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"None vertue should adore, all reverence must,
Men should delight in it, not in it trust."

What mountains were of murd❜red bodies made,
Which till falne dust, the dust did not réceive,
Of Ashur, Persia, Greekes and Romans dead, [have,
Who whil'st that they more earth, them earth would
Whil'st of the world each striving to be head,
Those members maim'd which it to rule did crave?
Then though all lands one onely did adore,
As pent in too strict bounds, yet one sought more.

Of bones unburied, what huge heaps were rear'd
By Tentons, Cimbers, Gaules, great by doing harmes,
By Vandals, Allans, Hunnes, and Goths long fear'd,
Danes, Longobards, and Sarazens in swarmes ?
For which long time those fields could not be ear'd,
Where they to death had offred up their armes :
Whil'st where to live, to winne more lands then set,
Where they might dye, who onely land could get.

Thence (never buried) many bodie springs,
Where of all lands oft armies did contend,
Kill'd by the senate, emperours, or kings,
But most by him who did to Carthage send,
(Reft from Rome's nobles) bushels full of rings,
And by barbarians lords of all in th' end:
Thus Italy all nations did obey,
And to all nations was expos'd a prey.

That heathenish host by Iuda so abhorr'd,
Whose captaine's railings vengeance to contrive,
A godly king did spread before the Lord,
Whose wrong his soule did most of peace deprive,
Till that an angell with just fury stor❜d,
Did kill of thousands thrice threescore and five:
Those who blaspheming God by him were slaine,
Must rise with feare to looke on God againe.

Then Nature strong, as in her perfect age,
As bees their swarmes, lands colonies sent forth,
Which forc'd by wants, or mov'd by generous rage,
In tempests huge inunded from the north;
Else that high hopes dream'd riches might asswage,
They sought the south as held of greatest worth:
To what it pleas'd, whil'st power a right did claime,
Oft with their dwellers, countries chang'd the name.

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Thence thousands rise with strangers, or their owne,
Where still to broyles the Grecians were inclin'd,
Where all the world at fortune's dice was throwne,
'Twixt sire and sonne in law, not love combin'd;
By vertues clients fall, which fields were knowne,
Of all, who onely the state's good design'd :

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That scorn'd diviner is with them expos'd,
(Fooles who fore-know, not for their fate provide)
Who by his wife, when lurking was disclos'd,
And whom at last the earth did as strangely hide,
And that the cave which burn'd might so be clos'd,
He as Rome's best who under ground did ride:
There greedy to doe good, or fame to give,
That where his body dyed, his name might live.

Some feaver strange, when surfeits seeme to move,
Those of the earth, who in the entrails dwell,
Whil'st it (though trembling) raging seemes to prove,
If it may drinke the world, and spue forth Hell,
They from the dust as quickly shall remove,
As those by powder, who in powder fell:
By tyrants fierce whil'st pin'd, no, freed from paine,
Who falne on th' earth, or toss'd through th' ayre

Now Orpheus shall not need (as poets faine)
To charm the Furies with harmonious sounds,
Nor Hercules by violence in vaine,

To force the dungeons of the shadowy bounds,
The guests below, shall once turne backe againe,
To see (what they have lost) superior rounds :
The prince of darknesse will be pleas'd with this,
Since sure to have them judg'd for ever his.

The Earth her entrails quickly shall discharge,
That God at once all who had soules may see,
All prisoners at last, death must enlarge,
At that great iubily, as once set free,
Who were so long in passing Charon's barge,
Soone from oblivion's floud, brought backe shall be:
Ere Cerberus can barke, all shall be gone,

And ere they can be miss'd, turn'd every one.
Those whom soft Egypt, alwaies slave to lust,
By spices, oyntments, balmes, and odours rare,
To scorne corruption, and to mocke the dust,
Did keep (when lost) with a ridiculous care,
And us'd as pledges oft to purchase trust,
Their bones worth nought when clad, worth lesse

when bare,

Their vailes renu'd, no sooner they resume,
Then whom at first corruption did consume.
Those pyramides whose points seem'd (threatning
Not solitary tombes, but courted thrones; [Heaven)
The huge Mausoleum, one of wonders seaven;
That obeliske, which grac'd Augustus' bones;
Late monuments those æmulous to eaven,
Of marble, porphyr, iaspe, aud precious stones:.
None hides his guest from this great Judge's sight,
Nor yet him sends more gorgeous to the light.

Of place the distance, distant time not breeds,
Some who a field impurpled by their fall,
Whose entrails straight another mansion needs,
Lest else corruption might encroach on all,
Their bodies, friends (as oft for pompe succeeds)
Not seeme (farre borne) to burie, but enstall:
But though each part a severall kingdome takes,
A sudden union now one moment makes.

That dreame-diviner by two tribes call'd Syre,
(Though by them lost) who did his brothers save,
His dust from Goshen quickly shall retire,
And with the rest, a second Hymen have,
Where though long dead, as faith did first inspire,
His bones for his, possession did receive:

Or since by him so benefited once,
That land ingrate to frustrate of his bones,

The third time then some live, from tombes rais'd (Their resurrection represented else) [twice, Whom death (it seem'd) did but a while disguise, For acting wonders which amazement tels; When wak'd by force, as who did drousie rise, They drawne from Lethe, or oblivion's cels: Straight with the place all priviledge did leave, Made as who dream'd, or in high feavers rave.

Till soar'd from hence, where they so long have striv'd,

Still charg'd with flesh, all soules infirme remaine;
And with their burdens those who were reviv'd,
Their former frailties did resume againe;
So that unknowing where a space they liv'd,
Maym'd memory was bounded by the braine:
Through earthly organs spectacles impure,
Soules reach but objects, such as they procure.

Some fondly curious, would have then enquir'd, What lodgings last those both-world-guests did leave, Which (if remembred) reverenc'd, and admir'd, They would not wrong by words what none conceive;

Great Paul (whose selfe could not tell how) retir'd,
Whom the third Heaven (when ravish'd) did receive:
He what he saw return'd, could not relate,
Past mortals' senses, to immortals great.

Such soules when last to their first tents turn'd backe,
Their toiles thereby, and others' glory grew, [make,
Whilst to the world that way, God cleare would
That faith (when firme) might death it selfe subdue;
But then they flesh as when first left did take,
Which now at last the Lord will all renue,
Their resurection when no time confines, [signes.
Whil'st rais'd, ripe fruits, of what they first were

Thus the great Tisbit strangely did restore,
(That none might trouble have who gave him rest)
Hersonne whose victuals did when waste, grow more;
Like to the like, when in like state distrest,
That prophet did, who crav'd his sprit in store,
Not to be press'd by such a second guest, [sleep,
Whose grave wak'd one, that there he might not
Where he (when dead) a quickening power did

The blest Bethanian highly shall rejoyce,
When next he cals who show'd such tender love.
As even to weep for him, as a chiefe choice,
Till he was brought (free from white bands) above,
The first who in the grave did heare that voice,
Which from all graves must make their guests


And greater power when glorified may show, Then from fraile flesh, when but breath'd forth below.

Those soone start up, who quickly come to light,
As to applaud what was accomplish't knowne,
Christ's acting sufferings (when most low) at height,
That the last part on this world's stage was showne;
Else to upbraid, as a prodigious sight,
Them who did haste what bent to have ore-throwne:
And others all thus rais'd, more glad doe rise,
Of soules birth once, then of their bodies thrice.

There come those two, from whence no flesh can know,
Yet not more soone then whom fraile eyes saw dead,
Of which as types one to each world did show,
That mortals might be straight immortall made,
Grosse bodies mount, and some death not orethrow,
A labyrinth whence nature none can leade:
In most evill times most good to be mark'd so,
Those did from hence man's common way not goe.

That godly man, by God judg'd just to be,
Translated was, that he might not see death,
Since it kill'd him, his Lord despis'd to see,
Whil'st poyson'd with vile men's blasphemous breath;
Or else at last from pangs and horrours free,
He priviledg'd from all the signes of wrath,
Did part, not dye, from sinne, not life estrang'd;
"Soules must remove, else have their lodging

Whil'st him, save God, who ought disdain'd to feare,
Vile Baal's scourge, of kings who scorn'd the ire,
With flaming steeds a burning coach did beare,
The winde made wagoner, an angell squire,
"Twixt this grosse globe, and the celestiall sphere,
Zeale triumph did, even as it fought, with fire:
That Heaven and Earth both might his glory know,
As earst his toiles, when but contemn'd below.

As where he lives or lyes, to turne, or stay,
To dispute easie is, hard to conclude;
The Lord perchance committed him to clay,
As one with whom he on Mount Tabor stood:
Else not dissolv'd, but chang'd when borne away,
And (some thinke) kept a part yet to doe good:
For without all, no saints perfected be,
The maid-borne body so Heavens onely see.

A loud alarme, still doubling from above,
(The word eternall may make breath abound)
All this vast circuit doth a trumpet prove,
Whose concave wastes not, but maintains the sound,
At the first blast, nought else save it did move,
As driry silence had prepar'd the ground;
But till all ears be fill'd it higher swels,
A horrid echo roaring from the Hells.

Those guilty soules what further comfort shields, From sleepe whose conscience with the body starts, Even when they see (as grasse) ov'r all the fields, Men grow about them? O what frozen hearts! Earth labour'd long, a monstrous harvest yeelds, Which straight Heaven's husband, loe, grinds, sifts, and parts:

Who can but thinke how such endure this sight?
And yet what they attend, makes it seeme light.
He who them hates when God the just doth grace,
Both griefe and envy torture him at once,
Of two who rest companions in one place,
Th' one pleas'd, is glad, the other desp'rate, mones;
Th' one parts as pointed for eternall peace,
The other sign'd for paine, stayes, howls, and groanes.
Thus of the godlie's good the first degree,
Is, from the wicked that they parted be.

Those creatures who by death did never fall,
That fatall summons do no sooner heare,
Then those whom it forth from the dust doth call,
Where they had slept even many a hundred yeare,
Soules' lodgings thus which had been ruin'd all,
Straight builded then, first perfect do appeare.

The just they first, the reprobate last move, Which sink below, whil'st th' others flie above.

Those temples then which not dissolv'd still stay,
(A mystery difficult to conceive)
All debt of death (not dying) shall defray,
The other life straight com'd, ere this them leave,
The bodies then (all frailty burn'd away)
Well quintessenc'd, new qualities receive,
Which though still quicke, yet in their sinnes quite
Ere mortall prov'd, shall be immortall made.


If oft to gaze a multitude remaines,

To hold his court whil'st it some prince attends;
When being met with many stately traines,
He makes a musters of imagin'd friends:
(As by small brooks a floud swolne when it raines)
Till that on him it seemes the world depends.
That pompe to all a reverent awe imparts,
And strikes with terrour malefactors' hearts.

Thinke with what glory Christ his course doth runne, Whil'st thundring terrour, and yet lightning grace, He might come clad with starres, crown'd with the Sunne,

But to his brightnesse such (as base) give place:
His court at first of heavenly hosts begun,
From hence enlarg'd is in a little space.

O what strange noise doth all the world rebound,
Whil'st angels sing, saints shout, and trumpets sound.

My ravish'd soule (transcending reason's reach) So earnest is to surfet on this sight,

That it disdaines what may high thoughts impeach,
Whil'st mounting up to contemplation's height;
Which flight so farre doth passe the power of speech,
That onely silence can pursue it right.

And that my sprit may be refresh'd that way,
It must a space amid'st dumbe pleasures stray.






A great assembly doth with state begin,
And of some soules the processe is surveigh'd,
So more to tax the Iews', and Christians' sinne,
Here in the balance is before them layd,
Each Ethnick's part to be compar'd, brought in
In judgment now, their errours to upbraid:
Yet all excuses, which such can revolve,
Do damne but others, not themselves absolve.

O WHAT strange sight! what monstrous' meeting
One moment musters all the ages gone;
Borne, flown, driv'n, or drawn up, I wot not how,
Large is that crowne which compasses the throne;
All for each time whom Nature did allow,
What numbers must they make when joyn'd in one?

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