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That sonne of Amos here much grac'd I spie, All melodie by misery ore-come,
Whose princely birth all parts conforme approve, On trembling willows harps were hanging dumbe.
His threatnings thunder, comforts flowing fie;
This may sinke downe, that ravish up above, Even then whil'st thus all did for Sion mourne,
No Greeke, nor Romane penne, could soare so higb; Their scattred remnant recollectd with paine,
His speech (all power) may admiration move:

Three at three times to luda did returne,
Whilst lifting up all them in God who trust,

The sacred vessels bearing back againe, And levelling proud nations with the dust.

And for God's glory with such zeale did burne,

That though oft hindred, and neare to be slaine : When God in wrath abandon'd had his owne, (Their ruin'd temple with great toile restord) Who not prevented, no, did ruine haste,

They kept the law, what was prophane abhorr'd. This man hath oft by sacred vision showne, That straying Gentiles should be call'd at last;

Long after borne I see with them before, Of Christ to come as cleare a witnesse knowne,

That valorous widow who did free her towne, As were apostles proving what was past : Twixt him and them this sympathie is found,

By beauty arm’d, which purpos'd to decore, That martyrdome(the Christian badge)both crown'd. Though rich in robes) her modestie did crowne,

No wretch, nor lavish, must'ring Nature's store,

To brave an army vent'ring in a gowde: He who long mourn’d (as but to anguish borne,

She kill'd a captaine even amid'st his host, Still passionate) with elegiack straines,

And triumph'd had ere foes could know they lost. For luda's bondage, haughty Babel's scorne, The which (whil'st free) he oft as captive plains; For this by him upbraiding yokes were borne,

To robeing eyes in ambush for delight, Still persecuted, yet despising paines :

(Her dainty treasures by strange fate betray'd) He long was kept his prophesy to stay,

The checks turn'd red, to see the rest so white, In dungeons darke, a stranger to the day.

Which (even when paked) shamefastnesse arrai'd,

Now pale for feare, and straight enflam'd for spite, When Abraham's off-spring were transported all,

Both beautie's colours interchanging strai'd : And what they would not trust, did feeling see,

Lo, one who lov'd true honour more then fame, Their daunted courage labouring to recall,

A reall goodnesse, not a studied name, He who them told what God did then decree, And that they should but for a time be thrall, She who for fairenesse choice of all her kinde, As confident as if they had beene free,

Was made an empresse, get how rare a thing! Did build their temple, painting every part,

Though faire of face, was farre more faire in As it at first was drawn within his heart.

minde;

This did please God, that did but please a king, He who declar'd (interpreting his dreame)

She when her race for ruine was design'd, To Ashur's monarch, monarchs aim'd for great; Them free from harme in greater grace did bring: Whom straight for this he did a prince proclaime, And with her uncle was for good reserv'd. Yet in short space, what height of partiall hate! He Persia's prince, she all the lews preserv'd. A buming fornace (roaring forth a flame) Of him and his two friends became the seat, When heatbnish tyrants, insolently ill, Till them an angel freed from fire's vast pow'r, (What sacred was, made to confusion thrall) And who attended them did soone devoure. Even on God's altar beasts uncleane would kill,

Abhomination desolating all; Thus highly grac'd, and by this wonder knowne, Then, for their law some troupes were constant still, (Base envy onely mischiefe can asswage)

And (suffring freely) did with courage fall : To lyons fierce he for a prey was throwne

A reverent ancient by strange tortures try'd, Which touch'd not him, yet rent his foes in rage; And with seven sonnes a woman martyr dy'd. By strange descriptions mystically showne, He figurd forth the state of every age,

At Modin first a worthie man did rise, Yet did not know what be himselfe did teach,

And straight kill'd one who striv'd to be proNo wonder then though it no other reach.

phane,

His sonnes all arm’d, the Pagans did despise, A number more fill up this happy band,

And three of them did erdlesse glory gaine, Who did their message faithfully performe, Who oft took townes, foil'd hosts, did troops surAnd scorning danger, resolutely stand,

prise, When raging tyrants at the truth would storme; Yet were at last unfortunately slaine: They as if signets in their master's hand,

One bravely fighting, did last wounds imbrace, Gave true impressions, keeping still one forme: And two by friends betrai'd in time of peace. Not fearing paine, nor prizing pleasure ought, Since onely God, and not themselves they sought.

With those else nam'd here stands a number more,

Well knowne to God, though not to fame, nor mee, When captiv'd lews confus’dly forth did presse, Who lov'd his prophets, and did him adore, Though once for state distinguish'd all in ranks, Though still devout, from superstition free, By bondage equall'd, fellows in distresse,

Of their redemption confident before, A rigorous marshall meriting no thanks,

By faith (as com'd) who did their Saviour see: Whil'st swelling breasts did strugling words represse, Dark figures then just reckonings did contrive, Teares turn’d to flouds, they melted on the banks: The law did damne, grace onely doth forgive.

OR,

THE NINTH HOURE.

This great ambassadour whom God did send,

Still taxing sinne, with wickednesse at strife,
DOOMES-DAY;

A tyrant fierce admonish'd to amend,
Who slept in incest with his brother's wife;

What bloody gift to gratifie a friend ?
THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGEMENT. (Too prodigall of such a pretious life)

He with his head vaine foolery did defray,
A wanton's wage, a doting dancer's prey.
Those three judg'd wise whom nought from Christ

could barre,

Though strangely guided, yet to trauell bold,
THE ARGUMENT.

When having found him whom they sought so farre,
Christ's great fore-runner by him pris'd so much, Did frankely offer incense, myrrhe, and gold;
And those who his familiars were below,

His birth (enrich'd with raies) a flaming starre, Th' evangelists, apostles, and all such

His death the Sunne (all wrapt in darkenesse) told: As did him in the flesh when mortall know: But Sunne and Moone bare ciphers (reckning right) Then those who freely did their faith avouch, And starres turn'd figures cannot count his light. And for the truth true constancy did show : The churche's fathers, and the martyrs all,

He who by him, whom nought save faith confines, Glad stand they here, who for Christ's cause did fall. Had beene secur'd ere death his Lord to see,

When in the temple knowne by sprituall signes,
Did thus burst forth, glad in a high degree,

“ The Gentiles' light, and Israel's glory shines, Tue world at first against all good obdur'd,

Salvation comes to all who seeke it free: That sacred statutes might men's judgements sway, Lord let thy servant now depart in peace.”

Slice thus thou hast perform'd the promis'd grace, By wonders mor'd, by benefits allur'd, Their temporall treasures prosp'ring every way; There comes that captaine (marching with the rest) By covenant who followed God secur'd,

Who did beleeve, ere granted, well assurd, He, even whil'st here, their service did defray,

(His house held base to lodge so great a guest) As by the ancients evident appeares,

That by Christ's words his servant should be cur'd; With plenty, peace, posterity, and yeares.

Then she (when check'd) who did for crummes

contest, Bat when glad tidings went divulging grace, And euen with dogs to be compar'd endurid : And show the ground where soules should reape Thus some (though Gentiles) have so happie beene, their good,

That with the lewes no faith like theirs was seene, Those who the truth with ardour did imbrace, And (it defending) resolutely stood,

That Israelite in whom no guile was founde, Still toss'd with toiles, and in the world's disgrace, Whose minde still pure from stormy waves was free; Scarce having rest, till purchas'd by their blood : He (lest that thronging troupes his sight should They were so oft expos'd to scorue, and losse,

bound) That Christians long were knowne but by their crosse. To looke on Christ who mounted on a tree;

The devills expell’d, who were diseas'd, made sound, Such (whilst transported with a sprituall ioy) Earst wonder's obiects, numbers happie be, Contemplating their happinesse above,

First from short paines, from endlesse last securd, (What Earth could give, all but esteem'd a toy) Whose soules and bodies both at once were cur'd. Were ravish'd up to court their Maker's love, Those paines which oft this mortail masse annoy,

Haile, happie Mary! virgin great in grace,
Contentment gave, by hasting their remove :

Thy sexe's glory, the Eternall's love !
And here by them nö pleasure was imbrac'd, Whom high affection freely did imbrace,
Save when for God by some great sufføring grac'd. By sacred flames ore-shadow'd from above;

Not bodie's forme, nor colour of a face,
Loe, he whose voice vaste desarts made rebound,

To make this match did the Almighty move: la sprite Elias, and in like estate ;

Her portion was an humble modest minde, All cloth'd with baire, his loines a girdle bound;

For which the Lord a state in Heaven design d. With locusts joyn’d wilde hony serv'd for meat,

But how the deity could be joyn’d with dust, He (as Christ's trumpet) ere he came did sound,

Some curious brains (weake reason's captives) scan: Repent, prepare, of men no man more great ;"

Not like fain'd love in flames enflam'd with lust, Yet did he judge himselfe (farre short indeed)

Nor in a dove, as he came in a swan; Too base to serve who after should succeed.

Who would be sav'd inust absolutely trust,

No male enjoy'd, a mayd brought forth a man: He, humbly modest, (as tow much esteem'd)

If by God's word cold earth did life receive,
When baptisme's fountaine baptisme came to crave,
Since but a sinner, and to be redeern'd,

A woman by his sprite might soone conceive. That which was sought, wish'd rather to receave; What wonders rare do now enrich my ryme! "Heavens (opening straight) to crave attendance Still mayd, though mother, free from mortall seed, seem'd,

Wive'schilde, not husband's, and yet not her cryme, From whence a voice this testimony gave;

Bigge by himselfe, who did her Maker breed; (Whilst like a dove the sprite vpon him seaz'd) Eternity was limited by time;

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How highly, Mary, shouldst thou be esteemid, He girt himselfe when yong in freedome still,
Since Evah's fault was by thy birth redeem'd ? But when grown old, was girt against his will.
More then all women blessed in thy bloud, That disciple stil'd by his master's love,
Thou first for him, he for us all did smart, By speaking signes whom silent Peter pray'd,
Who borrow'd milk, but pay'd for it his bloud, As one whose credit more then his could move,
And what thon hadst'was his, not thy desart, To learne by whom the Lord should be betray'd,
Who with the rest of death in danger stood, Whose bosome did so oft his pillow prove,
Whilst from his crosse he did these words impart: Who many thought till Christ return'd had stayd:
“ Look, woman, on thy sonne:" then might'st thou | These words for him might great regard have wonne;
How he (a lambe) was offred up for thee. (see, · Man, see thy mother; woman, see thy Somne."
She who, long childlesse, last conceiv'd a sonne, Though Christ disprov'd their foolish strife for state,
As first an angell did to her divine,

If oddes there were, I this man chiefe would call,
Still till the time that thrise three times were runne, Whose life so long, whose troubles were so great,
Whose husband's dumbenesse prov'd a certaine signe, Two persecutions seene, and Sion's fall;
Her to salute when Mary had begun,

This eagle's flight no brightnesse could abate, The babe for joy her wombe could scarce confine: Whose ravish'd thoughts have comprehended all; Whose mother prais'd the blessed virgin's state, His gospell clearely showes things that were past, As by her birth who did indeed grow great. His revelation what should come at last. I see those sisters shining in this ranke, [dead, There he who first incredulous was found, Whose brother Christ first wail'd, then rais'd when Else could not trust what he desir'd so much, But chiefly she who circumspectly franke, Still wanting faith till he had try'd the wound, A precious oyntment pour'd upon his head; To see too curious, grosse when he did touch: Though others grudg'd, Christ her for this did thank, Yet last, the truth did to farre Indians sound, And it for ever memorable made:

This fault to helpe his fervent zeale was such : Then unto her as one before held deare,

Thus having seene and felt, beleeve he must, (Pale death dispatch’d) did at the first appeare. But happy those who never saw, yet trust. Thrice glorious twelve whose parts no tongue can tell, That eunuch who could reade, but not conceive, As his companions by our Lord imbrac'd,

Till Christ's apostle taught to him a space, To binde, and loose, with power of Heaven and Hell, Who as he strangely came, so did him leave, (Still working wonders wonderfully grac'd)

In Nature lesse, made more then man by grace; With whom the Holy Ghost did come to dwell, He whom his chariot then daigo'd to receive, Who now with Christ to judge the world are plac'd : Whil'st running by, as worthy of no place, You by your suffrings conquer*d have farre more, Rais'd now above bimselfe with reverence seene, Then all men else, by acts, since, or before. Perchance shall judge his Ethiopian queene. True grounds neglect'd, the doting vulgar throng, Those barbarous lewes, O how they suffer must! To servile meanes do so ascribe events,

When seeing bim exalted in their sight, The gospell planting, that to scape such wrong, Whom (though as singular entitled just) God us'd none great in power, nor rioh in rents, They hurl'd downe head-longs from a temple's But simple trades-men, neither learn'd, nor strong, height, Brought up in fishing, or in making tents, Then crush'd his braines, when wallowing in the dust, That thus all might their heavenly message know, As so to quench their citie's second light, The which to earthly helps would nothing owe. Who of their church rul'd the converted state,

The first of bishops, both in time and seat. He who did first great faith in Christ display, Which filesh nor bloud could not to him impart, He for whose cause two good men jarr'd in will, Commended thus, commanded straight away, Since falling once, not fit to suffer thought, As turn'd a tempter taught by Satan's art,

Yet (never after tax'd) stood constant still, Whose speech did tend salvation's course to stay, And was by Venice for her patron sought; Then Iudas worse in words, though true in heart : That rare physitian, whose celestiall skill His pitie cruell, milde the traitor's spite;

Cur'd wounded soules by balme from Iuda brought: This hasted grace, that would have barr'd it quite. Those two, whose pennes seem'd drawne from angel's

Did write two registers of sacred things. (wings, Still of that minde to fight at last he aym'd, And rashly did cut one of Malchus' eares; But what rare person doth pursue my sight, But, loe, this lyon by a cock was tam’d; [feares, Whom Christ of purpose came againe to call ? This bragger straight a mayd ore-whelm'd with Who straight grew blinde whilst looking on the light, So that remorsefull, angry, and asham'd,

And rose more strong when bruised by a fall, He would have hid his face with flouds of teares : Though none of the first twelve each way as bright, Yet, even when weeping, with more strength was He travellid, acted, suffred more then all : stor’d,

This wondrous change, what weight of words can Then when he walk'd on waves, or drew his sword. A persecutor first, and then a saint. Though shaken like a reed, at length a rocke, His speech, more powerfull then could flow from art, In spite of tempests he was constant found, Where eloquence the greatest glory had, Whom jealously Christ trusted with his flocke, Caus'd learn'd philosophers, amaz'd, to start, Who thrise deny'd him, thrise by promise bound; (Their God unknowne best knowne, the rest pror'd Yet of the church (though once a stumbling block) Made Felix quake, Agrippa neere convert, [bad) A speciall pillar, not the onely ground:

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His voyce harmonious angels' sounds might eaven, This happy elder, first of the first seven,
Not knowing how since ravish'd up to Heaven. (Whilst hem'd about by a tumultuous band)

Did looke aloft to the inviting Heaven,
That sacred vessell by the Lord elect'd, [grace, And saw the sonne of man at God's right hand,
From whom each soule might draw forth streames of Whose charity he onely then did even,
Who doing, suffering, pever was deject'd,

To pray for them, who stoning him did stand : Though beaten, bound, in prison, and disgrace, Stones brnis'd his body, but could harme no more, He boldly did professe what he affect'd,

His ravish'd soule had fled to Heaven before. And kept the faith, till finishing his race

Whil'st ten fierce stormes the Christian state did At fatall Rome, the mother of much ill,

tosse, Where with his bloud at last he seal'd his will.

With blasts of blasphemy, and shoures of bloud,

They, not by signes charactring then their crosse, I next see him who minds so much did sway,

Did beare it selfe, and try'd by tortures stood; That Paul Mercurius, he was held for love, Till both scarce priests, (with garlands crown'd) Did passe (as trifles) for a greater good:

Of honour, fortune, friends, or life, the losse, could stay,

[heart,

Paine (scorn'd) but rais'd, not rack'd their soule nor From offring buls, as to their gods above;

Who (even when suffring) act'd the bravest part. But whil'st the truth they frankely did display, What sudden chance so huge a change could move? My Muse (ingenuous) gladly would burst forth, Them whom they thus as gods would have ador’d, Their praise (when burning)who triumph'din hearts, They straight did stone, as if turn'd divels, abhorr'd. Of whom each one deserves (respecting worth)

An epicke poeme, grac'd by all the arts; That publican who did in scroules digest

Would God she could translate unto the north, Those treasures first, whose power each conscience Their vertue's relicts, not terrestriall parts: binds :

Which (even in soules enshrin'd) might reverence He whose few lines doe some strange things attest, As hence in glory, living bere by fame. (claime, From grounds (though true) which now no reader findes :

Those learned doctors, primitively great, He who was choic'd by Lot, and all the rest The churche's ancients, whom account we may, Whose feet Christ wash'd, to humble haughty As foster-fathers of her infaut state, mindes,

Lights set ere noone, yet lightning all the day, Which forme, in vaine, some fondly would affect, Who did Christ's cause by words, by bookes debate, Though bow'd in show, whilst swelling in effect. And banish'd, tortar'd, kill'd, did constant stay:

What rare examples for each following age,
Then with those twelve, some happy men did haunt, To scorne the fury of a tyrant's rage?
(Heaven's messengers, evangelizing peace)
As he who watred after Paul did plant,

When good Ignatius, (highly to be priz'd)
And circumcis'd to please the Hebrew race,

Was brag'd by beasts, which roar'd with rouling eyes, He (full of faith) who did fraile passions daunt,

He boldly said (their gaping jawes despis'd)

“Fine wheate for Christ this grinding now me tryes;" Halfe lew, halfe Gentile; joyning both in grace: Next Silas, Titus and a troupe I spy,

Not like that sect which was by one devis'd, Who with th' apostles did their travels try.

Who had his name, whom Heaven farre differing

Ignatians to inflict, not suffer fire, [spyes : She, rais'd from death, and prais'd for doing well,

Whose too great sprits to vexe the world conspire. Who charitable garments made and gave,

There Smyrna's angell, whom Iohn did affect, That theatirian, who did purple sell,

In stormy tiines who did a light appeare, But greater treasure freely did receive;

Whom easterne churches did to Rome direct, That lady callid elect, as to excell,

Of Hester's feast the question'd time to cleare, Who hath already fame, shall glory have:

His death fore-dream, as falling in effect, Some of this sexe, beside with those are found,

(Sayd) urg'd to leave his lord (so long held deare:) Whose piety eternall pennes renown'd.

is Whom I for master fourescore yeares did try,

And found so good, I will his servant dye.” Those guiltlesse babes at Bethel kill'd by guesse, (Loe, jealous mindes each shadow doth affright). Likesayles with winde, fire's curling waves did swell, That martyrs were before they could professe, From Heaven encourag'd to continue good, By suffring happy, ere to doe of might,

(As gold refin'd, whose brightnesse doth excell) They now in Heaven a glorious state possesse, All crown'd with flames, the reverent old man stood; And from world's toiles, by time did take their (A sacrifice which did most sweetly smell) flight:

They burn'd not him, he quench'd them with big Thus falne for Christ, before at all they stood, To hide his dust, the Pagans did accord, [bloud: Those dy'd as Christians, baptiz'd with their bloud. Lest the beholders had the same adord. There be whom Iacob's farre degener'd race, When Iustine sought (as learning did direct) By calumnies accus'd, with partiall spite,

How one might armefordeath,vaine pleasures loath, The martyr's mirrour, eminent in place,

Whil'st Christians' courage nothing could deject, Who sacred scriptures did solemnly cite,

(Though try'd extreamely) confident in both, Whilst like an angell shining was his face, So that their course bred vertue in effect, Not pale for feare, no, lightning forth delight : Philosophy but superficiall froth: For, he those suffrings farre more glorious thought, He needs would try who did their grounds devise, Then all the wonders that by him were wrought. Whence resolution did so bravely rise.

And when baptiz'd, his braines first clouds were past, | From Alexandria, sundry I behold,
The gospel's light he clearely came to know, Who at this meeting joyfully doe shout,
Then, what he gain'd, resolv'd to use, not wast, As Athanasius for the truth still bold,
Straight what he learn’d, did teach, Christ's truth By Arians banish'd, but not brought to doubt,
to show,

And that Paphnutius, (happy man when old)
Till (out of envy) heath'nish Crescens last, Of whom the eyes Christ's en’mies had bor'd out,
When learning fail'd, did him by art orethrow : Whose seate distigurd, Constantine did kisse,
Who added one unto the Christian feasts,

Of faith a trophee, and a badge of blisse. Long toss'd by men, and torne in th’end by beasts.

The easterne churches first did Christ embrace, When charg'd with yeares (10 dye by Nature ply'd) | And drew their faith from fountaines that were pure, Of body weake, but vigorous in minde,

What famous doctours, singular for grace, (scure? When silver haires (with bloud in crimson dy'd)

Have clear'd those parts, though at this time obWept rubies downe, whilst th' eyes still tearelesse What glorious martyrs, crowning there their race, shin'd,

The fyrie tryall, gold-like did endure?
The wrinckles (raz'd hy wounds) could not be spyd, To thinke of them, my soule for anguish groanes;
By scourging, scorning, torturing, threatning, pin'd: Ah, that base Turkes should tread upon their bones!
old Photinus and Simeon where long plac'd,
Ierusalem, and Lions highly grac'd.

But since, deare Muse, to grace all worth inclin'd,
Two's fame of force, thy offring must procure,

A modest virgin, faire of face and minde,
Then Irenæus after doth succeed

Whose soule and body all men prais'd as pure; To Photinus, in merit, and in place,

She for Christ's faith was to a stewes confin'd, Who,wbil'st church-rites did great contention breed, Would not for them disturbe the common peace;

There (worse then death) vile basenesse to endure: With him Tertullian, Tullian thrise indeed,

Where she, though chast, a strumpet's name should For wit and skill , which learning's height did grace: (Though innocent) forc'd sinne to entertaine.

gaire, What pen can to their pennes afford due praise, Which did afflicted faith defend and raise.

Oft in her cheekes shame kindled vertue's flames,

Though in pale ashes quickly quench'd by feares; By mother's care from martyrdome restrayn’d, Yet death to force the desp'rate virgin dreames, He who for death confirm'd his father's will, And haughty fancies, stormy courage reares, But, though in scriptures by long practise train'd, Whose generous fury straight religion tames, One text for chastnesse did interpret ill,

Yet could not calme sad sighes, nor dry salt tears:
And (even by that in which he gloried stayn'd) She (as her enemy) beauty did abhorre,
Too superstitiously disposed still:

The leprous envy'd, wish'd to be a More.
By offring incense, idols did adore,
To scape disgrace from a detested More.

Whilst thus perplex'd the pensive maid did sit,

With hands a crosse, eyes lifted to the sky, Barr'd from that church where falne he made the Her fame more weigh'd then life, Christ more then it, breach,

Which she must leave, or bim she must deny; Whil'st high remorse his guilty minde did racke,

There was no hope for force, nor place for wit, At Sion urg'd some sacred part to teach,

When one comes in, as if her first to try :
These words of God his ground did chance to make, But in bis garments bids her fiye away,
“ My righteousnesse why should a sinner preach,

And he in bers would as a woman stay.
Or in his mouth my testimony take?”
Then quite confounded, leaving longing eares,

When Theodora, Didymus did leave, Though words were stay'd, he talk?d with God in (Those names of theirs deserve to be express'd) teares.

His danger first he could not but conceive,

A inan soone knowne, a Christian he confess'd, There he (though once to damned arts a prey)

“Who could,” said he, "of worth but seeke to save, Wbo for true knowledge singular did prove,

A woman's honour, a poore mayd distress'd ? And did the church (admir'd by Affricke) sway,

And since you her but for religion blame, (shame?" Of Rome's old rivall, when with fame in love,

Should thoughts so pure be cross'd by publike With righteousnesse all Christians to array,

He straight was damnd to death by partiall hate, Who long by tongue, and still by pen doth move: With greater power then whilst on th’ Earth he Though charg’d for nothing but for doing good,

And she who heard the danger of his state, stood, “ Writs grow, when watred with the author's bloud.” Both striv'd for death; magnanimous debate!

Came him to free, by offring up her bloud ::

Whilst with religion, vertue emulous stood : With this bright troupe, Christ's champion doth ap- They generously devout, devoutly brave, proach,

Taught Gentiles worth, true zeale to Christians gave. Whose torture, no, whose triumph I must praise, Then earst Eliah in his fyery coach,

A tyrant, when contemn’d, more fierce doth prore, Who did himselfe to Heaven more bravely raise, Much haste was us'd, that both might fall by fire; Whil'st on his gridiron flames did fast encroach, Bright were the flames of their immortall love, Those words of his the hearers did amaze : Which never burn’d with any base desire: “ Now tyrant chuse, since here halfe broil'd I rest, This match contract'd below, perform'd above, If rosted flesh, or raw, doth please thee best.” God grac'd with angels in Heaven's highest qaire :

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