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The liquid labyrinth, thou who first did'st prove, Which barbarous customes founded to remove,
By sulphurous thunder battered from above,
Yet (as orethrown) them hopelesse to ore-throw, O! hatefull monster, since the world began, Which with thine owne could never yet be pleas’d, Those which at powers of armed emperours spur'd,
With scored squadrons did disdain'd remove: For lacke of rayment cold, for hunger wan,
Are at an instant then, charg'd, sack'd, and With what thou hast, though many might be eas'd,
burn'd. Thou poison'st first the quiet minde of man, Whose fury since can never be appeas'd:
Brave citizens which have resisted long, But seekes both sea and land with endlesse care,
Till their dismantled towne all naked stands, And wants but wings to violate the aire.
And are by weakenesse left unto the strong, That which encroach'd on every bordering shore,
All taken, kill'd, or sold (like beasts) in bands, By oft renu'd assaults usurpiog myles,
As bound of right to suffer all the wrong,
Of railing tongues, or of outragious hands :
Ah! if one house when onely fir'd by chance, Spoil'd of all moisture, save man's fruitlesse teare. Doth straight confound a city all with feare,
What minde can think, though thoughts the same What hideous object! what a horrid sight!
entrance, O terrour strange which even I quake to thinke! How those inhabitants themselves shall beare, Where all of late was levell at one height, (sinke, Whose townes (like lightning) vanish with a glance, Their mountaine's mount, and fields farre down do Whilst them a moment doth in pieces teare? All pav'd with monsters, which if painting right,
This with amazement may benumme the minde, Feare would make paper blacke, and pale my inke: But will seeme'small, a greater then divin'd. The seas with horrour so arrest my hand, I must amaz'd retire me to the land.
Base iniser, thou who by all meanes bast us'd, The land where pleasure lodg’d, where rest did rest, To bruise the poore, and on their spoiles to feed, Which did abound in fruits, in fowles, and beasts,
In measure, weight, and quality abus'd, Of which (all good) none could discerne the best,
Whil'st of all evils, dearth is the least they dread, In number more (though many) then men's tastes, which might of thousands have releer'd the
That wealth by thee even to thy selfe refus'd, Which should refresh fraile nature when distress'd, Though them fond man superfluously wastes:
need: Till that the Earth doth to a chaos turne, [burne. Shall all in flames upbraid thee with Hell's fire, Which since his teares not wash, his sinnes shall
Whose use then at thy hands God will require. Where are the flowry fields, the fishy streames, Thou who to riches wast preferr'd from nought, The pasturing mountaines, and the fertile plaines, Though once but poore, contemn'd, of base degree, With sbadowes oft, oft clad with Titan's beames, For whom at length all realmes by shippes were As of Heaven's pleasures types, and of Hell's paines?
sought, (Thus in our brest, some thoughts each moment So that no winde could blow but serving thee, claimes,
Yet would not comfort those who starv'd in ought, To curbe rash joy with contemplation's raines:) Not mindefull what thou wast, nor what to be: Where are all those delights in league with sense, As naked born, thou naked shalt retume, Which make a Heaven when here, a Hell when Else kept to see thy wealth, thy selfe next burne.
hence ? Thou who thy thoughts from no fond course re
Those stately statues which great townes doe grace, claimes,
And monuments (as rare) which mindes amaze, But do'st thy eyes with pleasant objects cloy,
The world's seven wonders, wondred at a space, And let'st thy heart have all at which it aymes,
Whilst strangers long did on their reliques gaze, Bent of the sonnes of men to want no joy;
If that ere then time doe them not deface, Those to thy sleeping soule are all but dreames,
A little flash shall even their ruines raze, Which waking findes this treasure but a toy :
Which onely serve to witnesse to each sigbt, Thinke, thinke, when all confounded thus remaines, Their idle builder's vanity and might. If temporall joy be worth eternall paines.
Those palaces amongst rare things enrol'd, Those stately townes, whose towres did brave Hea-Which architectors' numbrous art bewray, ven's rounds,
With interlaced roofes, emboss'd with gold, Their kingdome's quintessence for wealth and skill, On marbled walles which costly workes array, A state's abridgement drawn in little bourds, Though rich without, yet worthy but to hold, Which are (whil'st them guests of all lands doe fill) A richer riches, which within doth stay, Mappes of the world, deduc'd from divers grounds Past emulation, admiration's marke; Where all life's parts are act'd, both good and ill, All their great pompe doth perish with a sparke.
Those second Edens, gardens of delight,
Then every one of them to Hell repaires, Where time's bright patron justly parts the houres, or else a greater heat doth drink up theirs. Where men to gaze, all objects doe invite, In alwaies lying walkes, and growing bowres, Great monarchs, whom ambitious hopes do drive, In smelling beds with pleasure ravish'd quite, To raise their owne by razing others' thrones, Whil'st wandring in a labyrinth of flowers,
Who spare no wayes that there they may arrive, Where art with nature still for praise contends, Through orphan's teares, man's bloud, and woman's A strife though oft times judgd, which never ends:
And all those earthly mindes which for th' earth Where Flora's treasures with Pomopa's strive, By passing bounds, and altering setled stones; Low shining groves with shadow'd light3 above, All such that day not lords of their owne grave, Whil'st art (by engines rais'd,) do'h water drive, Shall have no earth, nor them no earth shall have, Borne through the ayre an uncouth way to prove, And by all sounds which creatures can contrive, The Earth, as glorying in her changed state, To melt in mirth, would melancholy move: With face all bright with fames, seemes lightning Those pleasant parts shall straight abhorr'd remaine,
smiles, As where salt sowne, or showres of brimstone raine. Whilst free from wounds and toils, indur'd of late,
Oft burn'd, oft freez'd, which every day defiles, Those walking worms, which (with worms' spoiles Though forc'd she must conceive (a fertile mate) array'd)
Her husband's hopes who often times beguiles. Would purchase homage from each credulous eye, And as she would revenge all troubles past, And yet (as asses) worth an asse not weigh'd, She yeelds up man whom she had hid at last. Whil'st having bought of worth, but what they buy, They shall see that which so their fancies sway'd, That element which, onely needing aid, The Tyrian purple, and th’ Assyrian dye:
May be made more, and doth on others feed, Of pride the badges, and the baits of lust,
Whose piercing powers can in no bounds be staid; Though kept with toile from dust, all turn'd to dust. Such bodies small that thickned rarenesse breed,
The onely essence, which can not be weigh'd, Those glorious roomes of darkenesse, robbing night, and void of weight, doth alwayes upward speed. Where even the walls rich garments doe invest, That soone may seize on all when once set free, Where ivory beds, with gold all glancing bright, Which infinitly multipli'd may be. Are made for show, as others are for rest, And objects need to entertaine the sight,
But lest my furie be too farre declin'd, Which lodge (since great) a seldome sleeping guest: That with the fames to flie have strip'd in vaine, Now at this last alarme to them who live,
I must a space within my selfe confin'd, They then a cottage no more comfort give. Fresh succours seek to charge of new againe ;
so great amazement hath ore-whelm'd my minde, Those pretious stones which most in worth excell,
That now I ju an agony remaine. Por vertue least, for vanity much sought,
But he who did in fierie tongues descend, Pearles, rubies, diamonds, from rocke, from shell,
As through the fire, will leade me to the end. From depths of flouds, from mountains' entrails
THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGEMENT,
Who sleep in graves a mighty voyce doth wake;
Seas give account of all whom they have drown'd; To art and nature both a speciall friend,
The Earth her guests long bid in haste gives backe: Then when of it the needfull use is gone;
Those who then live are at an instant chang'd, What it maintain'd, it likewise belps to end. Though not from life, yet still from death estrang'd.. And thus the Earth (thongh cold )with fire then stor d, To barne it selfe materials doth afford. Those bathing springs which free physitians prove, So great a power my sacred guide imparts, Yet for all evils one onely cure can show,
That still my Muse doth raise her vent'rous flight, The which may seeme whil'st boyling up above, Thongh with confusion compassid on all parts, A part of Phlegeton ore-fow'd below:
My troubled thoughts dare on no object light; But for man's health nought can from thence remove, The world by flames (a charmer) justly smarts, Where he doth dwell who would the world orethrow, Whose ashes pow seeme to upbraid my sight;
THE FOURTH HOURL.
. Though feares would quench those fires my breast | Such bosomes serpents nurse whose stings they try, that burne,
Pride, æmulation, envy, ielousie. Yet I must sing, that thousands else may mourne.
As prick'd with thorne some in their beals doe roule, To plague proud man who look'd of late aloft,
Whilst charg'd with thoughts, which but their cares The Earth still pure, till made by him uncleane,
abuse, By whome, as fierce for blood, or by lust soft,
And make that mettall idols of their soule; She (forc'd to beare) in both abus'd bad beene,
Which in a calfe the lewes great ludge did bruise; Straight (as a strumpet prostituted oft)
Their greedy course whilst nothing can controule, Now by her lovers naked shall be seene;
Though having more then they themselves can An odious masse (even in her owners' eyes)
use; (As bruis’d by thunder) wbilst she with’red lyes.
Like them who drinke more then they can digest, Now of all states the fatall period comes,
Who keepe the appetite, but not the taste. Which showes how time was short, world's great- The Devill in darkenesse held most powerfull still, nesse small;
Some when retir'd imagine mischiefe strange, Fierce Vulcan's fury Neptune's so orecomes,
And to shed blood doe dedicate their will, That not one drop remaines to weepe his fall; Whilst tortur'd with a fury of revenge ; Loe, all the world one continent becomes,
More guilty he who in his heart doth kill, Whereas save man no creature lives at all;
Although his course (if disappointed) change; The sea to earth, the earth all turnes to fire,
Then he who doth by chance one's death proA monstrous comet threatning coming ire.
cure, 0! what a vault I see of angels' wings,
“ No member guilty, if the minde be pure.” Whose greater brightnesse makes the fires decline! Though beds should be as private graves for rest, A glorious guard fit for the King of kings,
While as death's image doth seize living dust, Whilst they (like rayes) about that Sunne doe shine.
Yet some (runne mad) as raging in a pest,
Voluptuouslie their fancies surfet must,
A filthie fury popsoning the brest,
With strange delights of a prodigious last; Whilst flames (as mysts) doe lie before his sight.
The which whilst walking so corrupts their will,
That when they sleepe, it doth delude them still. Those blessed bands in state of grace which stood, (As ministers admitted unto God) To mortalls sometime which tould tidings good,
Not onely shall this sudden charge surprise, And oft did strike with indignation's rod;
Such in their sinnes as do from God rebell, They, who till com'd, this time not understood,
But even all those who evils by night devise, With Christ arise all ready at his nod;
As loving darknesse, shall in darknesse dwell : And free from envy which did marre their mates,
Who with a conscience calme all feares despise, Doe seeke with joy the partners of their states.
Not having hope of Heaven, nor feare of Hell:
Such to an owle make God inferiour be, The dregs of Adam's race shall soone disclose
As if by night, night's maker nought could see. What God's decree involv'd in clouds doth keepe, That time, that time, which must confound all those, Wing'd messengers may then even some arrest, Whose thoughts are plung'd in pleasure's ground. Who, rioting till quite exhausted all, Jesse deepe,
(Whilst in their vomits wallowing they rest) Even then perchance (that nature may repose)
From men to beasts, from beasts to nought do When all the senses buried are in sleepe;
fall: Ah! how those eyes unclos'd amaz'd remaine,
Those dead (though living) who can but deteste, Which from that time should never close againe.
As Nature's monsters mankinde to appall ?
In them who have their reason drown'd in wine, O ten times curst! whom Christ that time shall firde, No sparke of God's, nor Nature's light doth shine. Still hatching evill, defrauding Nature's due, Whilst darkenesse makes the eyes (though open) Some rating pleasure at too high a price, blinde,
Who with the light do lay all shame aside, And makes the minde what it affects to view, Do prostitute their souls to every vice; Which (wing'd with thoughts) fare swifter then the If not then free (by beastlinesse) from pride; winde,
Then their whole states oft venture on the dice, Though (still confin'd) doth all, over all, pursue ;
As who in nought but fortune do confide; What doubtfull projects flote within bis brest, By many odious oath such mock God's might, Who dreames yet sleepes not, lyes, but doth not True works of darkenesse worthy of the night. rest.
Fond worldlings there involv'd in vaine delight, When that crown'd bird which Peter's braggs did who to the senses fraile indulgent are,
And (as soft sounds the courage do invite) (As still a friend to light) seemes to cite light, With measur'd madnesse march upon the aire; Some more conceive then ever could be borne, Whil'st from themselves by pleasure ravish'd quite, Whilst big with monsters of imagin'd might, What it provokes no kinde of sport they spare; And aiery names with shadowes to adorne, Their eares attending musick's soule to have, Doe build high hopes which fall, ere at the height; Of this dread blast the first assault receive
By stratagems a captaine boldly wise,
Their twice-borne bodies when put on they have, His enemie's campe (not look'd for)oft confounds, First from the belly, last now from the grave. But when he first doth sentinels surprise, That all about the neighbouring bounds rebounds, Those gather up their garments from the dust, In breasts unarm'd what terrour strange doth rise, Which prison'd are in Pluto's ugly cels, Whilst drummes yeeld deadly, trumpets lively. Though loath to part theuce, where returne they sounds ?
must, Whilst shouts make deafe, amazement dumbe, dust As then their conscience inwardly them tels, Ere swords the bodie, feare doth kill the minde. They know their Iudge as terrible, as just,
Will but confirme their holding of the Hells, So shall it be with all those broken bands,
Yet all their processe must deduced be, (As for the godly they watch still prepard) That saints God's justice, and their faults may see. Then when life's Lord doth come to judge all lands; Like fishes angled, or like beasts ensnar'd, [brands, Foure elements with foure complexions make, Those whom Hell's badge for endlesse darknesse This mortall masse soone rais'd, and soone oreNot having power to wish, are straight despair’d;
throwne, And soone do see what now they not attend, And when that it turns to corruption backe, · Ere thought by them begun, all at an end. With what accrest each doth crave back the owne,
The waters all the liquid substance take, What hideous charge all to compeer compels, Th’ayre breath, fire active heat, th' earth earth well Whose sound may show what breath the blast doth
Which all though thus in their first fountains drown'd, No cannons, thunders, tempests, trumpets, bells, Not take nor leave, but are the same still found, Nor yet all joyn’d, so huge a noise could breed; Since heard in Heaven, on Earth, aud in the Hells, The Lord doth not (which some would fondly doubt) Till dreadfull silence doth over all succeed: As once in Eden a creation use, The hearkening world seemes all become one eare, As if the first consum'd were all worne out, The grave gives place, the dead his voice do heare. That he not knows their substance where to chuse,
No these same bodies which we beare about, All you who on, or in the dust, do lodge,
The Lord will raise, and cleare or else accuse : A great great court I cite you to attend,
When done by God, then wonders are not strange,
The quality and nothing else doth change.
Of our fraile spoils each part (where made a prey) What from his servant's mouth none would conceive, He who doth watch our dust will straight require; Heare from himselfe, even what doth damne, or save.
That which the waters washed have away,
What was in Aames exhausted by the fire, Passe, passe, swift angels, ore each region range,
That which (winde's scorn) toss'd through the ayre Force all to rise who ever downe did lye;
did stray, What in their essence th' elements did change,
And what to earth all rotten did retire : Bid them restore, that Christ all fesh may spie;
All at an instant shall together go, You are the gathrers, this that vintage strange,
To recontinue, not beginning so. Which
is all souls what stuffe hath beene, must try; | The husband's hopes, which Ceres first renown'd, Twixt Heaven and Hell this is a judgement great, To judge each one their owne, contentions date.
Must buried rot, made lesse, to be made more;
Yet wrestle up (though in the earth still bound) The word them gives by which they thus are sought, In forme more pleasant, multipli'd in store: Power to obey, else were the charge but vaine,
So shall our dust (though swallow'd in the ground) That word which first did make them all of nought, Spring from corruption brighter then before, May now of something make them soone againe ;
In bodies new, whose state none can surmise, Past numbring, numbers are together brought,
Laid mortall downe, but must immortall rise. That some may thinke what bounds can them conWho makes the dead to rise at bis decree, staine: Those creeping creatures which with silks conceive, May make a roome where they may marshalld be. Bred first of seed, their food with toils acquite,
Then what they gaine must all to others leave, The heavenly soules which with fraile bodies bound, And lye (stretch't out) wrapt up in funerall white: Did act together on this earthly stage,
Yet straight reviv'd, where buried burst the grave, Though subtile they of divers deeps did sound,
And mount aloft with wings all altered quite. In which grosse organs could not then engage:
In wormes (men's types) those who do mark this Yet in all actions equall partners found,
change, By reason led or head-long borne by rage.
How can they thinke the resurrection strange? Though once divorc'd, they marry must againe, To joyne in joy, or in eternall paine.
As man like milk was at the first pourd out,
Then straight like cheese turn'd all to cruds at once, Those heavenly sparks which are flowne up above, Till clad with skinne (his sex made free from doubt) To shine in glory, and in zeale to burne;
With sinews joyn'd, and fortifi'd with bones; And shall of pleasure the perfection prove,
When as the Moone hath chang'd thrice, thrice about, With mortall vails which mask'd of late did mourne:
He doth burst forth, neglecting mother's grones, They from their place a moment must remove, And (though from bim at first as weake teares flow) With Christ in triumph glorious to returne;
Doth straight of God a talking image grow.
So sowne by death where rests fraile mortals' seed, | But yet a part most knowne by fame design'd, The earth concciv'd, shall straight (big-bellyed) May leave a more impression in the minde.
shake, And though at first a moving masse doth breed, The first great troupe inuding from the deep, Not travell shall till time her birth ripe make, Which long have wandred with the watrie brood, Whilst vitall moysture ashes dry doth feed, Which glutted Neptune in bis caves did keep That marrow bones, bones flesh, flesh skinne doth | When all his guests were surfeited of food, Till all at last unto perfection worne, (take, Are those amid'st the roaring waves who sleep, Graves are delivered, mankinde is new borne. Since first they fell drown'd by the generall flood:
Those who of God the threatenings still did scorne, The spritual powers shall soone have repossessid,
Till Death at once one fleece ore all had shorne. Their ancient roomes restor'd to them by grace, Which were (they thence by nature's rigour press’d) What deluge strange doth from that deluge flow, To death by sinne morgag'j but for a space;
Of monstrous people terrible to see? But now (they free who had beene thus distress'd) Whose stature shows what time they had to grow; All members move, power pour'd in every place. The dwarfes with them, with us would giants be: What could corrupt all worne upto an end, Ere bended was the many colour'd bow, They spirituall bodies, bodied sprits ascend, All that bad falne rise from corruption free. Then shall not weaknesse (passing each degree)
Where raging deeps had justly lodg’d their dust,
Still drown'd when dead, who burn'd alive with lust. A progresse have perfection to attaine, But from infirmity made freely free, (gaine; They shape, proportion, strength, and knowledge Where fertile Nilus mollifies the minde;
Thence comes the tyrant who did sway the state, All qualities at once accomplis'd be,
Whom (to confirme his owne with wonders great) That to augment there nothing doth remaine ;
God did obdure, and made by brightnesse blinde, The first and second birth do differ farre,
With guilded slaves, which, Aattering his conceit, First men were made, now rais'd, then grew, now are.
The Lord to him would needs inferior finde, Some Gentiles fond who from the truth did stray,
Those all like him by his example made, (When by th' apostles told) did scorne this once,
As oft to sinne he shall to judgement leade.
Mad men to whom by wond'rous blows abroad, That by Prometheus men were made of clay,
The arme of God had justly terrour brought; And by Deucalion quickened out of stones.
Poole that had seene the proofe of Aron's rod, Thas had their souls to see the truth no eyes,
What danger wasthou might'st in time have thought, “Who loath the light, God gives them over to lyes." | The same in show, but not in substance wrought:
Whil'st vaine magicians emulating Gud, Great armies oft as if one body move,
Vaine sophists (to be mock'd) but mock the eyes, Whose soul it seemes the trumpet's sound doth sway, Truth, (naked) truth, lyes are (though painted) So when this charge is thundred from above,
lyes. One moment makes who were, or are, obey. O strange alarme! what must this meeting prove, What made the doubt, that he whom thou didst spie, Where ruine onely hath prepar'd the way? (there, Turne streames to bloud, might mixe them with thy All knowne when mustred (though not numbred). bloud, A dreadfull censor no man's spot will spare. That he who made thy land's first bome to dye,
Would save the lives of (his friend) Abraham's brood, Those which the deeps disgested did containe, Where his might march he who the deeps did dry, As bent to drink those who them oft did drink, That he would make them drowne who him with To heaven exbal'd, though still'd througb fruits by
stood ? That dainty tastes more delicate them think: [raine, “But those whom God will lose he makes them Their trunks drawn down when onee throwne up Those head-long runde who are for wrack design'd.” againe,
[sink: Though dead and buried, move, not swimme, nor They who with haste the Hebrew host pursu'd, A death which drunkards do deserve to have, Whose glancing armes each eye, shouts filled each To lye with liquor in a kiquid grave. Of them whom Thetis kiss'd till kil'd of late,
Who lack'd no stately show, which might when Whilst their three mates they in her bosome leave, la them breed courage, and in others feare, Some winds, and wares, against each rock do beat, Who did themselves as if in triumph beare:
Their foes contemn'd (as if they were subdu'd) 'Till them for food the scalie troups receave; That fishes men, men may those fishes eat,
And (spuing blasphemy from pride's low height) Chang'd quality, and forme, whose flesh may have.
Even challenge durst the Lord of hoasts to fight. Man's substance it may transubstantiate oft, But shall the same that first, mount last aloft.
Loe, from the mudde they now creepe poorely out,
As from a prison which upbraids their blame, Muse, do not strive above thy strength to mount, And spoild of all which compass'd them about, As mortal's braines those hosts could comprehend, Rise naked up, yet kept by feare from shame; Which not sea's sands, nor yet Heaven's starres can The trumpet makes them tremble (though earst count,
stout) Whil'st swarming forth their judgment to attend, As thinking it their sentence will proclaime; They arithmetick's rules do farre surmount; (end, And even great Pharo, vile amidst his owne, When, rais’d from dust, more thick then dust in th' Can by no signe wore then the rest be knowne.