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The Devill was bound a thousand yeares time past, Flames' torrent doth but drowne, not burne the Hell, And shall for ever live in chains at last.

And, at a height, can neither sinke nor swell. The sprits of th' aire may beare a burden light, One fire for all shall here God's power expresse, Whose course impulsive sometimes makes it known; Which doth from divers diversly extort; The aire enflam'd (wben Phæbus takes the height) So heats the Sunne, though all alike it presse, Is apt to burne, and flames by it are blowne; As bodies are dispos'd, or can comport; Or, since of late, so to delude the sight,

And, things combustible, burne more or lesse, They horrow'd shapes (if wanting of their owne) As dry, or humid, in a sundry sort : Au may be forc'd of bodies to admit,

Thus severall paines each damned soule endures, As loads, or jayls, for suffring onely fit.

As (aptly tempering) guiltinesse procures. As soules (whil'st here) have beene to bodies bound, and that their suff'rings may augment the more, And when next joyn'd shall never part againe; When fully capable of being pin'd, By fire's condensed flames in Hell's vast round, The Lord each sense and member doth restore, Ill sprits at last imbodied may remaine,

(Enabling so the lame, the deafe, the blinde) Which both may strictly presse, and deeply wound, To every one that wanted them before, A weight, a prison, so redoubling paine :

That they of paine the greatest height may finde : They if thus match'd, have but a passive part, At least to show their griefe each tortur'd soule Who burn'd, not warm’d, do onely live to smart. Must then have eyes to weepe, a tongue to howle. How farre doth this transcend the reach of wit, That faculty inhabiting the braine, That bodies then continually shall burne,

Though once a comfort now becomes a crosse, Yet not diminish, whil'st on flames they sit,

The onely meanes that can bring time againe, But though quite swallow'd, not to dust do turne; Though serving but to cast accounts of losse ; That racks their course no moment interinit,

The nurse of knowledge, universall chaine, Yet cau a wretch not dye, but lives to mourne?

Which in small bounds all kind of things can tosse; Dea h still doh wonnd, but hath no power to kill, It was a mirrour to direct the mind, They want his good, and onely have his ill.

But then, damn'd soules to suffer more doth biod. I have bebeld a cheating fellow stand,

Those sinnes that once so pleasant did appeare, To sell some oyle that he reserv'd in store,

The dandled idols of a doating heart, And in the presence of a thronging band,

Then all the ugly fiends that stand them neare, By vertue of some drug was us'd before,

More hatefull now doe make the wretches smart, In melted lead straight boldly rush his hand,

Who curst themselves that could such guests hold Then fall downe groveling, as to move no more:

deare, Yet quickly rose by cosening art kept sound,

Though no remorse, what griefe doth this impart! As if strange vertue in his oyle were found.

First looking backe, then on their present state,

When they must thinke what they had bin of late. If man (weake man) by meanes of questiou'd art,

They finde those pleasures that did them betray, May fortifie against the force of heat,

As dreames and shadowes, readie to descend, That ye may suffer thus, and yet not smart;

Even, in imbracing, vanishing away, May not the Lord (omnipotently great)

A fancie first, an extasie in end, A quality (when as he list) impart,

Whose vanity the issue did bewray, To all the guests of Pluto's ugly seat :

Hopes left farre short of what they did attend; That (freez'd in fire) they burne yet not decay,

And all enticements that to this alur'd,
Do pine, not dye, as monsters every way?

A loathing still or wearinesse procurd
What 'us'd to waste, not having power to warme, They now remember every time and place,
Of three that were amid'st a fornace plac'd,

That by their meanes a mischiefe was devis'd, No member, fire, no, not one haire did harme,

And how they needs would madly runne their race, By rag ng flames, though every where embrac'd:

All admonitions scornefully despis'd; The Lord their force did so in secret charme, They proudly quensh'd the sparkes of kindling grace, That they (as set in gold) his servants gracd; And hated them that any good advis'd, And in such sort when pleas'd himselfe to serve, Then laugh'd at them as most ridiculous fooles, By ruine's engines he can thus preserve.

That sought to learne when having left the schooles. That force of fire did not effectuall prove,

Of counsels past that any parent gave, Elias' body did with pumpe display, [move; A schoole master, a preacher, or a friend; A winglesse weight whil'st it through th' aire did Each circumstance now fresh in mind they have, Th' earth divers times her burden did betray, And how that then it highlie did offend, (sare, By swallowing that which she did beare above; When meanes were us'd that they their soules might And Peter's feet on flouds found solid way:, Who did to ruine obstinately tend: Each element we see when God directs,

They loath'd instruction, and rebukes did hate, To nature contrary can breed effects.

As which (thus tax'd) their value did abate. Fire's torturing power, in the Tartarian cave, Some words that entered at a carelesse. eare, Doth need for help no irritating blast,

And in the minde could no impression make, And wanting food no excrement can have;

That they in judgment true record might beare, For fed by nothing, it doth nothing waste;

Then in the soule a secret seate did take, An ominous torch in Pluto's gaping grave,

Which now (discovered) cruelly they teare, Not more, nor lesse, it still alike doth last; When (out of time still) making it looke back :

“ Neglected warnings must remembred be, They lesse then servants, worse then beasts, are At last to binde, since first they could not free.”

slaves :

“ The gallye's fall is lower then the graves.” Whilst restlesse wormes doe gnaw the minde within, Externall torments racking other parts,

All kinde of paines that mortalls can comprise, Some fiend beside that had provok'd their sinne, The least below exceedingly exceed; (What treacherous guest to harbour iu men's The bed that rack'd all whom it did surprise ; To aggravate their anguish doth beginne, (hearts!) The stalles whereas each horse man's flesh did feed; And though with them in like estate he smarts; The bull, and all that tyrants did devise, Yet wonted malice making silence breake,

Which yet in mindes (when namid) must horrour He thus upbrayding them may chance to speake.

breed, “ What travells huge have I for you indur'd,

They all (if joyn'd) could not such paine import, By bending all my meanes of power and skill,

As in the Hell's one moment can extort. That satisfaction might be so procur'd, For every wish of yours (though changing still) But yet all paines which corporall plagues impose In pleasure's deepes ye lay by me secur'd, On senses fraile, dispatching life in post, Who both directed and obey your will;

Are as in time, by measure short of those, And as ye earst would not abandon mee,

Which must at last defray sinne's fatall cost, In spite of paine I shall your partner bee.

Whil'st ravenous thoughts (excluded from repose)

Doe oft revolve what happinesse they lost : “ All what ye crav'd was compast by my care, The minde would wish a lethargy in vaide, Who onely labour'd to content your mind ;

That it eclips'd might never cleare againe.
There wanted not a creature that was fayre,
When curious thoughts to wantonnesse inclin'd;

They now remember then, when forc'd to part,
While kindling wrath for vengeance did prepare, (The sentence given, and execution'crav'd)
A titt occasion was by me design'd:

From Christ's bright face, which with a heavy heart To make you rich how many bave beene spoil'd,

They first did see, as by the object brav'd ; That you might idle be whilst still I toil'd

What height of glory he did straight impart, « And your contentment was to me so deare,

To happy bands that by his bloud were sav'd:

When this the wicked have with envy seene, That when some striv'd your courses to restraine,

It makes them marke what they might once have I would not let you their perswasions heare,

But made the preacher spend his power in vaine,
And still (obsequiously attending neare)
What was suggested ready to maintaine;

The parts earst knowne, they many times compare,

With these below where they in anguish lye; Your purposes to such perfection brought,

Their recreations taken in the ayre, That of all men you were most happie thought.

Whil'st Heaven for prospect ravish did the eye ; “ Since ye for joy have oft almost been mad, Their walkes on fields adorn'd with beauties rare, Of which some taste, ye cannot but reserve, Whose crystall Aouds did emulate the skie, What wonder now though ye againe be sad, And all the creatures both by sea and land, Who jastly suffer what ye did deserve ?

Which they for use or pleasure might command. But I who never any pleasure had, And as a drudge for you did onely serve:

Since here fraile things, where man from glory fell, Why am I punish'd by superior powers ?

And must to toyles his servile strength imploy, The torment which I feele should all be yours. Por all perfections which doe thus excell, “ Degener'd soules (though once by God belov'd)

A weeke did make, a moment doth destroy ; That would descend to such a base degree,

This little cottage, where poore slaves doe dwell, I you to please, have thus too carefull prov'd,

This fatall prison, farre from reall joy ; And from an angell daign'd your slave to be,

If it (base earth) in beauty doth abound, Yet, most ingrate, ye (with my griefe not mov'd)

All pav'd with greene, with gold and azure crown'd, Doe moane your selves, and never pitty me: lust indignation bath so strongly seiz’d,

How gorgeous then must that faire building prove, I must revenge, but cannot be appeas'd.”

Of endlesse glory which doth lodge the king;

By whom all creatures that have life doe move, These monsters straight to plague all meanes doe

From whom all goodnesse and true worth doth ply,

(ring; Whil'st ratling chaines make all Hell's dungeons To whom enstall'd in crystall seats above,

spring; The crawling globes of clustring serpents ilye,

A quire of angels Hallelujah sing ; And at an instant both doe lash and sting;

Then they imagine (which doth grieve them more) In vessels then from deeps that never dry, Tbe scalding sulphure they with fury fling:

What boasts of saints their Soveraign doe adore. Who can imagine how the wretches mourne, By flouds and dames that both must boyle and bume? And what their judgement cannot apprehend,

Like birds of darknesse, feeble in the light, A wooden body, membred all with hands,

Their ancient lord on whom they did depend, (When digging seas) of this an embleme showes, Who oft by lyes had drawn them from the right, Of groaning captives whil'st a band in bands, He now tels truth, but with as bad an end, To suffer sure, no hope of guerdon knowes, To doe them mischiefe bending all his might: Whilst them above, their proud commander stands, “ No greater falsehood malice can conceive, With threatning words,fierce looks,and cruell blowes: Then truth to tell, of purpose to deceive." VOL' V.


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He then at large doth labour to dilate

But justice still to goodnesse would direct, What was observ'd in Heaven before his fall, And sparingly sterne rigour doth extend, While he (a creature mighty in the state)

To cut them off, that others might infect, Mark'd by his betters, was to envy thrall,

That one's example many may amend;
And showes the glory there to be more great, Not bent ta ruine, onely to correct,
Then can be thought, farre lesse express’d at all, All punish'd are, conforme as they offend :
And for their losse them with more griefe to charge, And none give doomes more cruell then the crimes,
If possibly he could, he would enlarge.

Save fearefull tyrants at suspected times.
Thus doe they weigh their losse with fancies strong, If that great King who all the world doth judge,
Which was at first so easie to prevent;

Damne every one who from the light did stray,
Then tell to Satan how (suggesting wrong) In endlesse shadowes dririly to lodge,
He for their ruine had been alwajes bent,

Salt Alouds of griefe inunding every way ;
And like a traitor had abus'd them long,

It seemes to some that they have cause to grudge, Till now in end made kuowne by the event: Who trifling things so dearely doe defray, And yet with them amidst one furnace throwne, And for short joyes which but a time did staine, He mockes their paine, though mourning for his owne. Still suffer inust intollerable paine. Loe, in this world, men of the stronger sort, To scape from death, or some disgrace they feare, The greater reverence doth from men require ;

This from God's judgement derogating nought, Can frustrate justice that would truth extort,

He markes both what they willd, and what they And, when press'd downe, more high their courage Yea, constantly with tortures can comport, (reare, From wickednesse that never would retire

wrought, Not daigning once a word, a sigh, a teare: “ With divers engines, though sterne paine assailes, And if they could have compassid their desire,

Till drawn by death, yea still more time they sought,
A generous patience, joyn’d with hope, prevailes.” Their filthy aymes affecting things uncleane,
But all the fires which still are burning there,

As boundlesse then, had likewise endlesse beene.
Where every one a severall torment pines,
Doe no way thaw the frosts of cold despaire,

The hand may kill, and yet from bloud be free,
Whose raging course no season then confines;

Whil'st casualty, not cruelty, doth arme, No limits are allotted into care,

And many times the heart may guilty be, To give them ease, no kinde of comfort shines : Though being hindred from inflicting harme; And though they finde a weight of huge distresse,

The lord of it that every thought doth see, Hope dares not promise that it shall be lesse.

When vanity or violence doth charme;

He verdict gives according to their will,
What height of horrour must this justly breed, Though never acting, if affecting ill.
To meditate upon the last decree?
How that the wicked, whom vaine pleasures feed, He knew how much they mischiefe did intend,
(By Death disclaym'd) must still tormented be? That vice's current death did onely stay,
That which they suffer, doth all bounds exceed, Which otherwise had never had an end,
In time, in measure, and in each degree,

As oft their wishes vainely did bewray;
So that they oft most earnestly desire,

They who to sinne did all their strength extend, That like to beasts, their being might expire. Should suffer now what possibly they may:

Since him they wrong'd by all the meanes they might, Some fondly dream'd a superstitious lye,

God punish may with all his power of right.
And for Hell's paines, a period did attend,
Though Christ's owne words the contrary imply, Loe, treason makes them whom it doth convict,
“ Goe, get you gone to fires that never end ;" To loose all that they have, yea, urging more,
Their shame still lasts, their wormne doth never dye, Doth on their off-spring punishments inflict,
Their tarments' smoake for ever doth ascend : Whose tainted blond time never can restore:
And all of this, that sacred writs report,

This sentence then cannot be counted strict, The paine perpetuall clearely doth import. In torments still, which makes the wicked roare:

It onely plagues themselves, but none of theirs, Though as the wicked wickedly have wrought, Who to themselves in misery are heires. Each one of them a due reward shall have, And when before the Lord in judgement brought, These fearefull tyrants, (jealous of their state) Shall get againe the measure that they gave; Who would by rigour fright the world from change; Yet is their doome by some too rigorous thought, They who did use (the Christian to abate) Who on God's justice would aspersions leave: In persecutions executions strange; And thinke at this they justly may repine,

The inquisition raging now of late, For temporall faults eternally to pipe.

Whom with the worst we may (as cruell) range;

The torments that they did all three contrive,
Those that did come to worke in Christ's vine-yard, To one in Hell, can no way neare arrive.
All, as in time, in merit differ might,
Yet did at last enjoy the like reward,

Not onely are both soule and body pin'd,
All having more, none lesse, then was bis right; By sympathie which mutuall paine imparts,
So those in Hell whom Sathen gets to guard, But each one suffers in a severall kinde,
How ever come, are still entomb'd'in night: Sprits from within, and from without the hearts ;
As Dracon's lawes for every fault gave death, Though much the body, more to racke the minde

, Each sinner doth deserve eternall wrath.

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Whose sprituall tortures, soules asunder draw, And all who doe this holy city gaine,
Worse than the worme that inwardly doth gnaw. Shall there for ever (crown'd with glory) raigue.
If these againe were to beginne their race,

My Muse, abandoning the Stygian bounds,
And by their carriage, freedome could procure, Which nought but griefe and horrour can afford,
Whatcourse so strange that they would not embrace? Would gladly mount above the crystall rounds,
No charming pleasure could them then allure; To celebrate the glory of the Lord.
Even sicknesse, torment, poverty, disgrace, Who by his bounteous pow'r with angels' sounds
They, whilst alive, would willingly endure; My humble accents sweetly may accord,
Yea, though their life a thousand yeares should last, And me at length amidst that quire may bring,
So that their griefe might end when it were past. Where I desire eternally to sing.
And if they would doe this to scape from paine,
Though otherwise the Lord should them neglect,
What would they doe that happinesse to gaine,
Which is design'd for them that are elect?

DOOMES-DAY; That they for ever might in Heaven remaine,

OR, As those whom God most dearely doth affect; lob's suffrings all for this would small appeare,

Though multipli'd so long as they were here.
You who as yet doe draw this common ayre,
and have the meanes salvation to acquire,
Now whilst the season dath continue faire,

Provide against the storme of swelling ire;
To compasse this extend industrious care,

The height of joy the cleared soules attends : Before the hasting tearme of grace expire :

The earth and sea suppos'd are new to be; That treasure which we should so much esteeme,

The new lerusalem from Heaven descends,

Where still to dwell God doth with men agree; All now may have, none can when lost redeeme.

The heavenly blisse, all humane sense transcends, Loose not your thoughts in fancie's fields to stray,

Which saints attaine when thus from trouble free; Lest charming pleasures doe the judgement blinde, The joyes of Heaven for blessed soules preparid, Which reason's fort to vanity betray,

Are pointed at but cannot be declar'd.
And (weakening vertue) molifie the minde;
Then ouely leave (when vanishing away)

or shame, or wearinesse behinde : TH' eares have not heard, nor the eyes have never As drunke, or mad, or dreaming at the best,


[thought; Fooles thus may rave, but never soundly rest.

The joyes of Heaven, more great then can be

To touch my lippes, that stain'd so oft have been, Remember that the bounds where we remaine, Lord, from thine altar, let a coale be brought; Was given to man when as from God he fell, Make me cast off what ever is uncleane, Not for delight, but in a high disdaine,

That sacred grounds with reverence may be sought; Were damn'd to dye, that he a wretch might dwell; Thy inner temple let thy servant see, Here first to plague him with continuall paine, Where of things holy, the most holy be. When barr'd from Eden, this was Adam's Hell, As Hell at last shall be to all his race,

What glorious change doth dazle thus mine eye ? Who proudly sinne, and doe not seek for grace. In place of th' earth where miseries are rife,

The torturing racke that did man's patience try, And let none thinke (reducing Heaven's decree)

With wasting travels, and dividing strife, That they can make this mansion of annoyes, Who (by these labours) did but dearely buy (As if a Paradise) from trouble free,

Terrestriall things fit for a temporall life: A ground for rest, a lodging fit for joyes;

I see ao earth that greater pleasure yeelds, Though numbers(smooth'd with showes) deluded be, Then Gentiles dream'd in their Elysian fields. In place of reall good, affecting toges : This is the lists where all a proofe must give, Time (as for sport) now quickly deckes and spoiles Who,suffring here, more blest when hence shall live. This passive ground, which alwaies worke requires, Loe, thousands oft where dangers are most rife,

To punish man (as sentenc'd first) with toiles, With honour, fortune, or what else held deare,

The meanes by which bis maint'nance he acquires, To all death's engines dare expose their life,

Wbil'st sometime barren, sometime fertile soiles, Whil'st losse and travell, pleasure doe appeare,

Give joy, or griefe, with agues of desires: And all the end expected by this strife,

Still fighting with the same, till yeeld he must, Is but to gaine some towne, or fortresse neare,

A fettred captive humbled in the dust.
Which in their fury, with confusion foil'd,
Is raz’d, ere gayn'd, and soone thereafter spoil'd.

We daily see the Earth (doe what we can)

How it the cares of wretched worldlings scornes, And should not we our whole endeavours bend, (Bloud-colour'd furrowes frowning upon man) To force that city which triumphs above?

Her vapours poison, and she prickes with thornes; Which doth invite, and not it selfe defend,

But now farre from that state which first began, With sacred armes, if we couragious prove;

It (which the Lord as his delight adornes) No furniture is needfull for this end,

Is (alwaies faire) much chang'd from what before, Pulit patience, hope, faith, charity, and love: A virgin now, not violable more.

Then Eden's garden growne more glorious farre, The noyse is musieke, when their course ought
Her fruits she freely in abundance beings, [warre, As mounts of diamonds, of rubies rockes, (chockes,
No more the lists where blustring stormes make
'With killing winters, and with quickning springs;

All countries purchase now with strangers' spoiles, A constant course still kept no kinde of jarre

Even what is daily us'd to cloath or feed, Shall then disturbe the generall peace of things;

And that with many mercenary toiles Milde zephire's gentle breath more sweetly smels, Though but superfluous, not the things we need, Then Indian odours, or what most excels.

But as each place had quintessenc'd all soiles,

It what can be desir'd doth freely breed : No threatning cloud, all charg’d with haile-stones, The honey there from every flower may flow, lowres ;

(growes, And on each reed taste-pleasing sugars grow. Then silke dy'd greene the grasse more pleasant The mountaines that so long have hid their store, When bath'd with liquid pearles, not blansh'd with Lest avarice their bowels might have torne, No raging floud her tender face oreflowes, (showrs, May turne without what was within before, Whose bosome all embroidered is with flowres,

Free from deforming rockes, and pestring thorne, Not nature's worke, nor art's that man bestowes:

Whilst silver fin'd from the confining ore, The curious knots and plots most prais'd below,

And veynes of perfect gold, their breasts adorne; To figure this, can no resemblance show.

All cloath'd with metalls thus, they shining bright. There white's perfection, embleme of things pure,

And deck'd with jewels, may seeme flames of light. The lightning lilies, beautie's colours reare, O what brave prospect would these hils impart, And blushing roses modestly allure,

If this new earth were to perfection brought, As which of shamefastnesse the badge doe beare; Not dress'd by nature, nor by creeping art, Of violets the purple doth endure,

But by the Lord miraculously wrought,
Though pale they seem to hide their heads for feare: With rarities enrich'd in every part,
As if extracted out of all the three,

Above the reach of the most curious thought? The gilly-flower a quint-essence may be.

The ayre is all but smels of pretious things,

And with melodious sounds, sweet musicke brings. These with all else that here most rare have beene, In smell or show, the scent or sight to feed, It may be, all that Eden could afford, Have gorgeous garments of eternall greene, Ere sinne's contagious seed it first did staine, And eminently emulously breed,

Shall be with increase to this earth restor'd, With many sorts that we have never seene, In more excellency then wit can fayne; Which for excellencies these farre exceed:

And, 0, who knowes but it may please the Lord They (mix'd in workes) mosaically grow,

To cast the same in other moulds againe, And yet each part doth every kinde bestow. And creatures make such qualities receive,

As we, till glorifi'd, cannot conceive? Though here no hearb shall need for health nor food, Where neither hunger can nor sicknesse be, As they encreas'd, constrained to disperse, Yet there shall want no creatures that are good, When people parted farre in sundry bands, Since with God's glory this doth best agree; The deeps then onely did afford commerce, His wisedome by his workes is understood, (By sparing feet, all travelling with hands,) Whose daily wonders all the world may see : That distant states together might converse, That earth no doubt we shall most perfect view, Firme ground for ships, a liquid bridge 'twixt lands: Since (this quite rav'd) he makes the same all new. Thus her vast desert, meanes for traffique yeelds

And with least labour, hath most fertile fields. O! what excellency endeeres all things ? For store, not use, for pleasure, not for gaine,

But now things to export, or to import, Th' earth dainty fruits still in abundance brings,

There needs no sea, facilitating gaine, Which never fade, nor doe fall downe in vaine,

All may their bodies where they please transport, And even as one is pluck'd, another springs ;

Not fearing danger, nor not feeling paine ; No leafe is lost, no, nor no way doth staine:

Yet may some depth, though in another sort,

To decke the earth, an ornament remaine:
The orangers not singular then be,
Where fruit and flourish garnish every tree.

Or as a glasse where soules themselves may see,

Whil'st beautie's wonders there reflected be. In walkes distinguish'd, trees some grounds may By contemplation (farre from mortals led) With

divers baits inviting smell and taste, {grace, I thinke I see a sea, a moving ground, Then (as indented) differing sorts a space,

(Not from the clouds by secret conducts fed) In groves grown thicker, would a shadow cast, And them betwixt the playnes in every place,

In azure fields, as emeraulds had been drown'd,

Or melted saphirs on an amber bed,
Are dainty gardens which doe alwajes last
In more perfection, then all these attain'd,

Which rockes of pearle, and corall banks doe boond: Which art or nature made, or fancy fayn'd.

It seems this Heaven, or else like stuffe and forme,

Is layd below, all starres, and free from storme. Meandring rivers smoothly smiling passe,

How weakely doth my Muse this taske pursue, And whil'st they (lover-like) kisse courted lands, With strengthlesse lines such lofty things to sound? Would emulate the emerauld-like grasse,

I scarce can comprehend that which I view, All pav'd with pearle, empallid with golden sands; Much lesse can tell, what beauties shall abound, To makeą mirrour of their moving glasse,

When as the Lord doth this worne earth renue, For usual creatures, angels come in bands: Heaven's treasures then embelishing the ground:

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