinde
               goddesse
               ,
               ruling
               things
               by
               her
               will
               ,
               rather
               then
               by
               counsell
               ;
               therefore
               they
               used
               to
               raile
               at
               her
               ,
               because
               she
               favoured
               bad
               men
               ,
               rather
               then
               good
               ;
               and
               called
               her
               blinde
               ,
               as
               not
               regarding
               mens
               worth
               ;
               but
               I
               think
               ,
               that
               the
               wiser
               sort
               ,
               by
               fortune
               understood
               Gods
               will
               or
               providence
               ;
               which
               the
               Poet
               
                 a
              
               calls
               omnipotent
               ,
               and
               the
               Historian
               ,
               the
               ruler
               of
               all
               things
               ;
               she
               may
               be
               called
               
                 fortuna
                 quasifortisuna
                 ,
              
               being
               only
               that
               strong
               ruler
               of
               the
               world
               ;
               she
               had
               many
               temples
               at
               
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               and
               many
               names
               ;
               she
               stood
               upon
               a
               Globe
               ,
               
               to
               shew
               her
               dominion
               of
               this
               world
               ,
               and
               the
               heaven
               on
               her
               head
               ,
               did
               shew
               that
               there
               is
               her
               begining
               ;
               the
               helm
               &
               the
               horn
               of
               plentie
               in
               her
               hands
               ,
               are
               to
               shew
               ,
               that
               the
               government
               of
               this
               world
               ,
               and
               the
               plenty
               we
               injoy
               is
               from
               this
               divine
               providence
               ;
               and
               though
               they
               called
               her
               blinde
               ,
               yet
               we
               know
               the
               contrarie
               ,
               for
               she
               is
               that
               eye
               which
               seeth
               all
               things
               ,
               and
               a
               far
               off
               ,
               and
               before
               they
               are
               ,
               as
               the
               word
               
                 providētia
              
               signifieth
               ;
               therefore
               they
               called
               her
               ,
               and
               her
               horses
               blinde
               ,
               because
               they
               were
               blinde
               themselves
               ,
               not
               being
               able
               to
               know
               the
               wonderfull
               wayes
               and
               secret
               ends
               of
               this
               providence
               ,
               why
               good
               men
               should
               here
               live
               in
               affliction
               and
               miserie
               ,
               and
               the
               wicked
               in
               honor
               and
               prosperitie
               ;
               wheras
               they
               should
               have
               known
               ,
               as
               some
               of
               the
               wiser
               men
               did
               ,
               that
               no
               miserie
               could
               befall
               a
               good
               man
               ,
               
                 a
              
               because
               every
               hard
               fortune
               doth
               either
               exercise
               ,
               amend
               ,
               or
               punish
               us
               ;
               he
               is
               miserable
               ,
               saith
               
                 Seneca
                 ,
              
               
                 b
              
               that
               never
               was
               miserable
               ;
               they
               are
               miserable
               who
               are
               becalmed
               in
               the
               Sea
               ,
               not
               they
               who
               are
               driven
               forward
               to
               their
               haven
               by
               a
               storm
               ;
               a
               surfeit
               is
               worse
               then
               hunger
               ;
               but
               see
               himself
               speaking
               excellently
               to
               this
               purpose
               ;
               therfore
               they
               had
               no
               reason
               to
               rail
               at
               Fortune
               when
               she
               crossed
               them
               ;
               for
               to
               a
               good
               man
               all
               things
               fall
               out
               for
               the
               best
               ;
               yet
               in
               good
               sence
               Gods
               providence
               may
               be
               called
               blinde
               ,
               as
               Justice
               is
               blinde
               ;
               for
               it
               respecteth
               not
               the
               excellencie
               of
               one
               creature
               above
               another
               ,
               but
               Gods
               generall
               providence
               extendeth
               it self
               to
               all
               alike
               ,
               to
               the
               worme
               as
               well
               as
               the
               Angel
               ;
               for
               as
               all
               things
               are
               equally
               subject
               to
               God
               in
               respect
               of
               casualitie
               ,
               so
               are
               they
               to
               his
               providence
               ;
               
               he
               is
               the
               preserver
               of
               man
               and
               beast
               ,
               his
               Sun
               shineth
               ,
               and
               his
               rain
               falleth
               upon
               all
               alike
               ;
               now
               the
               4
               horses
               that
               draw
               fortune
               ,
               are
               the
               four
               branches
               of
               providence
               ,
               whereby
               Gods
               love
               is
               communicated
               to
               us
               ;
               to
               wit
               ,
               creation
               ,
               preservation
               ,
               gubernation
               ,
               and
               ordination
               of
               all
               things
               to
               their
               ends
               .
               In
               that
               they
               called
               fortune
               the
               daughter
               of
               the
               Sea
               ;
               by
               this
               they
               would
               shew
               her
               instabilitie
               still
               ebbing
               and
               flowing
               like
               the
               Sea
               ;
               therefore
               they
               made
               her
               stand
               upon
               a
               wheel
               ,
               and
               she
               was
               called
               in
               a
               common
               by-word
               
                 fortuna
                 Euripus
                 ,
              
               
                 a
              
               because
               of
               the
               often
               ebbing
               and
               flowing
               therof
               ,
               I
               grant
               ,
               that
               as
               one
               and
               the
               same
               effect
               may
               be
               called
               fortune
               and
               providence
               ;
               fortune
               in
               respect
               of
               the
               particular
               cause
               ,
               but
               providence
               in
               regard
               of
               the
               first
               ,
               and
               generall
               cause
               ,
               which
               is
               God
               ;
               so
               the
               same
               may
               be
               called
               instable
               in
               respect
               of
               the
               particular
               cause
               ,
               but
               most
               stable
               in
               respect
               of
               God
               ,
               with
               whom
               there
               is
               no
               variablenesse
               ,
               nor
               shadow
               of
               turning
               ;
               though
               contingent
               causes
               produce
               contingent
               effects
               ,
               yet
               nothing
               is
               contingent
               to
               God
               ,
               for
               all
               things
               come
               to
               passe
               which
               he
               foreseeth
               ,
               and
               yet
               his
               foreknowledge
               imposeth
               no
               necessity
               on
               contingent
               things
               ,
               but
               indeed
               we
               are
               instable
               our selves
               and
               evil
               ,
               and
               we
               accuse
               fortune
               of
               instabilitie
               and
               evill
               ;
               a
               good
               man
               may
               make
               his
               fortune
               good
               ;
               
                 quisque
                 suae
                 est
                 fortunae
                 faber
                 ,
              
               I
               have
               read
               that
               in
               some
               places
               fortune
               was
               wont
               to
               be
               painted
               like
               an
               old
               woman
               ,
               having
               fire
               in
               one
               hand
               and
               water
               in
               the
               other
               ;
               which
               I
               thinke
               did
               signifie
               that
               providence
               doth
               still
               presuppose
               prudence
               ,
               wherof
               old
               age
               is
               the
               Symbol
               ,
               and
               because
               of
               
               the
               mutable
               and
               various
               effects
               of
               fortune
               ,
               she
               was
               represented
               by
               a
               woman
               ,
               the
               Symbol
               of
               mutabilitie
               ;
               but
               the
               Romans
               upon
               better
               consideration
               ,
               made
               her
               both
               male
               and
               female
               ,
               to
               shew
               ,
               that
               though
               the
               particular
               and
               secondary
               causes
               ,
               of
               fortunall
               effects
               be
               various
               and
               unconstant
               like
               women
               ,
               yet
               the
               supreme
               cause
               hath
               the
               staidnesse
               of
               a
               man
               ;
               the
               fire
               and
               water
               shews
               ,
               that
               our
               firie
               afflictions
               (
               which
               fall
               not
               without
               Gods
               providence
               ;
               )
               are
               so
               tempered
               with
               water
               of
               mercy
               ,
               that
               though
               they
               burne
               good
               men
               ,
               yet
               they
               consume
               them
               not
               ;
               as
               we
               are
               taught
               by
               
                 Moses
              
               fierie
               bush
               ,
               and
               the
               furnace
               of
               Babylon
               .
            
             
               
                 Though
                 fools
                 in
                 their
                 grosse
                 ignorance
              
               
                 Stile
                 providence
              
               
                 A
                 cruell
                 stepdame
                 ,
                 wavering
                 ,
                 blinde
                 ,
              
               
                 Light
                 as
                 the
                 winde
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 kicks
                 off
                 Princes
                 sacred
                 Crowns
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 makes
                 them
                 objects
                 of
                 her
                 frowns
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 dunghill
                 raiseth
                 drones
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 sit
                 on
                 thrones
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 flings
                 man
                 like
                 a
                 Tennis-ball
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 wall
                 to
                 wall
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 makes
                 a
                 sport
                 ,
                 to
                 raise
                 a
                 Clown
              
               
                 To
                 honour
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 kick
                 him
                 down
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 we
                 know
                 Providence
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 That
                 piercing
                 eye
              
               
                 Which
                 sees
                 and
                 orders
                 every
                 thing
              
               
                 That
                 hath
                 being
                 ;
              
               
                 Directing
                 them
                 unto
                 that
                 end
              
               
                 Which
                 God
                 Almighty
                 did
                 intend
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Who
                 blesseth
                 wicked
                 men
                 with
                 wealth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ease
                 and
                 health
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lets
                 them
                 swim
                 in
                 wine
                 and
                 oil
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 know
                 no
                 toil
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 sets
                 them
                 on
                 the
                 pinacle
              
               
                 Of
                 honour
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 spectacle
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 cuts
                 with
                 wing
                 the
                 liquid
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 for
                 the
                 fare
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 silver
                 brooks
                 and
                 lakes
                 contain
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 glassie
                 main
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 hills
                 ,
                 and
                 dales
                 ,
                 and
                 woods
                 afford
                 ,
              
               
                 Meet
                 altogether
                 on
                 their
                 board
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Whereas
                 the
                 just
                 and
                 innocent
              
               
                 Are
                 pinch'd
                 with
                 want
                 ;
              
               
                 With
                 banishment
                 ,
                 and
                 have
                 no
                 place
              
               
                 To
                 hide
                 their
                 face
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Fox
                 hath
                 holes
                 ,
                 the
                 Bird
                 a
                 nest
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 good
                 men
                 know
                 not
                 where
                 to
                 rest
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Much
                 hunted
                 like
                 the
                 Pelican
              
               
                 By
                 wicked
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 the
                 Turtle
                 sit
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 their
                 mone
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 the
                 Owl
                 with
                 groning
                 strain
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 God
                 of
                 all
                 their
                 wrongs
                 complain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 though
                 the
                 good
                 mans
                 portion
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 whipping
                 cheer
                 ;
              
               
                 Though
                 bad
                 men
                 surfeit
                 with
                 excesse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 possesse
              
               
                 Their
                 hearts
                 can
                 wish
                 ;
                 yet
                 we
                 from
                 hence
              
               
                 Must
                 not
                 deny
                 Gods
                 Providence
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 he
                 hath
                 plac'd
                 these
                 men
                 upon
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 slipp'ry
                 stone
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Where
                 they
                 shall
                 quickly
                 slide
                 and
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 perish
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 life
                 shall
                 vanish
                 like
                 a
                 dream
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 glory
                 shall
                 conclude
                 in
                 shame
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 There
                 vain
                 imaginary
                 joyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fruitlesse
                 toyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 clouds
                 and
                 smoke
                 shall
                 flye
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 their
                 day
              
               
                 Shall
                 end
                 in
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 none
                 shall
                 know
              
               
                 The
                 place
                 where
                 these
                 green
                 bayes
                 did
                 grow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 why
                 should
                 we
                 our selves
                 displease
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 look
                 on
                 these
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 t'
                 envie
                 such
                 prosperity
              
               
                 Which
                 soon
                 shall
                 dye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 end
                 in
                 woe
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 be
                 seen
              
               
                 No
                 more
                 then
                 if
                 it
                 had
                 not
                 been
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 wealth
                 we
                 see
                 ,
                 and
                 worldly
                 state
              
               
                 Is
                 but
                 a
                 bait
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 bad
                 mans
                 Table
                 's
                 but
                 a
                 snare
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 his
                 share
              
               
                 Of
                 earth
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 heap
                 of
                 sand
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 his
                 building
                 cannot
                 stand
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 as
                 the
                 fire
                 refines
                 the
                 gold
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 the
                 cold
              
               
                 Revives
                 the
                 fire
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 in
                 frost
              
               
                 The
                 stars
                 shine
                 most
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 the
                 palm
                 lifts
                 up
                 his
                 crest
              
               
                 The
                 higher
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 opprest
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 crosses
                 and
                 affliction
              
               
                 Which
                 fall
                 upon
              
               
                 The
                 just
                 ,
                 makes
                 not
                 their
                 faith
                 to
                 fail
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 courage
                 quail
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Who
                 shine
                 ,
                 burn
                 ,
                 sparkle
                 ,
                 fructifie
              
               
                 As
                 gold
                 ,
                 fire
                 ,
                 stars
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 palm
                 tree
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 'le
                 rather
                 have
                 a
                 blustring
                 gale
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 swelling
                 sail
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 lye
                 becalmed
                 in
                 the
                 main
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ne're
                 attain
              
               
                 My
                 wished
                 port
                 ;
                 O
                 let
                 the
                 blast
              
               
                 Of
                 troubles
                 drive
                 me
                 home
                 at
                 last
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 tree
                 is
                 strong
                 and
                 firmly
                 fixt
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 perplext
              
               
                 With
                 frequent
                 storms
                 ,
                 which
                 when
                 they
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 roots
                 below
              
               
                 Take
                 deeper
                 hold
                 ;
                 O
                 if
                 I
                 were
              
               
                 Strong
                 as
                 this
                 tree
                 my
                 storms
                 to
                 bear
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 idle
                 sword
                 breeds
                 rust
                 ,
                 the
                 cloth
              
               
                 Begets
                 the
                 moth
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 worm
                 ;
                 the
                 standing
                 water
                 dyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 putrifies
                 :
              
               
                 We
                 first
                 must
                 tread
                 the
                 Camomell
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 it
                 will
                 afford
                 no
                 smell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Pilots
                 skill
                 how
                 can
                 we
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 Tempests
                 blow
                 ?
              
               
                 How
                 is
                 that
                 Souldiers
                 valour
                 seen
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 ne're
                 had
                 been
              
               
                 In
                 fight
                 ;
                 they
                 scarse
                 stout
                 Souldiers
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 have
                 no
                 wound
                 to
                 shew
                 ,
                 nor
                 scar
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Those
                 Souldiers
                 which
                 the
                 Generall
              
               
                 Culls
                 out
                 of
                 all
              
               
                 His
                 army
                 ,
                 to
                 attempt
                 some
                 great
              
               
                 And
                 brave
                 exploit
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 those
                 sure
                 whom
                 he
                 means
                 to
                 grace
              
               
                 With
                 honour
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 higher
                 place
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Except
                 we
                 fight
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 crown
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 no
                 renown
                 ;
              
               
                 Unlesse
                 we
                 sweat
                 in
                 the
                 vineyard
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 no
                 reward
                 :
              
               
                 Unlesse
                 we
                 climb
                 Mount
                 Calvary
                 ,
              
               
                 Mount
                 Olivet
                 we
                 shall
                 not
                 see
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 God
                 loves
                 his
                 sons
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 corrects
              
               
                 Whom
                 he
                 respects
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whips
                 them
                 when
                 they
                 gad
                 and
                 roame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 brings
                 them
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fits
                 them
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 may
                 advance
              
               
                 Them
                 to
                 their
                 due
                 inheritance
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Sick
                 men
                 ,
                 although
                 against
                 their
                 wills
                 ,
              
               
                 Take
                 bitter
                 pills
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 their
                 Feaver
                 ,
                 think
                 it
                 good
              
               
                 To
                 part
                 with
                 blood
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 fire
                 and
                 lance
                 they
                 can
                 indure
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 for
                 an
                 uncertain
                 cure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 whom
                 God
                 means
                 shall
                 bear
                 his
                 blows
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 hardneth
                 those
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 wrestleth
                 with
                 these
                 sons
                 of
                 his
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 he
                 will
                 blesse
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 Jacob
                 if
                 he
                 make
                 thee
                 lame
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 'l
                 blesse
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 inlarge
                 thy
                 name
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 If
                 in
                 the
                 Sea
                 God
                 makes
                 our
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 must
                 obey
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 follow
                 Moses
                 leading
                 wand
              
               
                 To
                 Jacobs
                 land
                 ;
              
               
                 Through
                 seas
                 of
                 blood
                 we
                 must
                 all
                 passe
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 land
                 of
                 happinesse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 We
                 must
                 drink
                 vineger
                 and
                 gall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tears
                 withall
                 ;
              
               
               
                 With
                 whips
                 ,
                 nails
                 ,
                 spears
                 we
                 must
                 be
                 torn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Crowns
                 of
                 thorn
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 this
                 with
                 Christ
                 we
                 must
                 sustain
                 ,
              
               
                 Before
                 that
                 we
                 with
                 Christ
                 can
                 raign
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 ,
                 if
                 this
                 be
                 thy
                 Providence
                 ,
              
               
                 Teach
                 me
                 from
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 I
                 may
                 patiently
                 drink
                 up
              
               
                 That
                 deadly
                 cup
              
               
                 Which
                 thy
                 Son
                 drank
                 ;
                 help
                 me
                 to
                 bear
              
               
                 His
                 crosse
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 his
                 Crown
                 may
                 weare
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 thou
                 correct'st
                 me
                 ,
                 quench
                 the
                 fire
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 just
                 ire
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 mercies
                 water
                 in
                 thy
                 hand
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 thy
                 wand
              
               
                 Divide
                 the
                 Sea
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 go
              
               
                 Where
                 milk
                 and
                 honey
                 still
                 doth
                 flow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 If
                 in
                 a
                 flaming
                 chariot
                 I
              
               
                 To
                 heaven
                 must
                 hye
                 ;
              
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 that
                 flame
                 refine
                 me
                 ,
                 but
              
               
                 Consume
                 me
                 not
                 :
              
               
                 Guide
                 thou
                 the
                 coach
                 through
                 all
                 the
                 nine
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 rowling
                 arches
                 chrystalline
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           CHAP.
           VII
           .
           G
        
         
           
             GANIMEDES
             .
          
           
             HE
             was
             the
             King
             of
             
               Troys
            
             son
             ,
             who
             whilst
             he
             was
             hunting
             ,
             was
             caught
             up
             to
             heaven
             by
             an
             Eagle
             ,
             
               Iupiters
            
             bird
             ;
             and
             because
             of
             his
             extraordinary
             beautie
             ,
             
               Iupiter
            
             made
             him
             his
             Cup-bearer
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 GAnimedes
                 ,
              
               is
               one
               that
               delights
               in
               
                 a
              
               divine
               counsell
               or
               wisdom
               ;
               and
               wisdom
               is
               the
               true
               beautie
               of
               the
               minde
               ,
               wherin
               God
               takes
               pleasure
               .
               2.
               
               Every
               Eagle
               is
               not
               
                 Iupiters
              
               bird
               ,
               as
               
                 Aelian
              
               observeth
               ,
               but
               that
               onely
               which
               abstains
               from
               flesh
               ,
               and
               rapine
               ;
               and
               that
               was
               the
               bird
               that
               caught
               up
               
                 Ganimedes
                 ;
              
               so
               fleshly
               mindes
               ,
               and
               thoughts
               set
               upon
               rapine
               and
               carnall
               pleasures
               ,
               are
               not
               fit
               to
               serve
               God
               ,
               nor
               to
               carrie
               the
               soul
               up
               to
               heaven
               .
               3.
               
               The
               quick-sighted
               Eagle
               ,
               is
               divine
               contemplation
               or
               meditation
               ,
               by
               which
               
                 Ganimedes
                 ,
              
               the
               soul
               is
               caught
               up
               to
               heaven
               .
               4
               When
               by
               holy
               raptures
               ,
               we
               are
               carried
               up
               to
               heaven
               ,
               the
               best
               Nectar
               that
               we
               can
               power
               out
               to
               God
               ,
               is
               the
               teares
               
               of
               repentance
               ,
               and
               of
               a
               broken
               heart
               .
               5.
               
               
                 Ganimedes
              
               was
               caught
               up
               by
               one
               Eagle
               only
               ;
               but
               if
               we
               have
               the
               true
               inward
               beauty
               of
               the
               minde
               ,
               we
               shall
               be
               caught
               up
               in
               the
               air
               by
               Legions
               of
               Angels
               ,
               to
               meet
               the
               Lord
               ,
               and
               shall
               for
               ever
               serve
               him
               ,
               at
               his
               table
               in
               the
               Kingdom
               of
               heaven
               .
               6.
               
               I
               wish
               that
               the
               Roman
               Eagle
               would
               not
               delight
               so
               much
               in
               rapine
               and
               mans
               flesh
               ,
               as
               he
               doth
               ;
               but
               rather
               endeavour
               to
               be
               carried
               up
               to
               heaven
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               o
               their
               ancient
               dignity
               ,
               the
               decayed
               and
               ruinated
               parts
               of
               the
               Empire
               .
               7.
               
               As
               the
               Eagle
               caught
               up
               
                 Ganimedes
                 ,
              
               so
               the
               wings
               of
               a
               great
               Eagle
               were
               given
               to
               the
               woman
               ,
               
                 Revel.
              
               12.
               to
               carry
               her
               from
               the
               Dragons
               persecution
               ;
               the
               great
               Eagle
               was
               the
               Roman
               Empire
               ,
               whereof
               
                 Constantine
              
               was
               the
               head
               ,
               by
               whose
               power
               and
               help
               the
               Church
               was
               supported
               .
               8.
               
               Our
               Saviour
               Christ
               is
               the
               true
               
                 Ganimedes
                 ,
              
               the
               son
               of
               the
               great
               King
               ,
               the
               fairest
               among
               the
               sons
               of
               men
               ,
               the
               wisdom
               and
               counsell
               of
               the
               father
               ,
               in
               whom
               God
               delighted
               ,
               and
               was
               well
               pleased
               ,
               who
               by
               the
               power
               ,
               and
               on
               the
               wings
               of
               his
               Divinity
               ,
               was
               caught
               up
               to
               heaven
               ,
               where
               he
               is
               powring
               out
               his
               prayers
               and
               merits
               before
               God
               for
               us
               ;
               and
               like
               
                 Aquarius
              
               (
               to
               which
               
                 Ganimedes
              
               was
               converted
               )
               is
               powring
               down
               the
               plentifull
               showers
               of
               his
               grace
               upon
               us
               .
               9.
               
               
                 Vespasian
              
               set
               up
               the
               image
               of
               
                 Iupiter
              
               and
               
                 Ganimedes
                 ,
              
               caught
               by
               the
               Eagle
               in
               the
               Temple
               of
               peace
               ;
               so
               the
               image
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               heavenly
               raptures
               ,
               are
               found
               in
               that
               soul
               wherein
               is
               the
               peace
               of
               conscience
               .
               10.
               
               As
               the
               Eagle
               carried
               
                 Ganimedes
                 ,
              
               so
               
                 Moses
              
               compareth
               God
               to
               an
               Eagle
               ,
               who
               carried
               the
               Israelites
               on
               his
               wings
               through
               the
               desert
               ;
               and
               S.
               
                 Ambrose
              
               saith
               ,
               that
               
               
                 a
              
               Christ
               is
               the
               Eagle
               who
               hath
               caught
               man
               from
               the
               jaws
               of
               Hell
               ,
               and
               hath
               carried
               him
               up
               to
               heaven
               .
            
             
               
                 God
                 is
                 a
                 substance
                 immateriall
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 love
                 is
                 not
                 like
                 ours
                 ;
                 we
                 dote
                 upon
              
               
                 The
                 peeling
                 ,
                 shell
                 ,
                 and
                 outward
                 fashion
              
               
                 Of
                 things
                 ,
                 but
                 Gods
                 love
                 is
                 spirituall
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 inward
                 beauty
                 he
                 affects
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 outward
                 vanity
                 rejects
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 pleasing
                 look
                 ,
                 a
                 velvet
                 skin
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 toyes
                 he
                 takes
                 no
                 pleasure
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 Did
                 Roses
                 in
                 our
                 cheeks
                 ,
                 and
                 Lillies
                 dwell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 were
                 our
                 dangling
                 tresses
                 gold
                 ,
                 our
                 eyes
              
               
                 Like
                 twinkling
                 Tapers
                 in
                 the
                 rowling
                 skies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 our
                 breath
                 like
                 fragrant
                 gardens
                 smell
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 if
                 we
                 be
                 not
                 fair
                 within
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 our
                 souls
                 be
                 stain'd
                 with
                 sin
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 our
                 outward
                 form
                 ,
                 we
                 are
              
               
                 But
                 like
                 the
                 painted
                 Sepulchre
                 .
              
               
                 Although
                 our
                 lips
                 were
                 like
                 a
                 Chrystall
                 spring
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 which
                 flow
                 streams
                 of
                 sweetest
                 Eloquence
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 ravisheth
                 the
                 heart
                 ,
                 and
                 charms
                 the
                 sence
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 our
                 tongues
                 could
                 like
                 a
                 Cymball
                 ring
                 :
              
               
                 Yea
                 ,
                 though
                 the
                 richest
                 Magazine
              
               
                 Of
                 graces
                 could
                 in
                 us
                 be
                 seen
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 if
                 within
                 we
                 be
                 but
                 fair
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 will
                 not
                 for
                 our
                 outside
                 care
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 fairest
                 Ganymede
                 ,
                 whose
                 minde
              
               
                 Is
                 pure
                 and
                 fair
                 ,
                 whose
                 heart
                 is
                 white
                 as
                 snow
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 thoughts
                 in
                 whitenesse
                 doth
                 the
                 Swans
                 out-go
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 life
                 is
                 bright
                 as
                 gold
                 that
                 is
                 refin'd
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 who
                 hath
                 these
                 perfections
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 flye
                 on
                 Eagles
                 pinions
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shall
                 be
                 mounted
                 far
                 above
              
               
                 All
                 earthly
                 things
                 to
                 serve
                 great
                 Jove
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Christ
                 is
                 he
                 whose
                 beauty
                 far
                 excells
              
               
                 The
                 fading
                 beauty
                 of
                 our
                 humane
                 race
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 from
                 whose
                 lips
                 flow
                 silver
                 streams
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 whom
                 all
                 goodnesse
                 and
                 perfection
                 dwels
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 a
                 harmlesse
                 spotlesse
                 Dove
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Center
                 of
                 his
                 Fathers
                 love
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 object
                 of
                 my
                 chief
                 desires
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 in
                 whom
                 my
                 soul
                 respires
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 on
                 the
                 wing
                 of
                 his
                 Divinity
              
               
                 Was
                 elevated
                 far
                 above
                 our
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 inhabits
                 that
                 eternall
                 light
              
               
                 Which
                 with
                 our
                 mortall
                 eyes
                 we
                 cannot
                 see
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 Nectar
                 of
                 his
                 merit
                 pow'rs
              
               
                 Before
                 his
                 Father
                 ,
                 and
                 down
                 show'rs
              
               
                 On
                 us
                 his
                 graces
                 from
                 above
                 ,
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 bottles
                 of
                 his
                 love
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 if
                 some
                 cloud-dividing
                 Eagle
                 would
              
               
                 Under
                 my
                 feet
                 spread
                 forth
                 his
                 airy
                 wings
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 lift
                 my
                 minde
                 from
                 these
                 inferiour
                 things
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 my
                 God
                 in
                 glory
                 might
                 behold
                 :
              
               
                 Lord
                 let
                 my
                 prayer
                 pierce
                 the
                 skies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 bottles
                 of
                 mine
                 eyes
              
               
                 Receive
                 the
                 Nectar
                 of
                 my
                 tears
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 drink
                 them
                 with
                 thy
                 gracious
                 ears
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 if
                 I
                 could
                 with
                 Eagles
                 pinions
                 cleave
              
               
                 The
                 highest
                 clouds
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 their
                 piercing
                 eye
              
               
                 Could
                 my
                 Redeemer
                 in
                 his
                 glory
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 Triumphing
                 over
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 o're
                 the
                 grave
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 the
                 Eagles
                 do
                 repair
              
               
                 To
                 places
                 where
                 dead
                 bodies
                 are
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 where
                 thy
                 flesh
                 is
                 ,
                 Lord
                 let
                 me
              
               
                 Resort
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 feed
                 on
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 my
                 soul
                 shall
                 leave
                 this
                 house
                 of
                 clay
                 ,
              
               
                 Command
                 thy
                 winged
                 Messengers
                 (
                 who
                 still
              
               
                 Are
                 ready
                 to
                 obey
                 thy
                 blessed
                 will
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 my
                 soul-supporters
                 in
                 that
                 day
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 Resurrection
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 soul
                 and
                 body
                 meets
                 in
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 them
                 uphold
                 me
                 then
                 and
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 I
                 shall
                 meet
                 thee
                 in
                 the
                 air
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             GENII
             .
          
           
             THese
             were
             the
             sons
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Terra
            
             in
             shape
             like
             men
             ,
             but
             of
             an
             uncertain
             sex
             ,
             every
             man
             had
             two
             from
             his
             nativitie
             waiting
             on
             him
             ,
             till
             his
             death
             ;
             the
             one
             whereof
             was
             a
             good
             
               Genius
               ,
            
             the
             other
             a
             bad
             ;
             the
             good
             ones
             by
             some
             are
             called
             
               Lares
               ,
            
             the
             bad
             
               Lemures
               ;
            
             and
             by
             
               Tertullian
               ,
            
             and
             his
             Commentator
             
               Pamelius
            
             they
             are
             all
             one
             with
             the
             
               Daemones
               ;
            
             they
             were
             worshipped
             in
             the
             forme
             of
             Serpents
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 GEnius
                 a
                 gignendo
                 ,
              
               for
               by
               them
               we
               are
               ingenerated
               ;
               and
               so
               whatsoever
               is
               the
               cause
               or
               help
               of
               our
               generation
               ,
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Genius
                 ;
              
               thus
               the
               elements
               ,
               the
               heavens
               ,
               the
               stars
               ,
               nature
               ,
               yea
               the
               God
               of
               nature
               in
               whom
               we
               live
               ,
               move
               ,
               and
               have
               our
               being
               ,
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Genii
                 ;
              
               in
               a
               large
               sence
               ,
               and
               
                 Genii
                 quasi
                 Geruli
                 ,
                 a
                 gerendo
                 vel
                 ingerendo
                 ,
              
               from
               supporting
               us
               ,
               or
               from
               suggesting
               good
               &
               bad
               thoughts
               into
               the
               mind
               ;
               therfore
               
                 gerulofiguli
              
               in
               
                 Plautus
                 ,
              
               is
               a
               
                 a
              
               suggestor
               of
               lyes
               ,
               and
               so
               by
               these
               
                 Genii
              
               may
               be
               understood
               ,
               the
               good
               and
               bad
               Angels
               which
               still
               accompanie
               us
               ,
               and
               by
               inward
               suggestion
               stir
               us
               up
               to
               good
               or
               evill
               actions
               .
               The
               form
               of
               Serpents
               ,
               in
               which
               the
               
                 b
              
               
                 Geni
              
               were
               worshipped
               ,
               doth
               shew
               the
               wise
               and
               vigilant
               care
               ,
               which
               the
               Angels
               have
               over
               us
               ;
               when
               after
               this
               life
               they
               punish
               us
               for
               sins
               ,
               they
               are
               called
               
                 c
              
               
                 Manes
              
               
               Therefore
               the
               
                 Genii
              
               were
               painted
               with
               a
               platter
               full
               of
               flowers
               and
               garlands
               in
               one
               hand
               ,
               and
               a
               whip
               in
               the
               other
               ;
               to
               shew
               that
               they
               have
               power
               both
               to
               reward
               &
               punish
               us
               .
               They
               have
               oftentimes
               appeared
               in
               the
               forme
               of
               men
               ,
               therefore
               they
               are
               painted
               like
               men
               ,
               but
               they
               have
               no
               sex
               ,
               nor
               do
               they
               procreate
               ;
               for
               which
               cause
               perhaps
               the
               fruitfull
               Palm
               tree
               was
               dedicated
               to
               them
               ,
               with
               which
               also
               they
               were
               crowned
               ;
               &
               because
               they
               were
               held
               of
               a
               middle
               kind
               ,
               between
               Gods
               and
               men
               ,
               they
               were
               called
               the
               sons
               of
               
                 Iupiter
              
               and
               earth
               ;
               or
               rather
               in
               reference
               to
               
                 Plato's
              
               opinion
               ,
               which
               held
               Angels
               to
               be
               corporeall
               ;
               our
               souls
               also
               are
               
                 Genii
                 ,
              
               which
               from
               our
               birth
               to
               our
               death
               ,
               do
               accompanie
               our
               bodies
               ;
               every
               mans
               desire
               and
               inclination
               may
               be
               called
               his
               
                 Genius
                 ,
              
               to
               which
               it
               seemes
               the
               Poet
               alluded
               saying
               ,
               
                 an
                 sua
                 cuique
                 deus
                 fit
                 dira
                 cupido
                 ,
              
               and
               perhaps
               
                 Aristotles
                 intellectus
                 agens
                 ,
              
               is
               all
               one
               with
               
                 Plato's
                 Genius
                 ,
              
               for
               without
               this
               we
               have
               no
               knowledge
               ;
               because
               the
               passive
               intellect
               depends
               in
               knowledge
               ,
               from
               the
               active
               ,
               in
               receiving
               the
               species
               from
               it
               ;
               which
               by
               the
               active
               intellect
               is
               abstracted
               from
               time
               ,
               place
               ,
               and
               other
               conditions
               of
               singularitie
               ;
               and
               this
               is
               all
               one
               ,
               as
               if
               we
               should
               say
               we
               receive
               no
               information
               of
               good
               or
               evill
               ,
               but
               from
               our
               
                 Genius
                 ;
              
               and
               as
               the
               Gentiles
               beleeved
               the
               stars
               to
               be
               
                 Genii
                 ,
              
               so
               the
               Jews
               thought
               them
               to
               be
               Angels
               ,
               and
               that
               they
               were
               living
               creatures
               ,
               therefore
               they
               worshipded
               them
               ,
               called
               them
               the
               hoast
               of
               heaven
               ;
               but
               indeed
               Christ
               is
               our
               true
               
                 Genius
                 ,
              
               the
               great
               Angel
               who
               hath
               preserved
               and
               guarded
               us
               from
               our
               youth
               ,
               by
               whom
               we
               are
               both
               generated
               &
               regenerated
               ,
               the
               brasen
               Serpent
               ;
               
               from
               whom
               we
               have
               all
               knowledge
               ,
               who
               alone
               hath
               power
               to
               reward
               and
               punish
               us
               ;
               who
               appeared
               in
               the
               forme
               of
               man
               ;
               and
               in
               respect
               of
               his
               2
               natures
               was
               the
               son
               of
               
                 Iupiter
              
               and
               
                 Terra
                 ,
              
               of
               God
               and
               earth
               ;
               and
               who
               will
               never
               forsake
               us
               ,
               as
               
                 Socrates
              
               his
               
                 Genius
              
               did
               him
               at
               last
               ;
               who
               came
               not
               to
               affright
               us
               ,
               or
               to
               bring
               us
               the
               message
               of
               death
               ,
               as
               
                 Brutus
              
               his
               
                 Genius
              
               did
               to
               him
               ;
               but
               to
               comfort
               us
               ,
               and
               to
               assure
               of
               eternall
               life
               ;
               let
               us
               then
               offer
               to
               him
               the
               sacrifice
               not
               of
               blood
               ,
               crueltie
               ,
               or
               oppression
               ;
               which
               the
               Gentiles
               would
               not
               offer
               to
               their
               
                 Genius
                 ,
              
               thinking
               it
               unfit
               ,
               to
               take
               away
               the
               life
               of
               any
               creature
               that
               day
               ,
               in
               which
               they
               had
               received
               life
               themselves
               ;
               but
               let
               us
               offer
               the
               wine
               of
               a
               good
               life
               ,
               and
               the
               sweet
               fumes
               of
               our
               prayer
               ;
               
                 a
              
               and
               let
               us
               not
               offend
               this
               our
               
                 Genius
                 ,
              
               or
               deprive
               him
               of
               his
               due
               ;
               but
               make
               much
               of
               him
               ,
               by
               a
               holy
               life
               ;
               and
               though
               the
               Gentiles
               assigned
               unto
               every
               man
               his
               
                 Genius
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Iuno
              
               to
               the
               women
               ;
               yea
               we
               know
               that
               Christ
               is
               the
               Saviour
               and
               keeper
               both
               of
               men
               and
               women
               ,
               &
               that
               with
               him
               there
               is
               no
               difference
               of
               sex
               .
            
             
               
                 To
                 what
                 high
                 dignity
                 and
                 place
              
               
                 Hath
                 God
                 advanc'd
                 our
                 humane
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 whose
                 beak
                 and
                 command
              
               
                 He
                 did
                 subdue
                 all
                 things
                 that
                 creep
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 flye
                 within
                 the
                 air
                 and
                 deep
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 move
                 upon
                 dry
                 land
                 .
              
               
                 Besides
                 ,
                 heavens
                 blessed
                 Harbingers
                 ,
              
               
                 Gods
                 nimble-winged
                 Meslengers
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 with
                 a
                 watchfull
                 eye
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 appointment
                 to
                 defend
              
               
                 Us
                 from
                 all
                 hurt
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 attend
              
               
               
                 On
                 us
                 continually
                 .
              
               
                 Lord
                 send
                 to
                 me
                 these
                 winged
                 Posts
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 guard
                 me
                 with
                 these
                 heavenly
                 hoasts
              
               
                 From
                 Satans
                 pollicies
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 them
                 with
                 their
                 shady
                 wings
              
               
                 Protect
                 me
                 from
                 all
                 hurtfull
                 things
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 mine
                 enemies
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 this
                 hoste
                 in
                 squadrons
                 flye
              
               
                 Before
                 me
                 ;
                 Lord
                 unclose
                 mine
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 see
                 my
                 guard
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 with
                 their
                 Tents
                 they
                 me
                 inclose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 they
                 fight
                 against
                 my
                 foes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 keep
                 their
                 watch
                 and
                 ward
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 these
                 be
                 my
                 Tutors
                 to
              
               
                 Instruct
                 my
                 minde
                 ,
                 what
                 it
                 must
                 do
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 it
                 must
                 obey
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 by
                 these
                 sacred
                 Pursuvants
              
               
                 Shew
                 me
                 thy
                 just
                 commandements
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 guide
                 me
                 in
                 my
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 these
                 comforters
                 asswage
              
               
                 The
                 pains
                 of
                 this
                 my
                 pilgrimage
              
               
                 In
                 my
                 last
                 agony
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 these
                 swift-winged
                 Legions
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 all
                 the
                 starry
                 regions
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 accompany
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 the
                 trump
                 Angelicall
              
               
                 Shall
                 sound
                 ,
                 which
                 must
                 awake
                 us
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 raise
                 us
                 from
                 our
                 dust
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 these
                 intelligences
                 bring
              
               
                 Me
                 to
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 my
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 place
                 me
                 with
                 the
                 just
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 thou
                 great
                 Angel
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 still
              
               
                 Been
                 my
                 protector
                 from
                 all
                 ill
                 ,
              
               
                 Even
                 from
                 mine
                 infancie
                 :
              
               
                 Whom
                 winged
                 Heralds
                 all
                 adore
              
               
                 With
                 covered
                 face
                 ,
                 be
                 evermore
              
               
                 A
                 God
                 and
                 guide
                 to
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 help
                 I
                 did
                 depend
                 upon
              
               
               
                 When
                 I
                 was
                 but
                 an
                 Embryon
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 took'st
                 the
                 charge
                 of
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 I
                 suck't
                 my
                 mothers
                 brest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ever
                 since
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 profest
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 my
                 God
                 wilt
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 let
                 me
                 not
                 go
                 then
                 astray
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 with
                 my
                 sins
                 drive
                 thee
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 misbehaviour
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 as
                 thou
                 hast
                 been
                 still
                 to
                 me
              
               
                 A
                 Guardian
                 ,
                 so
                 cease
                 not
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 My
                 God
                 and
                 Saviour
                 .
              
               
                 Inspire
                 me
                 with
                 thy
                 good
                 motions
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 with
                 my
                 best
                 devotions
              
               
                 I
                 may
                 thee
                 feed
                 and
                 feast
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 prepar'd
                 the
                 sweet
                 incense
              
               
                 Of
                 prayers
                 ,
                 and
                 wine
                 of
                 innocence
                 ;
              
               
                 Come
                 then
                 and
                 be
                 my
                 guest
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             GIGANTES
             .
          
           
             
               GIants
            
             were
             hairie
             ,
             and
             snakie
             footed
             men
             of
             a
             huge
             stature
             ,
             begot
             of
             the
             blood
             of
             
               Caelus
               ,
            
             and
             had
             earth
             for
             their
             mother
             ;
             they
             made
             war
             against
             
               Iupiter
               ,
            
             but
             were
             overcome
             at
             last
             by
             the
             helpe
             of
             
               Pallas
               ,
               Hercules
               ,
               Bacchus
               ,
            
             and
             
               Pan
               ;
            
             and
             were
             shot
             through
             by
             
               Apollo's
            
             and
             
               Diana's
            
             arrows
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               IF
               by
               Gyants
               we
               understand
               winds
               and
               vapors
               ,
               they
               have
               the
               Earth
               for
               their
               mother
               ,
               and
               Heaven
               for
               their
               father
               ;
               they
               are
               bred
               in
               the
               belly
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
               &
               are
               begot
               of
               the
               raine
               ,
               which
               may
               be
               called
               the
               blood
               of
               heaven
               ;
               they
               may
               be
               sayd
               to
               war
               against
               
                 Iupiter
                 ;
              
               
               when
               they
               trouble
               the
               air
               ;
               and
               they
               were
               shot
               with
               
                 Apollo's
              
               and
               
                 Diana's
              
               arrows
               :
               when
               the
               beames
               and
               influence
               of
               the
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               do
               appease
               and
               exhaust
               them
               .
               2.
               
               Notorious
               prophane
               men
               are
               Gyants
               ,
               and
               are
               begot
               of
               blood
               ;
               to
               shew
               their
               cruell
               dispositions
               ;
               and
               of
               earth
               because
               they
               are
               earthly
               minded
               :
               their
               hairie
               bodyes
               and
               snakie
               feet
               ,
               do
               shew
               their
               rough
               ,
               savage
               ,
               and
               cunning
               disposition
               ;
               they
               war
               against
               
                 Iupiter
                 ,
              
               when
               they
               rebell
               against
               God
               with
               their
               wicked
               lives
               ;
               but
               
                 Hercules
              
               and
               
                 Pallas
                 ,
              
               strength
               and
               wisdom
               overcome
               and
               subdue
               such
               monsters
               ;
               and
               oftentimes
               they
               are
               overthrown
               by
               
                 Bacchus
              
               and
               
                 Pan
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               by
               wine
               and
               musick
               ;
               drunkennesse
               and
               pleasure
               ,
               at
               last
               prove
               the
               bane
               of
               these
               Gyants
               .
               3.
               
               Rebellious
               
                 Catelins
                 ,
              
               who
               oppose
               authoritie
               ,
               are
               harie
               snakie
               footed
               Gyants
               ,
               of
               a
               sanguinarie
               and
               cunning
               disposition
               ,
               warring
               against
               Magistrates
               ;
               which
               are
               Gods
               ;
               but
               at
               last
               come
               to
               a
               fearfull
               end
               .
               4.
               
               
                 Arius
                 ,
              
               and
               all
               such
               as
               appose
               the
               divinitie
               of
               Christ
               ,
               are
               like
               these
               Gyants
               warring
               against
               God
               ;
               but
               are
               overthrown
               with
               the
               thunder
               and
               arrows
               of
               Gods
               word
               .
               5.
               
               Let
               us
               take
               heed
               as
               S.
               
                 Ambrose
              
               
                 a
              
               exhorts
               us
               ,
               that
               we
               be
               not
               like
               these
               Gyants
               ,
               earthly
               minded
               ,
               pampering
               our
               flesh
               ,
               and
               neglecting
               the
               welfare
               of
               our
               soules
               ;
               and
               
                 b
              
               so
               fall
               into
               contempt
               of
               God
               and
               his
               ordinances
               ;
               if
               we
               doat
               too
               much
               on
               earth
               ,
               wee
               shew
               that
               she
               is
               our
               mother
               ;
               and
               that
               she
               is
               too
               much
               predominant
               in
               us
               ;
               if
               we
               think
               to
               attain
               heaven
               ,
               and
               yet
               continue
               in
               sin
               and
               pleasure
               ;
               we
               mount
               our selves
               upon
               ambitious
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               do
               with
               the
               Gyants
               
                 imponere
              
               
               
                 Pelion
                 Ossae
                 ,
              
               climbe
               up
               on
               those
               high
               conceipts
               ,
               to
               pull
               God
               out
               of
               His
               Throne
               .
            
             
               
                 O
                 how
                 the
                 serpent-footed
                 Giants
                 are
              
               
                 Increased
                 every where
                 ,
              
               
                 Opposing
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 his
                 Ordinances
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 high
                 pitch'd
                 fancies
              
               
                 Scale
                 heaven
                 ,
                 and
                 fain
                 would
                 pull
                 the
                 holy
                 one
              
               
                 Down
                 from
                 his
                 Chrystall
                 throne
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 study
                 to
                 intrap
                 and
                 circumvent
              
               
                 The
                 just
                 and
                 innocent
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 chief
                 delight
                 is
                 in
                 rebellion
                 ,
              
               
                 Rapine
                 ,
                 oppression
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 hunt
                 ,
                 and
                 vex
                 ,
                 and
                 persecute
                 the
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 shed
                 and
                 drink
                 their
                 blood
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 rent
                 the
                 Church
                 of
                 Chtist
                 with
                 Heresies
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 belch
                 out
                 blasphemies
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 son
                 of
                 that
                 fair
                 mother-maid
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 whom
                 the
                 world
                 was
                 made
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 lodg'd
                 within
                 that
                 maiden-cherubin
              
               
                 Nine
                 moneths
                 to
                 purge
                 our
                 sin
                 ;
              
               
                 From
                 whose
                 mouth
                 issues
                 out
                 the
                 two-edg'd
                 sword
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 unconquered
                 word
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 which
                 he
                 will
                 cut
                 off
                 ,
                 and
                 quite
                 subdue
              
               
                 That
                 proud
                 and
                 barbarous
                 crue
                 ;
              
               
                 Great
                 master-Gunner
                 of
                 heavens
                 Ordinance
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 makes
                 thy
                 lightnings
                 glance
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shakes
                 earths
                 pillars
                 with
                 loud
                 roaring
                 thunders
                 :
              
               
                 Great
                 Architect
                 of
                 wonders
                 ,
              
               
                 Fling
                 down
                 thy
                 thunder-bolts
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 thy
                 darts
              
               
                 Pierce
                 all
                 the
                 Giants
                 hearts
              
               
                 Which
                 would
                 subvert
                 our
                 Church
                 ,
                 and
                 State
                 ,
                 and
                 King
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 to
                 ruine
                 bring
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 sorrow
                 at
                 the
                 peace
                 and
                 union
              
               
                 Of
                 happy
                 Albion
                 .
              
               
                 Support
                 me
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 fall
                 from
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 Aetnean
                 race
                 ;
              
               
               
                 And
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 set
                 my
                 heart
                 upon
              
               
                 Earth
                 and
                 corruption
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 neglect
                 my
                 soul
                 the
                 better
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 Lord
                 humble
                 so
                 my
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 not
                 so
                 in
                 my
                 thoughts
                 aspire
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 to
                 incense
                 thine
                 ire
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 keep
                 me
                 from
                 ambitious
                 fantasies
                 ,
              
               
                 Proud
                 words
                 ,
                 and
                 lofty
                 eyes
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 hold
                 me
                 back
                 ,
                 lest
                 I
                 should
                 clamber
                 on
              
               
                 Cloud-neighbouring
                 mountains
                 of
                 Presumption
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             GORGONES
             .
          
           
             These
             were
             the
             3
             daughters
             of
             
               Phoreus
               ,
            
             whose
             chief
             was
             
               Medusa
               ;
            
             she
             preferring
             her
             fine
             hairs
             to
             
               Minervas
               ,
            
             and
             profaning
             her
             Temple
             in
             playing
             the
             whore
             there
             with
             
               Neptune
               ,
            
             had
             her
             hair
             turned
             into
             snakes
             ,
             and
             her
             head
             cut
             off
             by
             
               Persius
               ,
            
             being
             armed
             with
             
               Minerva's
            
             shield
             ,
             
               Mercuri's
            
             helmet
             and
             wings
             ,
             and
             
               Vulcans
            
             sword
             ;
             this
             head
             
               Minerva
            
             still
             wore
             in
             her
             shield
             ,
             and
             whosoever
             looked
             on
             it
             was
             turned
             into
             a
             stone
             ;
             these
             
               Gorgones
            
             had
             fearful
             lookes
             ;
             but
             one
             eye
             ,
             and
             one
             tooth
             amongst
             them
             ,
             which
             continually
             they
             used
             as
             they
             had
             occasion
             ;
             they
             never
             used
             their
             eye
             at
             home
             ,
             but
             still
             abroad
             ;
             when
             
               Persius
            
             had
             got
             this
             eye
             ,
             he
             quickly
             overcame
             them
             ;
             they
             had
             also
             brasen
             hands
             and
             golden
             wings
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               Many
               men
               are
               like
               the
               
                 Gorgons
                 ,
              
               they
               are
               quick-sighted
               abroad
               ,
               but
               blind
               at
               home
               ;
               they
               spye
               
               moats
               in
               other
               mens
               eyes
               ,
               but
               not
               beames
               in
               their
               own
               .
               2.
               
               Satan
               deals
               with
               us
               ,
               as
               
                 Persius
              
               did
               with
               
                 Medusa
                 ,
              
               he
               first
               steales
               away
               our
               knowledge
               ,
               then
               with
               the
               more
               ease
               he
               destroyes
               our
               soules
               .
               3.
               
               Wee
               see
               here
               in
               
                 Medusa
                 ,
              
               that
               pride
               ,
               sacriledge
               ,
               and
               whordome
               shall
               not
               go
               unpunished
               .
               4.
               
               From
               whence
               let
               us
               learne
               not
               to
               be
               proud
               of
               our
               beauty
               ,
               for
               all
               beauty
               ,
               like
               the
               
                 Gorgons
              
               shall
               end
               in
               deformitie
               ,
               and
               as
               
                 Abolous
              
               hair
               and
               
                 Medusas
              
               here
               ,
               brought
               destruction
               on
               them
               ;
               so
               it
               may
               bring
               upon
               others
               ;
               and
               shall
               if
               they
               doat
               too
               much
               on
               it
               .
               5.
               
               The
               sight
               of
               these
               
                 Gorgones
                 ,
              
               turned
               men
               into
               stones
               ,
               and
               so
               many
               men
               are
               bereft
               of
               their
               sences
               and
               reason
               ,
               by
               doating
               too
               much
               on
               womens
               beauty
               .
               6.
               
               They
               that
               would
               get
               the
               mastery
               of
               Satan
               that
               terrible
               
                 Gorgon
                 ,
              
               must
               be
               armed
               as
               
                 Persius
              
               was
               ;
               to
               wit
               ,
               with
               the
               helmet
               of
               Salvation
               ,
               the
               shield
               of
               faith
               ,
               and
               the
               sword
               of
               the
               word
               .
               7.
               
               
                 Minerva
              
               by
               means
               of
               her
               shield
               ,
               on
               which
               was
               fastned
               
                 Medusas
              
               head
               ,
               turned
               men
               to
               stones
               ;
               so
               the
               nature
               of
               wisdom
               is
               ,
               to
               make
               men
               solid
               ,
               constant
               unmovable
               .
               8.
               
               I
               wish
               that
               among
               Christians
               there
               were
               but
               one
               eye
               of
               faith
               and
               religion
               ,
               and
               one
               tooth
               ,
               one
               common
               defence
               ,
               that
               so
               they
               might
               be
               
                 Gorgons
              
               indeed
               ,
               and
               terrible
               to
               the
               
                 Turks
              
               their
               enemies
               ;
               that
               with
               a
               brasen
               hand
               they
               might
               crush
               the
               
                 Mahumetans
                 ,
              
               and
               with
               the
               golden
               wings
               of
               victorie
               ,
               they
               might
               fly
               again
               over
               those
               territories
               which
               they
               have
               lost
               .
               9.
               
               
                 Medusa
              
               by
               seeing
               her
               own
               face
               in
               
                 Persius
              
               his
               bright
               shield
               ,
               as
               in
               a
               glasse
               ,
               she
               fell
               into
               a
               deep
               sleepe
               ,
               and
               so
               became
               a
               prey
               to
               
                 Persius
                 ;
              
               so
               many
               falling
               in
               love
               with
               themselves
               ;
               grow
               insolent
               and
               carelesse
               ,
               and
               falling
               
               into
               the
               sleepe
               of
               securitie
               ,
               become
               a
               prey
               to
               their
               spirituall
               enemie
               .
               10.
               
               If
               a
               woman
               once
               loose
               her
               modestie
               and
               honor
               ,
               be
               she
               never
               so
               fair
               ,
               she
               will
               seeme
               to
               wisemen
               but
               an
               ill-favored
               
                 Gorgon
                 ,
              
               he
               accounts
               her
               hair
               as
               snakes
               ,
               her
               beauty
               as
               deformitie
               .
               11.
               
               A
               Captain
               or
               whosoever
               will
               encounter
               with
               a
               snakiehaired
               
                 Gorgon
                 ,
              
               that
               is
               ,
               a
               subtile
               headed
               enemie
               ,
               stands
               in
               need
               of
               
                 Minerva
              
               for
               wisdom
               ,
               of
               
                 Mercurie
              
               for
               eloquence
               and
               expedition
               ,
               and
               of
               
                 Vulcan
              
               for
               courage
               .
               12.
               
               
                 Persius
              
               got
               the
               victorie
               over
               
                 Gorgon
              
               by
               covering
               his
               face
               with
               the
               helmet
               ;
               that
               he
               might
               not
               be
               seen
               of
               her
               ;
               the
               best
               way
               to
               overcome
               the
               temptations
               of
               lewd
               women
               ,
               is
               to
               keep
               out
               of
               their
               sight
               ,
               and
               to
               make
               a
               covenant
               with
               our
               eyes
               .
               13.
               
               The
               
                 Gorgons
              
               are
               like
               those
               that
               live
               at
               home
               a
               private
               life
               ;
               and
               so
               make
               no
               use
               of
               their
               eye
               of
               prudence
               ,
               till
               they
               be
               called
               abroad
               to
               some
               eminent
               place
               and
               publick
               office
               .
               14.
               
               They
               that
               have
               fascinating
               and
               bewitching
               eyes
               ,
               by
               which
               many
               are
               hurt
               and
               infected
               ,
               especially
               yong
               children
               ,
               may
               be
               called
               
                 Gorgons
                 ,
              
               and
               that
               such
               are
               ,
               both
               ancient
               records
               ,
               experience
               ,
               and
               reason
               doth
               teach
               us
               ,
               for
               from
               a
               malignant
               eye
               ,
               issues
               out
               infections
               ,
               vapors
               or
               spirits
               ,
               which
               make
               easie
               impressions
               on
               infants
               and
               tender
               natures
               ,
               ;
               therefore
               the
               Gentiles
               had
               the
               goddesse
               of
               cradles
               called
               
                 Cunina
                 ,
              
               to
               guard
               infants
               from
               fascination
               ;
               and
               we
               read
               that
               in
               
                 Scythia
              
               and
               
                 Pontus
                 ,
              
               were
               women
               whose
               eyes
               were
               double
               balled
               ,
               killing
               and
               bewitching
               with
               their
               sight
               ,
               these
               were
               called
               
                 Bithiae
              
               and
               
                 Thibiae
              
               and
               they
               used
               the
               word
               
                 praefiscine
                 ,
              
               as
               a
               charme
               against
               fascination
               ,
               and
               in
               
                 Africa
              
               whole
               familes
               of
               these
               fascinating
               haggs
               were
               wont
               to
               be
               ;
               and
            
             
             
             
               
                 Thy
                 eyes
                 do
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 divine
              
               
                 Nectar
                 thy
                 lips
                 doth
                 flow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 If
                 thy
                 teeth
                 orient
                 Pearls
                 were
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 were
                 thy
                 neck
                 white
                 ivory
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Musk
                 ,
                 Perfume
                 ,
                 or
                 rosed
                 air
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Balm
                 could
                 vaporate
                 from
                 thee
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 heav'ns
                 best
                 peece
                 thou
                 wert
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 sweet
                 aspect
              
               
                 Could
                 all
                 subject
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 maze
                 each
                 mortall
                 heart
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 shall
                 these
                 rare
                 endowments
                 all
              
               
                 Prove
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 but
                 vanity
                 ;
              
               
                 Sweet
                 honey
                 shall
                 conclude
                 in
                 gall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 beauty
                 in
                 deformity
                 ;
              
               
                 See
                 then
                 you
                 be
                 not
                 proud
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 which
                 must
              
               
                 Be
                 laid
                 in
                 dust
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Deaths
                 black
                 rail
                 will
                 shroud
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Take
                 heed
                 likewise
                 you
                 dote
                 not
                 on
              
               
                 Medusa's
                 face
                 and
                 golden
                 locks
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 beauty
                 hath
                 kill'd
                 many
                 a
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 metamorphos'd
                 men
                 to
                 Rocks
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 lest
                 it
                 should
                 intice
              
               
                 Thee
                 ,
                 guard
                 thy self
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 strange
                 elf
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hide
                 thy
                 wandring
                 eyes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lend
                 me
                 the
                 shield
                 of
                 faith
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 helmet
                 of
                 salvation
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 thy
                 Word
                 that
                 two-edg'd
                 sword
              
               
                 Cut
                 off
                 all
                 foul
                 infection
                 :
              
               
                 Support
                 me
                 with
                 thy
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hide
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Lest
                 sin
                 surprise
              
               
                 Me
                 with
                 her
                 Gorgons
                 face
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 if
                 there
                 were
                 but
                 one
                 fair
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 faith
                 ,
                 truth
                 ,
                 and
                 religion
              
               
                 Amongst
                 us
                 ,
                 O
                 if
                 we
                 could
                 flye
              
               
                 With
                 conquests
                 golden
                 pinion
                 !
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 we
                 could
                 subdue
              
               
                 With
                 brasen
                 hands
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 captiv'd
                 lands
              
               
                 And
                 circumcised
                 crue
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 with
                 thy
                 watchfull
                 eye
                 so
                 keep
              
               
                 Thy
                 servant
                 from
                 security
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 found
                 asleep
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 night-watching
                 enemy
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 with
                 thy
                 grace
                 prevent
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 vanities
              
               
                 My
                 soul
                 intice
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 torment
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Great
                 Captain
                 of
                 heavens
                 winged
                 troops
                 ,
              
               
                 Redoubted
                 and
                 victorious
                 Knight
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 whose
                 beck
                 man
                 and
                 Angel
                 stoops
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 puts
                 thy
                 enemies
                 to
                 flight
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 lets
                 thine
                 arrows
                 flye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dies
                 their
                 wings
              
               
                 In
                 blood
                 of
                 Kings
              
               
                 Who
                 will
                 not
                 bow
                 to
                 thee
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 Unsheath
                 thy
                 two-edg'd
                 thundring
                 sword
                 ,
              
               
                 Cut
                 off
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 Gorgons
                 head
              
               
                 Which
                 hath
                 bewitch'd
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 grim
                 looks
                 hath
                 struck
                 me
                 dead
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 will
                 I
                 sound
                 thy
                 praise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 magnifie
              
               
                 Thy
                 Majesty
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 thee
                 Trophees
                 raise
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             GRATIAE
             .
          
           
             THe
             graces
             were
             three
             sisters
             ,
             daughters
             of
             
               Iupiter
            
             and
             
               Euronyme
               ;
            
             they
             were
             fair
             ,
             naked
             ,
             holding
             each
             other
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
             having
             winged
             feet
             ,
             two
             of
             them
             are
             painted
             looking
             to
             wards
             us
             ,
             and
             one
             from
             us
             ,
             they
             waite
             upon
             
               Venus
               ,
            
             and
             accompanie
             the
             Muses
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               MYSTERIES
               .
            
             
               
                 a
              
               
                 SEneca
              
               and
               the
               
                 Mythologists
              
               by
               the
               3
               graces
               understand
               3
               sorts
               of
               benefits
               some
               given
               ,
               some
               received
               ,
               and
               some
               returnd
               back
               upon
               the
               benefactor
               ,
               two
               look
               towards
               us
               ,
               and
               one
               hath
               her
               face
               from
               us
               ,
               because
               a
               good
               turne
               is
               oftentimes
               double
               requited
               .
               They
               hold
               each
               other
               by
               the
               hand
               ,
               because
               in
               good
               turnes
               there
               should
               be
               no
               interruption
               ,
               they
               are
               naked
               ,
               or
               as
               others
               write
               ,
               their
               garment
               is
               thin
               and
               transparent
               ,
               because
               bountie
               should
               stil
               be
               joyned
               with
               sinceritie
               ,
               their
               smiling
               face
               shew
               that
               gifts
               should
               be
               given
               freely
               ;
               they
               are
               still
               yong
               because
               the
               remembrance
               of
               a
               good
               turne
               should
               never
               grow
               old
               ;
               they
               have
               winged
               feete
               ,
               to
               shew
               that
               good
               turnes
               should
               be
               done
               quickly
               ,
               
                 bis
                 dat
                 qui
                 cito
                 dat
                 .
              
               2.
               
               They
               that
               will
               be
               bountifull
               ,
               must
               take
               heed
               they
               exceed
               not
               ,
               least
               they
               make
               themselves
               as
               naked
               ,
               as
               the
               graces
               are
               painted
               ,
               there
               is
               a
               meane
               in
               all
               things
               ;
               and
               no
               man
               should
               go
               beyond
               his
               strength
               ;
               he
               may
               be
               bountifull
               that
               hath
               
                 Euronyme
              
               for
               his
               wife
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               large
               possessions
               and
               patrimonies
               ,
               as
               the
               word
               signifieth
               .
               3.
               
               There
               
               be
               many
               unthankfull
               people
               who
               are
               content
               still
               to
               receive
               benefits
               ,
               but
               never
               returne
               any
               ;
               these
               are
               they
               that
               strip
               the
               Graces
               of
               their
               garments
               ,
               and
               have
               reduced
               free-harted
               men
               to
               povertie
               .
               4.
               
               The
               Graces
               are
               called
               in
               Greek
               Charites
               
                 a
              
               from
               joy
               ,
               or
               from
               health
               and
               safety
               ,
               and
               they
               still
               accompanie
               the
               
                 Muses
                 ,
                 Mercurie
              
               and
               
                 Venus
                 ;
              
               to
               shew
               that
               where
               learning
               ,
               eloquence
               ,
               and
               love
               are
               conjoyned
               ,
               there
               will
               never
               be
               wanting
               true
               joy
               ,
               health
               and
               contentment
               .
               5.
               
               I
               thinke
               by
               the
               three
               Graces
               may
               be
               meant
               three
               sorts
               of
               freindship
               ;
               to
               wit
               ,
               honest
               ,
               pleasant
               ,
               and
               profitable
               ,
               honest
               and
               pleasant
               freindships
               ,
               which
               are
               gtounded
               on
               vertue
               and
               delight
               looke
               toward
               us
               ,
               because
               they
               both
               aime
               at
               our
               good
               ,
               but
               profitable
               freindship
               lookes
               from
               us
               ,
               as
               aiming
               more
               at
               her
               own
               gaine
               then
               our
               weale
               ,
               which
               as
               
                 Seneca
              
               sayth
               ,
               is
               rather
               traffick
               then
               friendshipp
               ,
               but
               all
               friendshipp
               should
               be
               naked
               ,
               and
               without
               guile
               and
               hypocrisie
               like
               the
               Graces
               still
               yong
               and
               cheerefull
               ,
               and
               still
               nimble
               and
               quick
               to
               helpe
               .
               6.
               
               By
               the
               three
               graces
               I
               suppose
               also
               ,
               may
               be
               meant
               the
               three
               companious
               of
               true
               love
               ;
               of
               which
               
                 b
              
               
                 Arist.
              
               speaks
               ;
               to
               wit
               ,
               1
               good
               wil
               or
               benevolence
               2
               concord
               or
               consent
               of
               minds
               ,
               
                 idem
                 velle
                 et
                 idem
                 nolle
                 ;
              
               3
               bountie
               or
               beneficence
               ,
               these
               three
               like
               three
               graces
               looke
               on
               upon
               another
               ;
               and
               hold
               each
               other
               by
               the
               hand
               ,
               these
               ought
               to
               be
               naked
               ,
               pure
               ,
               still
               yong
               ;
               and
               where
               these
               three
               are
               sound
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               good
               will
               ,
               concord
               ,
               and
               bountie
               ,
               there
               shall
               not
               be
               wanting
               the
               three
               Graces
               ,
               that
               is
               ,
               
                 c
              
               
                 Thalia
              
               a
               flourishing
               estate
               .
               2.
               
               
                 Agliae
              
               
               honour
               or
               glorie
               .
               3.
               
               
                 Euphrosyne
              
               true
               joy
               and
               comfort
               ,
               for
               these
               are
               the
               hand-maids
               of
               love
               .
               7.
               
               Faith
               hope
               and
               charitie
               ,
               are
               the
               three
               divine
               graces
               ,
               pure
               and
               unspotted
               Virgins
               ,
               daughters
               of
               the
               great
               God
               ;
               sincere
               and
               naked
               without
               guile
               ;
               looking
               upon
               on
               another
               ,
               and
               so
               linked
               together
               ,
               that
               here
               in
               this
               life
               they
               cannot
               be
               separated
               one
               from
               the
               other
               ,
               but
               there
               positure
               is
               somewhat
               different
               from
               the
               other
               Graces
               ;
               for
               of
               the
               other
               ,
               two
               look
               on
               us
               ,
               the
               third
               hath
               her
               back
               to
               us
               ,
               but
               in
               these
               three
               divine
               sisters
               ,
               one
               only
               looketh
               to
               us
               ,
               to
               wit
               ,
               charitie
               ;
               the
               other
               two
               ,
               faith
               and
               hope
               ,
               fix
               their
               eyes
               from
               us
               upō
               God
               ;
               faith
               is
               
                 Aglaia
              
               the
               glory
               and
               honour
               of
               a
               Christian
               ,
               hope
               is
               
                 Euphrosyne
                 ,
              
               that
               which
               makes
               him
               joyfull
               ,
               we
               rejoyce
               in
               hope
               ,
               and
               charitie
               ,
               that
               is
               
                 Thalia
                 ,
              
               which
               would
               make
               our
               christian
               state
               flourish
               and
               abound
               with
               all
               good
               things
               ,
               if
               we
               would
               admit
               of
               her
               companie
               amongst
               us
               ;
               but
               by
               reason
               there
               is
               so
               little
               charitie
               ,
               I
               doubt
               me
               ,
               there
               is
               as
               little
               faith
               and
               hope
               ;
               for
               reject
               or
               admit
               of
               one
               ,
               you
               reject
               and
               admit
               of
               all
               .
            
             
               
                 O
                 if
                 my
                 mournfull
                 eyes
              
               
                 Could
                 from
                 their
                 Chrystall
                 casements
                 tears
                 distill
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 if
                 sad
                 Elegies
              
               
                 Dipp'd
                 in
                 salt
                 fountains
                 could
                 drop
                 from
                 my
                 quill
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 if
                 I
                 could
                 in
                 Seas
                 of
                 tears
              
               
                 Drown
                 all
                 my
                 sorrows
                 and
                 my
                 fears
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 2.
                 
              
               
                 For
                 when
                 alas
                 I
                 see
              
               
                 How
                 these
                 three
                 sister-Graces
                 sit
                 and
                 grone
                 ,
              
               
                 Faith
                 ,
                 Hope
                 ,
                 and
                 Charity
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 weep
                 their
                 wrongs
                 ,
                 and
                 threaten
                 to
                 be
                 gone
              
               
                 From
                 Christs
                 poor
                 Church
                 ,
                 how
                 can
                 I
                 chuse
              
               
                 But
                 mourn
                 with
                 this
                 my
                 mourning
                 Muse
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 3.
                 
              
               
                 Faiths
                 cloud-transcending
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Thick
                 mists
                 of
                 Verball
                 combates
                 do
                 so
                 blinde
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 scarse
                 can
                 she
                 descry
              
               
                 The
                 light
                 from
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 and
                 scarse
                 can
                 she
                 finde
              
               
                 Her
                 Sun
                 (
                 which
                 makes
                 her
                 so
                 lament
                 )
              
               
                 Shining
                 within
                 his
                 firmament
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 4.
                 
              
               
                 She
                 makes
                 a
                 grievous
                 mone
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 she
                 is
                 wrong'd
                 'twixt
                 Infidelity
              
               
                 And
                 Superstition
                 ,
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Laws
                 of
                 Christianity
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 with
                 false
                 fears
                 makes
                 her
                 cry
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 other
                 would
                 pull
                 out
                 her
                 eye
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 5.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 swelling
                 Pharisie
              
               
                 Kicks
                 her
                 with
                 his
                 suppos'd
                 perfection
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wrangling
                 Heresie
              
               
                 Would
                 poyson
                 her
                 with
                 strong
                 infection
                 ;
              
               
                 She
                 is
                 despised
                 of
                 the
                 Jew
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 laugh'd
                 at
                 by
                 the
                 heathen-crew
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 wanton
                 Libertine
              
               
                 Hath
                 stript
                 her
                 of
                 good
                 works
                 ,
                 her
                 ornaments
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 the
                 fairest
                 queen
              
               
                 Of
                 graces
                 is
                 abus'd
                 by
                 miscreants
                 :
              
               
                 Now
                 would
                 not
                 this
                 make
                 hearts
                 of
                 stone
              
               
                 Wring
                 out
                 a
                 tear
                 ,
                 and
                 strain
                 a
                 grone
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 7.
                 
              
               
                 Her
                 sister
                 Hope
                 also
              
               
                 Complains
                 she
                 's
                 wrong'd
                 by
                 Desperation
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 her
                 other
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 Bold-fac'd
                 ,
                 self-will'd
                 Presumption
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 pull
                 and
                 hale
                 with
                 violence
              
               
                 The
                 Anchor
                 of
                 her
                 Confidence
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 8.
                 
              
               
                 With
                 ghastly
                 looks
                 Despair
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 horrid
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 blasphemous
                 words
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 uncomposed
                 hair
                 ,
              
               
                 Armed
                 with
                 poyson
                 ,
                 halters
                 ,
                 knives
                 and
                 swords
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 threaten
                 that
                 she
                 'l
                 choke
                 the
                 breath
              
               
                 Of
                 Hope
                 with
                 some
                 untimely
                 death
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 fond
                 Presumption
              
               
                 Belyes
                 poor
                 Hope
                 ,
                 and
                 saith
                 that
                 she
                 's
                 the
                 cause
              
               
                 Of
                 lust
                 ,
                 ambition
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 pride
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 breach
                 of
                 all
                 Gods
                 Laws
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 th'one
                 ,
                 Gods
                 Mercie
                 doth
                 reject
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 other
                 doth
                 his
                 Justice
                 check
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10.
                 
              
               
                 Thus
                 Christian
                 Hope
                 is
                 toss'd
              
               
                 Between
                 two
                 rocks
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 sinking
                 sands
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 Anchor's
                 almost
                 lost
                 ;
              
               
                 Therefore
                 she
                 sighs
                 ,
                 and
                 weeps
                 ,
                 and
                 wrings
                 her
                 hands
                 :
              
               
                 None
                 but
                 whose
                 eyes
                 are
                 Adamant
              
               
                 Can
                 see
                 this
                 sight
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 lament
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 11.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 for
                 Charity
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 is
                 she
                 hiss'd
                 at
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 barbarous
                 croud
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 her
                 misery
              
               
                 She
                 doth
                 lament
                 ,
                 wrapt
                 in
                 a
                 sable
                 cloud
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 threatens
                 that
                 she
                 will
                 be
                 gone
              
               
                 With
                 speed
                 out
                 of
                 this
                 freezing
                 Zone
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 12.
                 
              
               
                 Where
                 black-mouth'd
                 obloquy
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 squinting
                 self-consuming
                 envie
                 reigns
                 :
              
               
                 Where
                 brawling
                 loves
                 to
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 murther
                 with
                 gore
                 blood
                 the
                 country
                 stains
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 Schisme
                 with
                 false
                 opinion
              
               
                 Disturbs
                 the
                 Churches
                 union
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 13.
                 
              
               
                 Where
                 barbarous
                 Mars
                 resides
              
               
                 Lord
                 of
                 mis-rule
                 and
                 desolation
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 whose
                 bloody
                 sides
                 ,
              
               
                 Burning
                 ,
                 rapes
                 ,
                 ruine
                 ,
                 rage
                 ,
                 and
                 oppression
                 ,
              
               
                 Ride
                 galloping
                 ,
                 and
                 furiously
              
               
                 Tread
                 down
                 Laws
                 ,
                 Arts
                 ,
                 Civility
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 14.
                 
              
               
                 Where
                 discord
                 ,
                 pride
                 ,
                 scandall
                 ,
              
               
                 Teeth-grinding
                 anger
                 ,
                 with
                 fierce-glowing
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 thefts
                 and
                 treasons
                 dwell
                 :
              
               
                 Church-robbing
                 ,
                 cheating
                 ,
                 self-love
                 ,
                 cruelties
                 ;
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 that
                 wicked
                 company
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 enemies
                 to
                 Charity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 15.
                 
              
               
                 What
                 wonder
                 is
                 it
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 Charity
                 be
                 sad
                 ,
                 and
                 discontent
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hides
                 her self
                 from
                 men
                 ?
              
               
                 Amongst
                 whom
                 reigns
                 this
                 hellish
                 Regiment
                 ?
              
               
                 How
                 can
                 Joves
                 lovely
                 daughter
                 dwell
              
               
                 Amongst
                 such
                 monsters
                 hatcht
                 in
                 hell
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 16.
                 
              
               
                 O
                 how
                 my
                 heart
                 doth
                 burn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 melt
                 into
                 a
                 tide
                 of
                 tears
                 ,
                 mine
                 eyes
                 !
              
               
                 How
                 night
                 and
                 day
                 I
                 mourn
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 such
                 wars
                 ,
                 such
                 wrongs
                 ,
                 such
                 cruelties
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 love
                 exil'd
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 as
                 we
              
               
                 All
                 know
                 ,
                 Christ's
                 Will
                 and
                 Legacie
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 17.
                 
              
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 confound
                 all
                 those
              
               
                 Who
                 would
                 confound
                 our
                 peace
                 and
                 unity
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 trample
                 on
                 the
                 face
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 three
                 daughters
                 ,
                 Faith
                 ,
                 Hope
                 ,
                 Charity
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 them
                 in
                 thy
                 Church
                 bear
                 sway
              
               
                 So
                 long
                 as
                 evening
                 crowns
                 the
                 day
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 18.
                 
              
               
                 Lord
                 give
                 me
                 Faiths
                 cleer
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Hopes
                 sure
                 Anchor
                 to
                 rely
                 upon
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hands
                 of
                 Charity
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 may
                 work
                 out
                 my
                 salvation
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 this
                 Anchor
                 ,
                 hands
                 and
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 in
                 peace
                 and
                 comfort
                 dye
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 19.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 the
                 good
                 ship
                 ride
              
               
                 Call'd
                 Charity
                 ,
                 securely
                 on
                 the
                 main
                 ;
              
               
                 Be
                 Pilot
                 Lord
                 ,
                 and
                 guide
              
               
                 Her
                 to
                 the
                 cape
                 of
                 good
                 Hope
                 ;
                 let
                 her
                 gain
              
               
                 The
                 land
                 of
                 promise
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 gale
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 good
                 Spirit
                 fill
                 her
                 sail
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 20.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 her
                 Compasse
                 be
              
               
                 Thy
                 Word
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 helm
                 of
                 Discipline
              
               
                 From
                 sinfull
                 rocks
                 keep
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 the
                 Pole-star
                 of
                 thy
                 truth
                 be
                 seen
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 Faith
                 the
                 bright
                 eye
                 of
                 my
                 soul
              
               
                 Be
                 alwayes
                 looking
                 on
                 that
                 Pole
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 21.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 man
                 of
                 thy
                 right
                 hand
              
               
                 Preserve
                 Lord
                 as
                 the
                 apple
                 of
                 thine
                 eye
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 this
                 sinfull
                 land
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 true
                 love
                 with
                 her
                 two
                 sisters
                 flye
              
               
                 But
                 as
                 it's
                 name
                 is
                 Albion
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 in
                 it
                 still
                 let
                 all
                 be
                 one
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
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               26.
               1642.
               
            
          
           
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               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             robur
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             
               &
            
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             b
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             
               &
            
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             blandus
             .
          
           
             b
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             misceo
             &
             tempero
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             perdo
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             salvo
             &
             solvo
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             quasi
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             a
             late●●●
             .
          
           
             b
             Erythraeus
             ,
             i.
             e.
             ruber
             Actaeon
             splendens
             Lampas
             fulgor
             .
             Philogeus
             terram
             amans
             .
          
           
             a
             Vide
             Virgil
             .
             Geor.
             1.
             
          
           
             b
             Cortini
             potens
             dictus
             Apollo
             .
          
           
             a
             Phaneus
             dictus
             Apollo
             a
             manifestando
             .
          
           
             b
             Daphne
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             Thucid.
             
          
           
             a
             Vide
             Aelian
             .
             Plin.
             &c.
             
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             optimus
             .
          
           
             b
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             latus
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             iudicium
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             b
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             Prov.
             31.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A57657e-11800
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             Vel
             T●yades
             &
             Mimallones
             &
             bacch.
             .
          
           
             a
             Liber
             &
             〈◊〉
             idem
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             mentem
             &
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             pungo
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             bonus
             filius
             ;
             nomen
             Bacchi
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             id
             est
             ,
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             alienum
             tollens
             .
          
           
             b
             Foedissima
             ventris
             proluvies
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A57657e-14440
           
             a
             Si
             veteres
             sapientes
             satis
             hydrae
             dentibus
             ,
             armatorum
             segetem
             inhorruisse
             crediderunt
             ,
             &c.
             quanto
             magis
             credendum
             ,
             &c.
             Ambr.
             de
             fide
             resurrectionis
             .
          
           
             a
             Nubigines
             bimembres
             .
             Virg.
             
          
           
             a
             Centauri
             in
             foribus
             stabulant
             .
             Virg.
             
          
           
             a
             Crescit
             amori
             nummi
             quantum
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
          
           
             b
             Cereale
             papaver
             .
             Virg.
             
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             sano
             ,
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             sanatio
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             
               Ier.
            
             1.
             10.
             
          
           
             b
             Mammosa
             Ceres
             .
          
           
             c
             Sive
             quod
             gerat
             omnia
             ,
             sive
             quod
             creat
             omnia
             .
          
           
             a
             
               Aen.
            
             6.
             
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             Sagitarius
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             manus
             .
          
           
             a
             Passio
             movetur
             ab
             obiecto
             .
          
           
             a
             Brontes
             ,
             Steropes
             ,
             Harpes
             ,
             Pyracmon
             .
          
           
             a
             In
             Lib.
             3.
             Aen.
          
           
             a
             Cyclopum
             vita
             .
          
           
             b
             Resonat
             positis
             incudibus
             Aetna
             .
          
           
             c
             Invidus
             non
             videns
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A57657e-25160
           
             a
             Idoneus
             est
             reficere
             qui
             fecit
             .
             Tertul.
             
          
           
             a
             Petrones
             Festo
             :
             Rupices
             apud
             Tertul.
             l.
             1.
             de
             anima
             .
          
           
             a
             Iuno
             ,
             Luna
             ,
             Diana
             ,
             Lya
             ,
             Hecate
             ,
             Proserpina
             ,
             Dyctinnis
             ,
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             Lucina
             ,
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             Fascelis
             ,
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
          
           
             a
             Tria
             virginis
             ora
             Dianae
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A57657e-28120
           
             a
             In
             Psal.
             73.
             
          
           
             a
             De
             falsa
             religione
             .
             l.
             1.
             c.
             17.
             
          
           
             a
             Lib.
             1.
             Adver.
             Iovini
             .
          
           
             b
             Lib.
             de
             spectaculis
             .
          
           
             a
             Aen.
             6.
             
          
           
             b
             Aen.
             3.
             
          
           
             c
             Aen.
             8.
             
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             b
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             c
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A57657e-32830
           
             a
             Aen.
             8.
             ia
             omnire
             dominatur
             .
             Salust
             .
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             Boetius
             ,
             l.
             4.
             Pros.
             6.
             
          
           
             b
             Cur
             bonis
             viris
             mala
             fiunt
             .
          
           
             a
             Eras.
             in
             adag.
          
        
         
           Notes for div A57657e-35000
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             a
             Hominem
             inferni
             raptum
             faucibus
             portavit
             ad
             coelum
             .
             Serm.
             62
             
          
           
             a
             Scaliger
             in
             Fest.
             
          
           
             b
             Pinge
             duos
             angues
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             c
             Quisq
             suos
             patimur
             Manes
             Virg.
             
          
           
             a
             Defraudare
             Genium
             indulgere
             genio
             .
          
           
             a
             Ambros.
             cap
             4.
             
             Dearca
             &
             Not
             :
             &
             cap.
             34.
             
          
           
             b
             Contumac●
             praeliantur
             affectu
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             a
             Lib.
             de
             benef.
             c.
             3.
             
             Phornutus
             de
             n●●
             .
             deor
             .
             Eras.
             in
             adag.
             Tur●eb
             ▪
             ●dver
             .
             nat.
             Comes
             .
          
           
             a
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             b
             Ethic.
             l.
             9.
             c.
             5.
             
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
           
             c
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             floridus
             ;
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             florens
             vitae
             status
             &
             rerū
             affluentia
             ;
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ornare
             seu
             honorare
             ;
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             laetū
             reddere
             .
          
        
      
      
  

