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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 faine on th' earth, or toss'd through th' ayre remain.

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, and precious stones :
None hides his guest from this great Iudge'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 tribés 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 con-
ceive;

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
keep.

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

remove:

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.

Which sink below, whil'st th' others flie above.

There come those two, from whence no flesh can know, | The just they first, the reprobate last move,
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
chang'd."

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.

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, [dead,
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.

DOOMES-DAY;

OR,

THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGMENT.

THE FIFTH HOURE.

THE ARGUMENT.

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;
[now?
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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No kinsman, friend, nor old acquaintance here,
Though long disjoyn'd, and soone perchance to part,
Doe meet as men by mutuall duties deare,
With pleasant count'nance, and affecting heart;
That fatall doome to be pronounc'd so neere,
(Which joy or griefe for ever must impart)
With racking cares doth so distract the minde,
That then no other thought a place can finde.

No tyrant here (attended by his thralles)
Doth terrour give, no, but doth it receive,
And now imperiously no master calls,
A humble servant, nor a fawning slave,
That height of minde a present feare appalles,
And breakes that swelling which made many rave:
Though now great difference be of mortals made,
"All shall meet equals, but must first be dead."

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But such dissemblers mounting mischiefe's height,
Then both these two bred blasphemie more strange:
They mock God's wisedome, providence, and might,
As who not knows, not cares, or may not venge:
Christ of the worst the worst sort to define,
Their portion did with hypocrites assigne.

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Though God, nor what he crav'd was then not The idol's prelats who long earnest stood,

knowne,

Yet of religion a degener'd seed,

Industrious Nature in each heart had sowen, Which fruits (though wilde) did in abundance breed, And their great zeale which was to idols showen, Shall damne their coldnesse who the scriptures reade:

They left, did stray, who call'd were, truth neglect, These foolish are, they wicked in effect.

Learn'd Athen's glory, wisedome-lovers light,
Did utter things which angels tongues might deck,
Though sure to scape God's scourge, each creature's
sight,

Yet, he would vice (loath'd for it selfe) reject,
And as his dæmon did direct him right;
Last, when accus'd, a martyr in effect,
Life's race well runne, glad innocent to dye,
Did (idols damn'd) all Gods (save one) deny.

Bath'd th' earth with teares, did th' aire with sighs

condense;

And call'd on Baal all deform'd with blood,
As like their idols having lost all sense:
They may upbraid a troupe of Levie's brood,
Who (wanting zeale) with ought but paines dis-
pense:

Then whil'st (though vow'd to Heaven) they Earth embrace:

But for meere forme do coldly use their place.

You who of God the will reveal'd neglect,
And do his law not labour to fulfill,
Mark how the Ethnicks idols did affect,
In dangerous times depending on their will,
And did of them the answers much respect,
Though ænigmatick, and ambiguous still.
In th' end whose fraud, or ignorance appear'd,
Which save th' events no commentary clear'd.

What trust from men had that horn'd devill procur'd,
Whose oracle (renown'd through many lands)
By labour huge, paine, heat, and thirst endur'd,
Made many haunt his solitary sands,
And ere his harme by him could be procur'd,
Did quite confound Cambyses and his bands;
Whom he ador'd who that king's kingdome reft,
Whom Cato scorn'd, and unconsulted left.

Who hath not heard by fame strange tales oft told,
Of him to whom at Delphos troups did throng,
Who finely could æquivocate of old,
Abhomination of all nations long,

Whom to accuse the Lydian king was bold
As false, ingrate, and having done him wrong:
Though he them all deceiv'd who him ador'd,
Yet was his temple with rich treasures stor❜d.

To smooth those mindes which were of light depriv'd,
Them through all parts who (still triumphing) went,
(Whil'st Hell's black hosts to guard their altars
striv'd)
[and rent,
Storms, thunders, earth-quakes, swallow'd, bruis'd
And them (as theirs) to Stygian darknesse driv'd,
Who good design'd, but of an ill intent:
"Thus sacriledge is plagu'd as worst of evils,
Let none rob churches, though they be the Devil's."

Not onely these two celebrated be,
[gave,
To whom strange shapes, and names, as soils, they
But from a number what Heaven did decree,
The simple people credulous did crave:
Who did not trust the Dodonæan tree,
And how that Apis food did take, or leave?
Though Plutoe's name no oracle would chuse,
Till at Christ's birth all fail'd, he all did use.

The famous Sibylls (admirable thought)
By times and places which distinguish'd were,
Of which one's books twice scorn'd, thrice valu'd,
Rome strictly kept with a religious care. [bought,
From which her fates she long with reverence sought,
As all charactred mystically there.

The great regard which to their books was borne,
May justly damne them who the Scriptures scorne.
These sonnes of Rechab who did wine contemne,
So to obey their earthly father still,
If that obedience (eminent in them)
Check'd who despis'd their sprituall parent's will;
May not they once the stubbornnesse condemne,
Of carelesse Christians prone to nought save ill?
-Who not like them fraile pleasures do forbeare,
But even Christ's easie yoke do irke to beare?
They who did trust all that which was divin'd,
By raving augures drunk with sacred boules,
Each circumstance commenting to their minde,
Of eatings, entrails, cryes, and flights of fowls:
Ecclipses, thundrings, meteors of each kinde,
As sure presages thought, poore simple soules,
Their testimony may a number grieve,
Who what great prophets told would not beleeve.
Some Gentiles once whose knowledge was not cleare,
Who to religion blindly did aspire, [deare,
By treasures, toils, and what they thought most
Of idols sought to pacifie the ire :
And lesse then naturall, heavenly to appeare,
Did offer up their children in the fire:
Thus as we should (though in the ground they err'd)
What they thought God to all things they preferr'd.

| For Phrigian warre the Grecian generall bent,
By windes adverse whil'st stay'd on Aulis' cost,
(As his advice the rigorous augur lent)
To expiate his crime, and free the host,
He (in a sacrifice) before he went,
To get a whore his virgin-daughter lost,
And did (in show) as much to scape a storme,
As Abraham aym'd or Ipthee did performe.
No man can think, and not for horrour start,
What sacrifice some barbarous Indians us'd,
Whil'st oft of men bow'd back on stones by art,
(A meanes to bend the breast, and belly chus'd)
The smoking entrails, and the panting heart,
They in their zeale most barbarously abus'd.
Whose ugly priest his lord resembled right,
In colour, forme, and minde, a monstrous sight.
Religion's reverence when in soules infus'd,
(Though with false grounds) doth absolutely sway,
Rome's second king for this a nymphe's name us'd,
And Africk's victor oft alone did stay;
Long with his hind Sertorius troups abus'd,
And Mahomet his Dove did trust betray:
Where shows prepost'rous did prevaile so much,
What would the truth reveal'd have done with such?
That for his glory which God did direct,
Who do deny, abstract, or who impaires,
And his adopted day (prophane) neglect, [theirs,
Who made all dayes, wrought six, and numbers
Then unto them he justly may object,
How Gentiles long with superstitious cares
Their idols' feasts solemnly did observe,
And though in forme, not in intent did swerve.
What thousands did to love's Olympicks throng,
Which (kept precisely) time's great count did found;
The Pythian sports their patron prais'd as strong,
Who the great serpent, did a lesse confound:
Old Saturn (Sathan) he was honour'd long,
Where slaves like lords, both did like beasts abound;
His feast was grac'd by mutuall gifts and gaines,
Who had two faces, and so many names.

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