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Then of his pleasures to heape up the store,
God Evah did create with beauties` rare,
Such as no women had since; none before,
Thinke what it is to be divinely faire,
And then imagine her a great deale more;
She, principall, the rest but copies are.
No height of words can her perfections hit,
The worke was matchlesse, as the workeman's wit. And it to misery, all toiles when tryde."
Thus good and evill they learn'd to know by this,
But ah, the good was gone, the evill to be:
Thus monstrously when having done amisse,
They cloathing sought, (of bondage a decree)
"Loe, the first fruits of mortals knowledge is,
Their nakednesse, and hard estate to see:
Thus curiousnesse to knowledge is the guide,
The world's first father what great joyes did fill,
Whil'st prince of Paradice from trouble free,
The fairest creature entertain'd him still;
No rivall was, he could not jealous be,
But wretched prov'd, in having all his will,
And yet discharg'd the tasting of one tree.
"Let one have all things good, abstract some toy,
That want more grieves, then all he hath gives joy."
Through Eden's garden, stately Evah stray'd,
Where beauteous flowers her beauties backe re-
By nature's selfe, and not by art array'd, [glanc'd
Which pure (not blushing) boldly were advanc'd;
With dangling haires the wanton Zephyres play'd,
And in rich rings their floting gold enhaunc'd.
All things concurr'd, which pleasure could incite,
So that she seem'd the centre of delight.
Then could she not well thinke, who now can tell
What banquetted her sight with objects rare?
Birds striv'd for her whose songs should most excell,
The odoriferous flowres perfum'd the ayre:
Yet did her breath of all most sweetly smell,
Not then distemper'd with intemperate fare.
No mixtures strange compos'd corrupting food,
All naturally was sweet, all simply good.
But ah! when she the apples faire did spy,
Which (since reserv'd) were thought to be the best;
Their fained pretiousnesse enflam'd to try,
Because discharg'd, she look'd where they did rest,
Luxuriously abandon'd to the eye,
Swolne, languishing (like them upon her brest.)
"Ah curiousnesse, first cause of all our ill,
And yet the plague which most torments us still!"
On them she (doubtfull) earnestly did gaze,
The hand oft times advanc'd, and oft drawne backe,
Whil'st Sathan cunningly her parts did praise,
And in a serpent thus his course did take:
"Your state is high, you may more high it raise,
And may (with ease) your selves immortall make.
This precious fruit God you forbids to eate,
Lest (knowing good and evill) you match his state."
Those fatall fruits which poison'd were with sinne,
She (having tasted) made her husband prove;
What could not words of such a Sirene winne?
O woe to man, that woman thus can move!
He him to hide (his fall's first marke) did rinne1,
Whom knowledge now had learn'd to loath and
Death from that tree did shoot through shadowes
His rest an apple, beauty was his marke.
Marke Adam's answer when his Maker crav'd,
If that his will had beene by him transgress'd;
"The woman (Lord) whom I from thee receiv'd,
Did make me eate, as who my soule possess'd:"
The woman said, "the serpent me deceiv'd:"
Both burden❜d others, none the fault confess'd.
Which custome still their faulty race doth use,
"All first doe runne to hide, next to excuse."
But he who tryes the reynes, and views the heart,
(As through the clouds) doth through fraile bodies
And is not mock'd by men's ridiculous art, [see,
By which their crimes encreast, more odious be:
Who proudly sinne, they must submissely smart,
Loe, God craves count of what he did decree.
And those who joyn'd in sinne, are punish'd all,
All Adam's partners crush'd were with his fall.
Thus God first damn'd the fountaine of deceit,
"O most accurst of all the beasts which breed,
Still wallowing in the dust (a loathsome state)
The woman thee, thou shalt the woman hate.
Drawn on thy belly basely shalt thou feed;
Which hatred still inherit shall her seed.
Whose fierce effects both mutually shall feele,
Whil'st he shall breake thy head, thou bruise his
"And woman weake, whose thought each fancy blowes,
I will encrease thy griefe, thy joyes restraine,
And since thy judgement doth depend on showes,
Thou to thy husband subject shalt remaine:
And (bringing forth thy brood with bitter throwes)
What was thy pleasure sown, shalt reape with paine.
Those beauties now which mustred are with pride,
In withered wrinckles, ruinous age shall hide.
"Fond Adam, thou (obeying thus thy wife)
What I commanded violate that durst:
Cares shall exhaust thy dayes, paines end thy life,
Whil'st for thy cause the earth becomes accurst,
With thornes and thistles, guerdoning thy strife,
Who sweating for thy food, art like to burst.
And looke no more for rest, for toile thou must,
Till whence first com'd, thou be turn'd back to dust."
By angels arm'd barr'd from the pleasant place,
The tree of sinne o're-shadowing all his race,
When wretched Adam's pilgrimage was past,
They from their minds all love of God did cast,
Them to reclaime who did contemne his grace,
Who weary was with striving at the last,
Did straight resolve to try new seede againe.
And of the world a harvest made by raine,
Yet since that Noah uprightly had liv'd,
He and his race stood safe on horrour's height,
And when all creatures' ruine was contriv'd,
Did live secure the forty-day-long night:
1A Scotiscism for run, which frequently occurs To make the world repent, that good man striv'd, in these poems. C. His swelling engine building in their sight.
"But with the wicked what can well succeed, In whom perswasions obstinacy breed."
Whil'st sin ore-flow'd the world, God' swrath oreflam'd,
Which when rais'd high, downe flouds of vengeance As Noah's preaching oft times had proclaim'd, (Heavens threatning straight to drown the highest towers.) [stream'd, Clouds clustred darkenesse, lightnings terrour And rumbling thunders usher'd ugly shoures; Whil'st ravenous tempests swallow'd up the light, Day (dead for feare) brought forth abortive night.
From guests prophane that th' Earth might be redeem'd,
The lights of Heaven quench'd in their lanternes lay,
The cloudy conduits but one cisterne seem'd,
Whil'st (save the waters) all things did decay:
The fire drown'd out, Heavens all dissolv'd were
Ayre water grew, the earth as wash'd away:
By monstrous storms, whil'st all things were ore-
Then (save God's wrath) in all the world nought
Whil'st fondly they proud weaknesse did bewray, (Who can the deeps of his high judgements sound?) By making their owne tongues their hearts betray, The thund'rer straight those Titans did confound: Here divers tongues the worke of men did stay, Which afterwards the worke of God did ground. "One meanes made Christians joyne, and Ethnicks jarre,
Did helpe th' apostles, Babel's builders marre."
Men to the mountaines did for helpe repaire,
Whence them the waves did violently chase;
In nature's scorne, came scaly squadrons there,
The forrest's guests inheriting their place:
By too much water, no, for lacke of ayre,
All were confounded in a little space.
"One creature needs all th' elements to live,
But death to all one element can give."
That moving masse against the storme did strive,
Which all the creatures of the world contayn'd;
As through the deepes it through theclouds did drive,
Not by the compasse, nor the rudder rayn'd:
No port, no land was, where it could arrive,
Whil'st th' earth with waters levell all remain'd.
The waves (the world all else as hush'd) at once,
Roard forth a consort with men's dying grones.
But when ore all God's breath did ruine blow,
The arke with others sinne from death did save:
Him whom the raging flouds did not orethrow,
Who (of God's judgements judge) did all perceive
A little liquor did at last o'rethrow,
Which to his sonne to mocke occasion gave.
"Thus drunkennesse disdainefull scorne doth breed,
A fertile vice which others still succeed."
When purpos'd to dissolve quicke clouds of dust, God's wrath (as stubble) sinners doth devoure; That towne to sacke, which had not ten men just, He brimstone rain'd (O most prodigious shoure!) Their bodies burn'd, whose soules were burn'd with lust,
As the first world did first by pride offend,
Whose burning rage to such a height did runne,
That it to quench, God did the waters bend:
O drunkennesse, the second world's first sinne,
The course of vice that element must end,
Which is oppos'd to that which did begin.
In every thing God's justice we may spy, [dry."
"As flouds drown'd pride, flames drunkennesse must
What fayre was, ugly, what was sweet, grew sowre, Yet of that fire, Lot scap'd the great deluge, "God's holy mountaine is a sure refuge."
The peopled world soone left the Lord to feare,
And Sathan in their soules did raise his throne;
O what a burden, Nature, do'st thou beare,
Since that to sinne and live seeme both but one!
Men Babel's towers against the starres did reare,
Since like deserving, fearing what was gone,
As though that God could but one plague command;
(Ah, fooles) what strength against his strength can
I thinke not of the ruine of those states,
Which since but strangers to the ground of grace,
Were carried head-long with their owne conceits,
And even (though brightly) blindely ran their race:
God's firme decrees, which fondly they call'd fates,
Did bound their glory in a little space. [mindes,
Whil'st tempests huge toss'd their tumultuous
Like reeds by rivers wav'ring with all windes.
Such rais'd not for their good, but for God's ends,
When bent his owne to punish, or support,
Doe (as his arrowes) hit but where he tends,
Else of themselves their power doth not import;
His spotted flocke, when he to purge intends,
They are but tooles us'd in a servile sort,
To fanne or cleanse, such fannes or besomes are,
Which afterwards he not in wrath doth spare.
Proud Ashur first did daunt all other soiles,
Till barbarous Persia did become her head;
The Greekes did glory in the Persian's spoiles,
Whose prince at last, Rome did in triumph leade;
Rome (ravishing the earth) bred bloudy broiles,
Yet was by whom she scorn'd a widdow made.
"The world a tennis-court, the rackets fates,
Great kings are balls, when God will tosse their
To them whom God to doe great things doth chuse,
He generous mindes, and noble thoughts imparts,
And doth in them all qualities infuse,
That are requir'd to act heroicke parts;
Of matters base, then making others muse,
He breaks their sprites, and vilifies their hearts.
"As greatnesse still a gallant minde preceeds,
A staggering courage ruine still succeeds."
Of Greece and Rome, the glory mounting high,
Did minds amaze, (made all the Muses song)
On both the wings of worth, whil'st it did flye,
By valour rais'd, borne up on learning long;
But (loe) both base in abject bondage lye, [strong.
Whose brood proves now as faint, as once thought
That with their empires (made their enemies' spoiles)
Their sprites seeme too transferr'd to forraine soiles.
For, nations once which strangers were to fame, On whom (as monsters) civill lands did gaze; Those who in scorne did them barbarians name, Doe now farre passe in all which merits praise: Thus glorie's throne is made the seate of shame, Who were obscure, doe honour highest raise.
To rest on them and theirs, lewes who did cry,
For Christ's contemned bloud, had what they sought;
"Then bloud, no burden with more weight doth lye,"
Even as they his, so was their orethrow wrought:
They by the Roman power did make him dye,
And them the Roman power to ruine brought:
Whil'st for their cause, God every thing had curst,
Rome's mildest emperour prov'd for them the worst.
Then did the world's delight her terrour prove,
And harmes perform'd fore-told by sacred breath:
Nought rested where the stately city stood,
Save heapes of horrour rais'd of dust and bloud.
As weigh'd by God, still ballanc'd hangs this round,
Which sinne (grown heavy) now quite downward
Exhausted courage, horrour shall confound,
Till Hope's high towers rest all oreflow'd with feares:
All shall together fall, as by one wound,
Not having time to flye, no, not for teares.
On day as night (as on the wearied sleepe)
Jerusalem the faire, Iehovah's love,
Repudiated by disdainefull wrath,
A bastard race did beare, whom nought could move; Death steales on life, and judgement's way doth
A vile adultresse violating faith;
So are all those of this which I proclaime,
A puffe, a glance, a shadow, or a dreame.
Those temporall plagues are but small smokes of ire,
To breach a breast which is not arm'd with faith,
And are when God due vengeance doth require,
Of indignation drops, weake sparkes of wrath;
As lightning is to Hell's eternall fire,
Or to a tempest huge, a little breath.
All clearely see who life's short race doe rinne,
Though this last judgement they would not admit,
That fatall doome inflicted first for sinne,
Which (whilst not look'd for) doth most certaine hit,
And of all soules the processe doth beginne;
For straight when death arrests, the fudge doth sit.
To beare this charge, all fortifie the minde,
"As death us leaves, so judgement shall us finde.”
Death each man daily sees, but none fore-sees,
The wage of sinne, the iubilee of cares,
First judgement threatned base corruption's lees,
Inheritance that serves all Adam's heires,
And marshalling (not partiall) all degrees,
The charge enjoyn'd for no respect that spares;
What agues, wounds, thoughts, pains, all breaching
Are heraulds, serjeants, vshers, posts of Death.
Death dores to enter at, and darts to wound,
Hath as the Heaven hath starres, or sea hath sands;
What though not sicke, not stab'd, not choak'd,
Age, matchlesse enemy, all at last commands?
O what designes the emperour pale doth bound,
Built of bare bones, whose arch triumphall stands !
Ah, for one's errour, all the world hath wept,
The golden fruit, a leaden dragon kept.
Then since Sinne's hang-man, nature's utter foe,
By whom true life is found, life's shadow lost,
A thousand fancies interrupting so,
When least expected, doth importune most:
Haste, haste your reck'nings, all must pay, and goe,
Guests of the world, poore passengers that post,
"And let us strive (a change thus wisely made)
To dye alive, that we may live when dead."
All thinke whil'st sound, what sicknesse may succeed,
How in the bed imprison'd ye may be,
When every object loathsomnesse doth breed,
Within, without, that soule, or eyes can see,
To trembling nature, which still death doth dread,
Whil'st griefe paints horrour in a high degree,
The body in the bed, thoughts in it roule,
The conscience casting up a bitter scroule.
But when th' externall powers begin to faile,
That neither tongue can give, nor eares receive,
Friends (wretched comforters) retir'd to waile,
To agonize the soule alone doe leave,
Which Sathan straight with squadrons doth assaile,
Then bent to force whom first he did deceive; 、
Who once entic'd, then to accuse beginnes,
To wakened soules upbraiding buried sinnes.