Du Bartas his deuine weekes and workes translated: and dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie by Iosuah Syluester

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EDEN. THE I. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK.

THE ARGVMENT.

Our Poet, first, doth Gods assistance seek: The Scope and Subiect of his Second Week. Adam in Eden: Edens beauties rare; A reall Place, not now discerned where: The Tree of Life; and Knowledge-Tree with-all: Knowledge of Man, before and since his Fall: His exercise, and excellent Delights, In's Innocence: of Dreams and Ghostly Sights: Nice Questions curb'd: Death, Sins effect; whereby Man (else Immortall) mortall now, must Dy.

GReat God, which hast this World's Birth made me see,* 1.1 Vnfold his Cradle, shew his Infancy: Walk thou, my Spirit, through all the flowring alleis Of that sweet Garden, where through winding valleys Foure liuely flouds crauld: tell mee what mis-deed Banisht both Edens, Adam and his seed: Tell who (immortall) mortalizing, brought-vs The Balm frō Heav'n which hoped health hath wrought-vs: Grant me the story of thy Church to sing, And gests of Kings: Let me this Totall bring From thy first Sabbaoth to his fatall toomb, My stile extending to the Day of Doom. Lord, I acknowledge and confess, before, This Ocean hath no bottom, nor no shoar;

But (sacred Pilot) thou canst safely steer My vent'rous Pinnasse to her wished Peer; Where once arriv'd, all dropping wet I will Extoll thy favors, and my vows fulfill.

And gratious Guide, which doost all grace infuse,* 1.2 Since it hath pleas'd thee task my tardy Muse With these high Theams, that through mine Art-les Pen This holy Lamp may light my Country-men: Ah, teach my hand, touch mine vnlearned lips; Least, as the Earths grosse body doth Eclipse Bright Cynthia's beams, when it is interpos'd Twixt her and Phoebus: so mine ill-dispos'd, Dark, gloomy Ignorance, obscure the rayes Of this diuine Sun of these learned dayes. O! furnish me with an vn-vulgar stile, That I by this may we an our wanton ILE From Ouids heirs, and their vn-hallowed spell Heer charming senses, chayning soules in Hell. Let this prouoke our modern Wits to sacre Their wondrous gifts to honour thee, their Maker: That our mysterious ELFINE Oracle, Deep, morall, graue, Inuentions miracle; My deer sweet DANIEL, sharp-conceipted, brief, Ciuill, sententious, for pure accents chief: And our new NASO, that so passionates Th' heroike sighes of loue-sick Potentates: May change their subiect, and aduance their wings Vp to these higher and more holy things. And if (sufficient rich in self-inuention) They scorn (as I) to liue of Strangers Pension, Let them deuise new Weeks, new works, new wayes To celebrate the supreme Prince of praise. And let not me (good Lord) be like the Lead Which to som City from som Conduit-head Brings holsom water, yet (self-wanting sense) It self receiues no drop of comfort thence: But rather, as the thorough-seasoned But Wherein the tears of death-prest Grapes are put,* 1.3

Retains (long after all the wine is spent) Within it self the liquors liuely sent: Let me still sauour of these sacred sweets Till Death fold-vp mine earth in earthen sheets; Least, my young layes, now prone to preach thy glory To BRVTVS heyres, blush at mine elder Story.

GOD (Supreme Lord) committed not alone* 1.4 Tour Father Adam, this inferiour Throne;* 1.5 Ranging beneath his rule the scaly Nation That in the Ocean haue their habitation: Those that in horror of the Desarts lurk: And those that capering in the Welk in work; But also chose him for a happy Seat A climate temperate both for cold and heat, Which dainty Flora paveth sumptuously With flowry VER'S inammeld tapistry; Pomona pranks with fruits, whose taste excels; And Zephyr fils with Musk and Amber smels: Where God himself (as Gardner) treads the allies, With Trees and Corn couers the hills and vallies, Summons sweet sleep with noise of hundred Brooks, And Sun-proof Arbours makes in sundry nooks: He plants, he proins, he pares, he trimmeth round Th' ever green beauties of a fruitfull ground; Heer-there the course of th' holy Lakes he leads, With thousand Dies hee motleys all the meads.

Ye Pagan Poëts, that audaciously Haue sought to dark the ever-Memory* 1.6 Of Gods great works; from henceforth still be dum Your fabled prayses of Elysium, Which by this goodly module you haue wrought, Through deaf tradition, that your Fathers taught; For, the Almighty made his blisfull Bowrs Better indeed, then you haue fained yours.* 1.7

For, should I say that still, with smiling face, Th' all clasping Heav'ns beheld this happy place; That honey sweet, from hollow rocks did drain; That fostering milk flow'd vp and down the Plain;

That sweet as Roses smelt th' ill-savory Rew: That in all soyls, all seasons, all things grew: That still there dangled on the self-same treen A thousand fruits, nor over-ripe, nor green: That egrest fruits, and bitterest hearbs did mock Madera Sugars, and the Apricock; Yeelding more holesom food then all the messes, That now taste-curious, wanton Plenty dresses, Disguising (in a thousand costly dishes) The various store of dainty Fowls and Fishes, Which far and neer we seek by Land and Seas, More to provoke then hunger to appease;

Or should I say, each morning, on the ground* 1.8 Not common deaw, but Manna did abound: That never guttur gorging durty muds, Defil'd the crystall of smooth-sliding flouds, Whose waters past, in pleasant taste, the drink That now in Candia decks Cerathus brink: That shady Groues of noble Palm-tree sprays, Of amorous Myrtles, and immortall Bays Never vn-leav'd; but evermore their new Self-arching arms in thousand Arbours grew: Where thousand sorts of birds, both night and day, Did bill and woo, and hop about, and play; And marrying their sweet tunes to th' Angels layes, Sung Adams bliss and their great Makers prayse. For then, the Crowes, night Rav'ns, and Howlets noise Was like the Nightingals sweet-tuned voice; And Nightingals sung like divine Arion, Like Thracian Orpheus, Linus, and Amphion.

Th' Ayre's daughter Eccho, haunting woods among, A blab that will not (cannot) keep her tongue, Who never asks, but onely answers all, Who lets not any her in vain to call; She bore her part, and full of curious skill, They ceasing sung, they singing ceased still: There Musick raign'd and ever on the Plain, A sweet sound rais'd the dead-liue voice again.

If there I say the Sun (the Seasons stinter)* 1.9 Made no hot Sommer, nor no hoary Winter, But louely VER kept still in liuely lustre The fragrant Valleys smiling Meads and Pasture: That boistrous Adams body did not shrink For Northren windes, nor for the Southren wink: But Zephyr did sweet musky sighes afford, Which breathing through the Garden of the Lord, Gaue bodies vigour, verdure to the field, That verdure flowrs, those flowrs sweet savor yeeld: That Day did gladly lend his sister, Night, For half her moisture, half his shining Light: That never hail did Harvest preiudice, That never frost, nor snowe, nor slipperyice The fields en-ag'd: nor any stormy stowr Dismounted Mountains, nor no violent showr Poverisht the Land, which frankly did produce All fruitfull vapours for delight and vse: I think I ly not, rather I confess* 1.10 My stammering Muses poor vnlearnednes. If in two words thou wilt her praise comprise, Say't was the type of th' vpper Paradise; Where Adam had (O wondrous strange!) discourse With God himself, with Angels intercourse.

Yet (over-curious) question not the site,* 1.11 Where God did plant this Garden of delight: Whether beneath the Equinoctiall line, Or on a Mountain neer Latona's shine, Nigh Babylon, or in the radiant East. Humble content thee that thou know'st (at least) That, that rare, plentious, pleasant, happy thing Whereof th' Almighty made our Grand-sire King, Was a choise soil, through which did rowling slide Swift Ghion Pishon, and rich Tygris tyde, And that fair stream whose silver waues doe kiss The Monarch Towrs of proud Semiramis.

Now, if that (roaming round about the earth)* 1.12 Thou finde no place that answers now in worth

This beautious place, nor Country that can showe Where now-adayes those noted flouds doe flowe: Include not all within this Close confin'd, That labouring Neptunes liquid Belt doth binde. A certain place it was (now sought in vain) Where set by grace, for sin remov'd again, Our Elders were: whereof the thunder-darter Made a bright Sword the gate, an Angell Porter.

Nor think that Moses paints fantastik-wise* 1.13 A mystike tale of fained Paradise: ('T was a true Garden, happy Plenties horn, And seat of graces) least thou make (forlorn) An Ideall Adams food fantasticall, His sin suppos'd, his pain Poeticall: Such Allegories serue for shelter fit To curious Idiots of erroneous wit, And chiefly then, when reading Histories, Seeking the spirit, they doe the body leese.

But if thou list to ghesse by likelihood,* 1.14 Think that the wreakfull nature-drowning flood Spar'd not this beautious place, which formost saw The first foul breach of Gods eternall law: Think that the most part of the plants it pull'd, And of the sweetest flowrs the spirits dull'd, Spoild the fair Gardens, made the fat fields lean, And chang'd (perchance) the rivers channell clean:* 1.15 And think, that Time (whose slippery wheel doth play In humane causes with in constant sway, Who exiles, alters, and disguises words) Hath now transform'd the names of all these Fordes. For, as through sin we lost that place, I fear (Forgetfull) we haue lost the knowledge where 'T was situate, and of the sugred dainties Wherewith God fed vs in those sacred plenties.

Now of the Trees wherwith th' immortall Powr* 1.16 Adorn'd the quarters of that blisfull Bowr, All serv'd the mouth, saue two sustaind the minde: All serv'd for food, saue two for seals assign'd.

God gaue the first, for honorable stile,* 1.17 The tree of Life: true name; (alas the while!) Not for th' effect it had, but should haue kept, If Man from duty never had mis-stept. For, as the ayr of those fresh dales and hills Preserved him from Epidemik ills, This fruit had ever-calm'd all insurrections, All civill quarrels of the cross complexions; Had barr'd the passage of twice childish age, And ever-more excluded all the rage Of painfull griefs, whose swift-slowe posting-pase At first or last our dying life doth chase.

Strong counter-bane! O sacred Plant divine!* 1.18 What metall, stone▪ stalk, fruit, flowr, root, or ryne, Shall I presume in these rude rymes to sute* 1.19 Vnto thy wondrous World-adorning Fruit? The rarest Simples that our fields present-vs Heal but one hurt, and healing too torments vs: And with the torment, lingring our relief Our bags of gold void, yer our bulks of grief. But thy rare fruits hid powr admired most, Salveth all sores, sans pain, delay, or cost: Or rather, man from yawning Death to stay, Thou didst not cure, but keep all ills away.

O holy, peer-less, rich preseruatiue!* 1.20 Whether wert thou the strange restoratiue That suddainly did age with youth repair, And made old Aeson yonger then his heir? Or holy Nectar, that in heav'nly bowrs, Eternally self-pouring Hebé pours? Or blest Ambrosia (Gods immortall fare)? Or els the rich fruit of the Garden rare, Where, for three Ladies (as assured guard) A fire-arm'd Dragon day and night did ward? Or pretious Moly, which Ioues Pursuiuan Wing-footed Hermes brought to th' Ithacan? Or else Nepenthé, enemy to sadnes, Repelling sorrows, and repealing gladnes?

Or Mummie? or Elixir) that excels Save men and Angels every creature els)? No, none of these: these are but forgeries, But toyes, but tales, but dreams, deceipts, and lies: But thou art true, although our shallow sense May honour more, then sound, thine Excellence.

The Tree of Knowledge, th' other Tree behight:* 1.21 Not, that itselfly had such speciall might, As mens dull wits could whet and sharpen so That in a moment they might all things knowe. 'T was a sure pledge, a sacred s••gne, and seal; Which, being ta'n, should to light man reveal What ods there is, between still peace, and strife; Gods wrath, and loue; drad death, and deerest life▪ Solace, and sorrow; guile, and innocence; Rebellious pride, and humble obedience.

For, God had not depriv'd that primer season* 1.22 The sacred lamp and light of learned Reason: Mankinde was then a thousand fold more wise Then now: blinde Error ••ad not bleard his eys, With mists which make th' Athenian Sage suppose That nought hee knowes, saue this, that nought hee knowes. That euen light Pir••••o••s wavering fantasies Reave him the skill his vn skill to agnize. And th' Abderite, within a Well obscure, As deep as dark, the Truth of things immure.

Hee (happy) knew the Good by th' vse of it:* 1.23 He knew the Bad, but not by proof as yet: But as they say of great Hyppocrates, Who (though his limbs were numm'd with no excess, Nor stop this throat, nor vext his fantasie) Knew the cold Cramp, th' Angine, and Lunacy, And hundred els-pains, whence in lusty flowr He liv'd exempt, a hundred yeers and foure. Or like the pure Heav'n-prompted Prophets rather, Whose sight so cleerly future things did gather, Because the World's Soule in their soule enseal'd The holy stamp of secrets most conceal'd.

But our now-knowledge hath, for tedious train,* 1.24 A drooping life, and over-racked brain, A face forlorn, a sad and sullen fashion▪ A rest-less toyl, and Cares self-pining passion. Knowledge was then even the soules soule for light, The spirits calme Port, and Lanthorn shining bright To straight steptfeet cleer knowledge; not confus'd: Not sowr, but sweet: not gotten, but infus'd.

Now Heav'ns eternall all-fore-seeing King,* 1.25 Who never rashly ordereth anything, Thought good, that man (having yet spirits sound-stated) Should dwell els-where then where he was created; That he might knowe, he did not hold this place By Natures right, but by meer gift and Grace; That he should never taste fruits vn-permitted, But keep the sacred Pledge to him committed, And dress that Park, which God, without all tearm, On these conditions gaue him, as in farm.

God would, that (void of painfull labour) he* 1.26 Should liue in Eden; but not idlely: For, Idlenes pure Innocence subuerts, Defiles our body, and our soule peruerts: Yea, soberest men it makes delicious, To vertue dull, to vice in genious. But that first travell had no sympathy With our since-travails wretched cruelty, Distilling sweat, and panting wanting winde, Which was a scourge for Adams sin assign'd.

For, Edens earth was then so fertile fat,* 1.27 That he made onely sweet Essayes, in that, Of skilfull industry, and naked wrought More for delight, then for the gain he sought. In brief, it was a pleasant exercise, A labour lik't, a pain much like the guise Of cunning dauncers; who▪ although they skip,* 1.28 Run, caper, vault, traverse, and turn, and trip, From Morn till Even, at night again full merry, Renue their daunce, of dauncing never weary.

Or else of Hunters, that with happy luck* 1.29 Rousing betimes som often breathed Buck, Or goodly Stagge, their yelping Hounds vncouple, Winde lowd their horns, their whoops, & hallows double Spur-on and spare not, following their desire, Themselues vn-weary, though their Hackneis tyre.

But, for in th' end of all their iolity, Ther's found much stifness, sweat and vanity; I rather match it to the pleasing pain Of Angels pure, who ever sloath disdain:* 1.30 Or to the Suns calm course, who pain-less ay* 1.31 About the welkin posteth night and day.

Doubtless, when Adam saw our common ayr,* 1.32 He did admire the mansion rich and fair Of his Successors▪ For, frosts keenly cold The shady locks of Forrests had not powl'd: Heav'n had not thundred on our heads as yet, Nor given the earth her sad Diuorces Writ.

But when he once had entred Paradise,* 1.33 The remnant world he iustly did despise: [Much like a Boor far in the Country born, Who, never having seen but Kine and Corn, Oxen, and Sheep, and homely Hamlets thatcht (Which, fond, he counts as Kingdoms; hardly matcht) When afterward he happens to behold Our welthy London's wonders manifold,* 1.34 The silly peasant thinks himself to b•• In a new World; and gazing greedily, One while he Art-less, all the Arts admires, Then the faire Temples, and their top-less spires, Their firm foundations, and the massie pride Of all their sacred ornaments beside: Anon he wonders at the differing graces, Tongues, gests, attires, the fashions and the faces, Of busie-buzzing swarms, which still hee meets Ebbing and flowing ouer all the streets; Then at the signes, the shops, the waights, the measures, The handy-crafts, the rumors, trades, and treasures.

But of all sights, none seems him yet more strange Then the rare, beautious, stately, rich Exchange. Another while he maruails at the Thames, Which seems to bear huge mountains on her streams: Then at the fa••-built Bridge; which he doth iudge More like a tradefull City then a Bridge; And glancing thence a-long the Northren shoar, That princely prospect doth amaze him more.]

For in that Garden man delighted so, That rapt he wist not if hee wak't or no; If he beheld a true thing or a fable; Or Earth, or Heav'n: all more then admirable. For such excess his extasie was small; Not hauing spirit enough to muse withall, He wisht him bundred-fold redoubled senses, The more to taste so rare sweet excellences; Not knowing, whether nose, or ears, or eyes, Smelt, heard, or saw, more sauors, sounds, or Dies.

But, Adams best and supreame delectation,* 1.35 Was th' often haunt and holy conuersation His soule and body had so many waies With God, who lightned Eden with his Rays. For spirits, by faith religiously refin'd, 'Twixt God and man retain a middle kinde: And (Vmpires) mortall to th' immortall ioyn; And th' infinit in narrow clay confine.

Som-times by you, O you all-faining Dreams, We gain this good; but not when Bacchus steams* 1.36 And glutton vapours ouer-flowe the Brain, And drown our spirits, presenting fancies vain: Nor when pale Phlegm, or Saffron-coloured Choler, In feeble stomacks belch with diuers dolor, And print vpon our Vnderstandings Tables; That, Water-wracks; this other, flamefull fables: Nor when the Spirit of lies our spirits deceiues, And guile-full visions in our fancy leaues: Nor when the pencil of Cares ouer-deep Our day-bred thoughts depainteth in our sleep.

But when no more the soules chief faculties, Are sperst to sereue the body many waies, When all self-vned, free from dayes disturber, Through such sweet Trance, she findes a quiet harbour; Where som in riddles, som more plain exprest, Shee sees things future, in th' Almighties brest.

And yet far higher is this holy Fit,* 1.37 When (not from flesh) but from flesh-cares, acquit) The wakefull soule it self assembling so, All selfly dies; while that the body though Liues motion-les: for, sanctified wholly, It takes th' impression of Gods Signet Soly; And in his sacred Crystall Map, doth see Heav'ns Oracles, and Angels glorious glee: Made more then spirit, Now, Morrow, Yesterday, To it, all one, are all as present aye. And though it seem not (when the dream's expir'd) Like that it was; yet is it much admir'd Of rarest men, and shines among them bright Like glistring Starrs through gloomy shades of night.

But aboue all, that's the divinest Trance,* 1.38 When the soules eye beholds Gods countenance; When mouth to mouth familiarly he deales, And in our face his drad-sweet face hee seales. As when S. Paul, on his deer Masters wings, Was rapt aliue vp to th' eternall things: And he that whilom for the chosen flock, Made walls of waters, waters of a rock.

O sacred flight! sweet rape! loues soueraign bliss!* 1.39 Which very loves deer lips dost make vs kiss: Hymen, of Manna, and of Mel compact, Which for a time dost Heav'n with earth contract: Fire, that in Limbeck of pure thoughts divine Doost purge our thoughts, and our dull earth refine: And mounting vs to Heav'n, vn-mouing hence, Man (in a trice) in God doost quintessence: O! mad'st thou man divine in habitude, As for a space; O sweetest solitude,

Thy bliss were equall with that happie Rest Which after death shall make vs ever-blest.

Now, I beleeve that in this later guise* 1.40 Man did conuerse in Pleasant Paradise With Heav'ns great Architect, and (happy) there His body saw (or body as it were) Gloriously compast with the blessed Legions That raign above the azure-spangled Regions.

ADAM, quoth He, the beauties manyfold* 1.41 That in this Eden thou doest heer behold, Are all thine, onely: enter (sacred race) Come, take possession of this wealthy place, The Earth's sole glory: take (deer Sonn) to thee, This farm's demains, leave the Chief right to me; And th' only Rent that of it I reserue, is One Trees fair fruit, to shew thy sute and seruice: Be thou the Liege, and I Lord Paramount, I'le not exact hard fines (as men shall woont). For signe of Homage, and for seal of Faith, Of all the profits this Possession hath, I only ask one Tree; whose fruit I will For Sacrament shall stand of Good and Ill. Take all the rest, I bid thee: but I vow By th' vn-nam'd name, where-to all knees doo bow, And by the keen Darts of my kindled Ire (More fiercely burning then consuming fire) That of the Fruit of Knowledge if thou feed, Death, dreadfull Death shall plague Thee and thy Seed. If then, the happie state thou hold'st of me, My holy mildnes, nor high Maiesty, If faith nor Honour curb thy bold ambition, Yet weigh thy self, and thy owne Seeds condition.

Most mighty Lord (quoth Adam) heer I tender* 1.42 All thanks I can, not all I should thee render, For all thy liberall fauours, far surmounting My hearts conceit, much more my tongues recounting. At thy command, I would with boyst'rous shock Goe run my self against the hardest rock:

Or cast me head long from som Mountain steep, Down to the whirling bottom of the Deep: Yea, at thy beck, I would not spare the life Of my deer Phoenix, sister-daughter-wife: Obaying thee, I finde the things impossible, Cruell, and painfull; pleasant, kinde, and possible.

But since thy first Law doth more grace afford Vnto the Subiect, than the souerain Lord: Since (bountious Prince) on me and my Descent, Thou doost impose no other tax, nor Rent, But one sole Precept, of most iust condition (No Precept neither, but a Prohibition); And since (good God) of all the Fruits in EDEN There's but one Apple that I am forbidden, Euen only that which bitter Death doth threat, (Better, perhaps, to look on then to eate) I honour in my soule, and humbly kiss Thy iust Edict (as Author of my bliss): Which, once transgrest, deserues the rigor rather Of sharpest Iudge, then mildnes of a Father.

The Firmament shall retrograde his course, Swift Euphrates goe hide him in his source, Firm Mountains skip like Lambs; beneath the Deep Eagles shall diue; Whales in the air shall keep, Yer I presume, with fingers ends to touch (Much less with lips) the Fruit forbod so much.

Thus, yet in league with Heav'n and Earth, he liues;* 1.43 Enioying all the Goods th' Almighty giues: And, yet not treading Sins false mazy measures, Sails on smooth surges of a Sea of pleasures;

Heer, vnderneath a fragrant Hedge reposes, Full of all kindes of sweet all-coloured Roses, Which (one would think) the Angels daily dress In true loue-knots, tri-angles, lozenges.

Anon he walketh in a leuell lane* 1.44 On either side beset with shady Plane, Whose arched boughs, for Frize and Cornich bear Thick Groues, to shield from future change of air:

Then in a path impal'd, in pleasant wise, With sharp-sweet Orange, Limon, Citron trees; Whose leauy twigs, that intricately tangle, Seem painted walls whereon true fruits do dangle.

Now in a plentious Orchard planted rare With vn-graft trees, in checker, round and square: Whose goodly fruits so on his will doe wait, That plucking one, another's ready straight: And hauing tasted all (with due satiety) Findes all one goodnes, but in taste variety.

Anon he stalketh with an easie stride,* 1.45 By som cleer Riuer's lilly-paued side, Whose sand's pure gold, whose pebbles precious Gemms, And liquid siluer all the curling streams: Whose chiding murmur, mazing in and out, With Crystall cesterns moats a mead about: And th' art-less Bridges, ouer-thwart this Torrent, Are rocks self-arched by the eating current:* 1.46 Or louing Palms, whose lusty Femals (willing Their marrow-boyling loues to be fulfilling, And reach their Husband-trees on th' other banks) Bow their stiff backs, and serue for passing-planks.

Then in a goodly Garden's alle is smooth,* 1.47 Where prodig Nature sets abroad her booth Of richest beauties, where each bed and border Is like pide posies diuers dies and order.

Now, far from noise, he creepeth couertly Into a Caue of kindly Porphyry,* 1.48 Which, rock-fall'nspowts, congeald by colder air, Seem with smooth anticks to haue sceled fair: There laid at ease, a cubit from the ground, Vpon a Iaspir fring'd with y••ie round, Purfled with vains, thick thrumm'd with mossie Beuer, He falls asleep fast by a silent Riuer; Whose captiue streams, through crooked pipes still rushing,* 1.49 Make sweeter Musick with their gentle gushing, Then now at Tiuoli, th' Hydrantik Braul▪ Of rich Ferrara's stately Cardinall:

Or Ctesibegrave;s rare engines, framed there Where as they made of Ibis, Iupiter.

Musing▪ anon through crooked Walks he wanders,* 1.50 Round-winding rings, and intricate Meanders, False-guiding paths, doubtfull beguiling strays, And right-wrong errors of an end-less Maze: Not simply hedged with a single border Of Rosenoary, cut-out with curious order, In Satyrs, Centaurs, Whales, and half-men-Horses, And thousand other counterfaited corses: But with true Beasts, fast in the ground still sticking,* 1.51 Feeding on grass, and th' airy moisture licking: Such as those Bonarets, in Scythia bred* 1.52 Of slender seeds, and with green fodder fed; Although their bodies, noses, mouths, and eys, Of new-yeand Lambs haue full the form and guise; And should be very Lambs▪ saue that (for foot) Within the ground, they fix a liuing root, Which at their nauell growes, and dies that day That they haue brouz'd the neighbour grass away.

O wondrous vertue of God only good! The Beast hath root, the Plant hath flesh & bloud: The nimble Plant can turn it to and fro; The nummed Beast can neither stir norgoe: The Plant is leaf-less, branch-less, void of fruit; The Beast is lust-less, sex-less, fire-less, mute: The Plant with Plants his hungry paunch doth feede; Th' admired Beast is sowen a slender seede.

Then vp and down a Forrest thick he paseth;* 1.53 Which selfly opening in his presence, baseth Her trembling tresses neuer-vading spring, For humble homage to her mightie King: Where thousand Trees, wauing with gentle puffs Their plumy tops, sweep the celestiall roofs: Yet enuying all the massie Cerbas fame,* 1.54 Sith fiftie pases can but clasp the same.

There springs the Shrub three foot aboue the grass,* 1.55 Which fears the keen edge of the Curtelace;

Whereof the rich Egyptian so endears Root, bark, and fruit, and much-much more the tears.

There liues the Sea-oake, in a little shel; There growes vntill'd the ruddy Cochenel:* 1.56 And there the Chermez, which on each side Arms With pointed prickles all his precious arms: Rich Trees, and fruitfull in those Worms of Price, Which pressed, yeeld a crimsin-coloured juice, Whence thousand Lambs are died so deep in grain That their own Mothers knowe them not again.

There mounts the Melt, which serues in Mexico For weapon, wood, needle, and threed (to sowe)* 1.57 Brick, hony, sugar, sucket, balm, and wine, Parchment, perfume, apparell, cord, and line: His wood for fire, his harder leaues are fit For thousand vses of inuentiue wit. Som-times ther-on they graue their holy things, Laws, lauds of Idols, and the gests of Kings: Som-times conioyned by a cunning hand Vpon their roofs for rowes of tyle they stand: Som-times they twine them into equall threeds; Small ends make needles; greater, arrow-heads: His vpper sap the sting of Serpentscutes: His new-sprung bud a rare Conserue indures: His burned stalks, with strong fumosities Of pearcing vapours, purge the French disease: And they extract, from liquor of his feet, Sharpevinegar, pure hony, sugar sweet.

There quakes the Plant, which in Pudefetan Is call'd the Shame-fac't: for, asham'd of man,* 1.58 If towards it one doo approach too much, It shrinks his boughs, to shun our hatefull touch; As if it had a soule, a sense, and sight, Subiect to shame, fear, sorrow and despight.

And there, that Tree from off whose trembling top Both swimming shoals, and flying troups doe drop:* 1.59 I mean the tree now in Iuturna growing, Whose leaues disperst by Zephyr's wanton blowing,

Are metamorphos'd both in form and matter, On land to Fowls, to Fishes in the Water.

But seest thou not (deer Muse) thou treadst the same* 1.60 Too-curious path, thou dost in others blame? And striv'st in vain to paint This Work so choice, The which no humane spirit, nor hand, nor voice, Can once conceiue, less pourtray, least express, All ouer-whelm'd in gulfs so bottomless. Who (matching Art with Nature) likeneth Our grounds to EDEN, fondly measureth, By painted Butter-flies th' imperiall Eagle; And th' Elephant by euery little Beagle.

This fear to fail, shall serue me for a bridle,* 1.61 Least (lacking wings and guide) too busie-idle, And ouer-bold, Gods Cabinet I clime, To seek the place and search the very time, When both our Parents, or but one was ta'en Out of our Earth, into that fruitfull Plain: How long they had that Garden in possession, Before their proud and insolent Transgression: What Children there they earned, and how many, Of whether sex: or whether none or any: Or how (at least) they should haue propagated, If the sly malice of the serpent hated, Causing their fall, had not defil'd their kin, And vnborn seed, with leprosie of Sin.

If void of Venus; sith vnlike it is, Such blessed state the noble flowr should miss Of Virgin-head, or folk so perfect chaste Should furious feel, when they their loues imbraç't; Such tickling flames as our fond soule surprise (That dead a-while in Epileps••e lies) And slack our sinews all, by little and little Drowning our reason in foule pleasure brittle.

Or whether else as men in gender now, Sith spouse-bedspot-less laws of God allow, If no excess command: sith else again The Lord had made the double sex in vain.

Whether their Infants should haue had the Powr We now perceiue in fresh youths Iusty flowr, As nimble feet, lims strong and vigorous; Industrious hands, and hearts couragious; Sith before sin, Man ought not less appear In Natures gifts, then his then-seruants were: And loe the Partridge, which new-hatched bears On her weak back her parent-house, and wears In stead of wings, a bever-supple down, Follows her dam through furrows vp and down.

Or else as now; sith in the womb of Eue A man of thirtie yeares could neuer liue: Nor may we iudge' gainst Natures course apparant; Without the sacred Scriptures speciall warrant: Which for our good (as Heav'ns deer babe) hath right To countermaund our reason and our sight.

Whether their seed should with their birth haue brought Deep Knowledge, Reason, Vnderstanding-thought; Sith now wee see the new-fall'n feeble Lamb, Yet stayn'd with bloud of his distressed Dam, Knowes wel the Wolf, at whose fell sight he shakes, And right the tear of th' vnknow'n Eaw he takes▪ And sith a dull Dunce, which no knowledge can, Is a dead image, and no liuing man.

Or the thick vail of Ignorance's night Had hooded-vp their issues inward sight; Sith the much moisture of an Infant brain Receiues so many shapes, that ouer-lam New dash the old; and the trim commixation Of confus'd fancies, full of alteration, Makes th' Vnderstanding hull, which settle would, But findes no firm ground for his Anchors hold.

Whether old ADAM should haue left the place Vnto his Sonnes; they, to their after-race: Or whether all together at the last Should gloriously from thence to Heav'n haue past.

Search whoso list, who list let va••••t in pride* 1.62 T' haue hit the white, and let him (sage) decide

The many other doubts that vainly rise, For mine owne part I will not seem so wise: I will not waste my trauail and my seed, To reap an empty straw, or fruitless reed.

Alas! we know what Orion of grief Rain'd on the curst head of the creatures Chief,* 1.63 After that God against him war proclaim'd, And Satan princedom of the earth had claim'd. But none can know precisely how at all Our Elders liv'd before their odious fall: An vnknow'n Cifer, and deep Pit it is, Where Dircean Oedipus his marks would miss: Sith Adam's self, if now he liv'd anew, Could scant vnwinde the knotty snarled clew Of double doubts, and questions intricate That Schools dispute about this pristin state.

But this sole point I rest resolved in,* 1.64 That seeing Death's the meer effect of sin, Man had not dreaded Death's all-slaying might, Had hee still stood in Innocence vpright.

For, as two Bellows, blowing turn by turn,* 1.65 By little and little make cold coals to burn, And then their fire inflames with glowing heat An yron bar; which on the Anuil beat, Seems no more yron, but flyes almost all In hissing sparks, and quick bright cinders small: So, the Worlds Soule should in our soule inspire Th' eternall force of an eternall fire, And then our soule (as form) breathe in our corse Her count-less numbers, and Heav'n-tuned force, Wherewith our bodies beauty beautified, Should (like our death-less soule) haue neuer died.

Heer (wot I well) som wranglers will presume* 1.66 To say, Small fire will by degrees consume Our humor radicall: and, how-be-it The differing vertues of those fruits, as yet Had no agreement with the harmfull spight Of the fell Persian dangerous Acomte;

And notwithstanding that then ADAMS taste Could well haue vsed all, without all waste, Yet could they not restore him euery day Vnto his body that which did decay▪ Because the food cannot (as being strange) So perfectly in humane substance change: For, it resembleth wine, wherein too rife* 1.67 Water is brewd, whereby the pleasant life Is ouer-cool'd; and so there rests, in fine, Nought of the strength, sauour, or taste of wine. Besides, in time the naturall faculties Are tyr'd with toyl; and th' Humour-enemies, Our death conspiring, vndermine, at last, Of our Soules prisons the foundations fast.

I, but the Tree of life the strife did stay* 1.68 Which th' Humours caused in this house of clay; And stopping th' euill, changed (perfect good) In body fed, the body of the food: Only the soules contagious malady Had force to frustrate this high remedy.

Immortall then, and mortall, man was made;* 1.69 Mortall he liv'd, and did immortall vade: For, 'fore th' effects of his rebellious ill, To die or liue, was in his power and will: But since his Sin, and proud Apostasie, Ah! die he may, but not (alas!) not-dy; As after his new-birth, he shall attain Onely a powr to neuer-dy again.

FINIS.

THE IMPOSTVRE. THE II. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK.

THE ARGVMENT.

Iustice and Mercy modul'd in their kinde: Satans proud Hate, and Enuie to Mankinde: His many Engins, and malitious Wiles, Whereby the best he many-times beguiles▪ Why he assum'd a Body, and began With Eue; by Her to vndermine her Man: Their dreadfull Fall: Their drousie Conscience: Gods righteous Sentence, for their foul Offence, On them (and Theirs): Their Exile: Eden barr'd With flaming Sword, and Scraphin for guard.

O Who shall lend me light and nimble wings, That (passing Swallows, and the swiftest things) Euen in a moment, boldly-daring, I From Heav'n to Hell, from Hell to Heav'n may fly? O! who shall showe the countenance and gestures Of Mercy and Iustice? which fair sacred sisters, With equall poiz, doe euer ballance ev'n Th' vnchanging Proiects of the King of Heav'n? Th' one stern of look, the other milde-aspecting: Th' one pleas'd with tears, the other bloud affecting: Th' one bears the Sword of vengeance vnrelenting, Th' other brings Pardon for the true-repenting: Th' one, from Earths-Eden, Adam did dismiss, Th' other hath rais'd him to a higher Bliss.

Who shall direct my pen to paint the Story Of wretched mans forbidden-Bit-lost glory? What Spell shall charm th' attentiue Readers sense? What Fount shall fill my voice with eloquence? So that I, rapt, may rau••sh all this ILE With graue-sweet warbles of my sacred stile; Though Adams Doom, in euery Sermon common, And founded on the error of a woman, Weary the vulgar, and be iudg'd a iest Of the profane, zeal-scoffing Atheïst.

Ah! Thou my God, euen Thou (my soule refining* 1.70 In holy Faith's pure furnace, cleerely shining) Shalt make my hap farr to surmount my hope, Instruct my spirit, and giue my tongue smooth scope: Thou, bountious in my bold attempts shalt grace-me, And in the rank of holiest Poets place-me; And frankly grant, that (soaring neer the sky) Among our Authors, Eagle-like I fly: Or, at the least (if Heav'n such hap denay) I may point others, Honors beautious Way.

WHILE Adam bathes in these felicities,* 1.71 Hell's Prince, sly parent of revolt and lies, Feels a pestiferous busie-swarming nest Of neuer-dying Dragons in his brest, Sucking his bloud, tyring vpon his lungs, Pinching his entrails with ten thousand tongues, His cursed soule still most extreamly racking, Too frank in giuing torments, and in taking: But aboue all, Hate, Pride, and Enuious spight, His hellish life doo torture day and night: For th' Hate he bears to God, who hath him driv'n▪ Iustly for euer, from the glittering Heav'n, To dwell in darknes of a sulph'ry clow'd (Though still his brethrens seruice be allow'd:) The Proud desire to haue in his subiection Mankinde in chain'd in gyues of Sins infection, And th' Enuious heart-break to see yet to shine In Adams face Gods Image all diuine,

Which he had lost; and that Man might atchieue The glorious bliss, his Pride he did depriue: Growen barbarous Tyrants of his treacherous wil, Spur-on his course, his rage redoubling stil.

Or rather (as the prudent Hebrue notes) 'Tis that old Python which through hundred-throats Doth proudly hiss, and (past his wont) doth fire A hell of Furies in his fell desire: His enuious hart, self-swoln with sullen spight, Brooks neither greater, like, nor lesser wight: Dreads th' one, as Lord; as equall, hates another; And (iealous) doubts the rising of the other.

To vent his poyson, this notorious Tempter* 1.72 (Meer spirit) assails not Eue, but doth attempt her In fained form: for else, the soule diuine Which rul'd (as Queen) the Littl••-worlds designe, So purely kept her Vow of Chastitie, That he in vain should tempt her Constancy. Therefore he fleshly doth the Flesh assay (Suborning that) her Mistress to betray; A subtle Pandar with more tycing sleights Then Sea hath Fish, or Heav'n hath twinkling lights.

For, had he beene, of an ethereall matter,* 1.73 Of fiery substance, or aiereall nature; The needfull help of language had he wanted, Whereby Faiths ground-work was to be supplanted: Sith such pure bodies haue nor teeth, nor tongues, Lips, artires, nose, Palate, nor panting lungs, Which rightly plaç't are properly created True instruments of sounds articulated.

And further-more, though from his birth h'had had* 1.74 Hart-charming cunning smoothly to perswade, He fear'd (malitious) if he care-less, came Vn-masked, like himself, in his own name, In deep distrust man entring, suddainly, Would stop his ears, and his foul presence fly: As (opposite) taking the shining face Of sacred Angels full of glorious grace,

He then suspected least the Omnipotent Should think man's Fall scarce worthy punishment.

Much like (therefore) som theef that doth conceiue* 1.75 From trauailers both life and goods to reaue, And in the twi-light (while the Moon doth play In Thetis Palace) neer the Kings high-way Himself doth ambush in a bushy Thorn; Then in a Caue, then in a field of Corn, Creeps to and fro, and fisk eth in and out, And yet the safety of each place doth doubt; Till, resolute at last (vpon his knee Taking his leuell) from a hollow Tree, He swiftly sends his fire-wingd messenger, At his false sute t'arrest the passenger: Our freedoms felon, fountain of our sorrow, Thinks, now the beautie of a Horse to borrow; Anon to creep into a Haifers side;* 1.76 Then in a Cock, or in a Dog to hide; Then in a nimble Hart himself to shroud; Then in the starr'd plumes of a Peacock proud; And least he miss a mischief to effect, Oft changeth minde, and varies oft aspect. At last, remembring that of all the broods,* 1.77 In Mountains, Plains, Airs, Waters, Wildes, and Woods, The knotty Serpent's spotty generation Are filled with infectious inflammation: And though they want Dogs teeth, Bores tusks, Bears paws, The Vultures bill, Buls horns, and Griphins claws; Yea, seem so weak, as if they had not might To hurt vs once, much less to kill vs quite: Yet, many times they treacherously betray vs, And with their breath, look, tongue, or train they slay vs: He crafty cloaks him in a Dragons skin All bright-bespect; that, speaking so within That hollow Sagbuts supple-wreathing plies▪ The mouer might with th' Organ sympathize. For, yet the faith-less Serpent (as they say) With horror crawl'd not groueling on the clay,

Nor to Mankinde (as yet) was held for hatefull, Sith that's the hire of his offence ingratefull.

But now, to censure how this change befell* 1.78 Our wits com short, our words suffice not well To vtter it: much less our feeble Art Can imitate this sly malitious part.

Somtimes me seems (troubling Eues spirit) the Fiend* 1.79 Made her this speaking fancy apprehend. For, as in liquid clouds (exhaled thickly) Water and Ayr (as moist) doe mingle quickly; The euill Angels slide too easily, As subtile Spirits, into our fantasie.

Somtimes me seems She saw (wo-worth the hap)* 1.80 No very Serpent, but a Sepents shape: Whether that, Satan plaid the Iuggler there, Who tender eys with charmed Tapers blear, Trans-forming so by subtile vapoury gleams, Mens heads to Monsters, into Eels the beams: Or whether, Diuels hauing bodies light, Quick, nimble, actiue, apt to change with sleight, In shapes or shewes, they guilefull haue propos'd; In brief, like th' Air whereof they are compos'd. For, as the ayr, with scattered clouds be-spred Is heer and there, black, yellow, white, and red, Resembling▪ Armies, Monsters, Mountains, Dragons, Rocks, fiery Castles, Forrests, Ships, and Wagons, And such to vs through glass transparent cleer From form to form varying it doth appear: So, these seducers can growe great, or small, Or round, or square, or streight, or short, or tall, As fits the passions they are moued by, And such our soule receiues them from our ey.

Somtimes; that Satan (only for this work)* 1.81 Fain'd him a Serpents shape, wherein to lurk. For, Nature framing our soules enemies, Of bodies light, and in experience wise, In malice crafty; curious they assemble Small Elements, which (as of kin) resemble,

Whereof a Mass is made, and there▪ vnto They soon giue growth and liuely motion too. Not, that they be Creators: for, th' Almighty Who first of nothing made vast Amphitri••••, The World's dull Centre, Heavn's ay-turning frame▪ And whirling Ayr, sole merits that high name: Who (onely Beeing) Being giues to all, And of all things the seeds substantiall Within their first-borne bodies hath inclos'd, To be in time by Nature's hand dispos'd: Not those, who (taught by curious Art or Nature) Haue giv'n to things Heav'n-pointed form and stature, Hastned their growth, or wakened learnedly The forms that formless in the Lump didly.

But (to conclude) I think't was no conceipt,* 1.82 No fained Idoll, nor no iuggling sleight, Nor body borrowed for this vses sake, But the self Serpent which the Lord did make In the beginning: for, his hatefull breed Bears yet the pain of this pernicious deed.* 1.83

Yet, 'tis a doubt, whether the Diuell did Gouern the Dragon (not there selfly hid) To raise his courage, and his tongue direct, Locally absent, present by effect. As when the sweet strings of a Lute we strike, Another Lute laid neer it, sounds the like, Nay, the same note, through secret simpathy (Vntoucht) receiuing life and Harmony: Or, as a sta••, which (though far distant) pours, Vpon our heads, hap-less or happy showrs.

Or, whether for a time he did abide, Within the doubling Serpents damask hide,* 1.84 Holding a place-less place: as our soule deor▪ Through the dimlanthorn of our flesh▪ shines cleer; And bound-less bounds itself in so streight space, As fo••m in body, not as body in place.

But this stands sure, how euer else it went, Th' old Serpent serv'd as Satans instrument

To charm in Eden with a strong illusion* 1.85 Our silly Grandam to her selfs confusion. For, as an old, rude, rotten, tune-les Kit, If famous Dowland daign to finger it, Makes sweeter Musik then the choicest Lute In the gross handling of a clownish Brute: So, whiles a learned Fiend with skilfull hand Doth the dull motions of his mouth command, This self-dum Creatures glozing Rhetorike With bashfull shame great Orators would strike. So, Faiery Trunks within Epyrus Groue Mov'd by the spirit that was inspir'd by Ioue, With fluent voice (to euery one that seeks) Fore-tell the Fates of light-beleeuing Greeks: So all incenst, the pale Engastromith (Rul'd by the furious spirit hee's haunted with) Speakes in his womb; So well a workmans skill Supplies the want of any organ ill: So doth the Phantike (lifting vp his thought On Satans wing) tell with a tongue distraught Strange Oracles, and his sick spirit doth plead Euen of those Arts that he did neuer read.

O ruth-less murderer of immortall soules! Alas! to pull vs from the happy Poles,* 1.86 And plunge vs headlong in thy yawning hell, Thy ceas-less frauds, and fetches who can tell?

Thou play'st the Lion, when thou doost in gage Bloud-thirsty Nero's barbarous heart with rage, While flesht in murthers (butcher-like) he paints The Saint-poor world with the deer bloud of Saints.

Thou play'st the Dog, when by the mouth profane Of som false Prophet t••ou doost beleh thy bane, While from the Pulpit harkingly he rings Bold blasphemies against the king of kings.

Thou play'st the Swine, when plung'd in pleasures vile, Som Epicure doth sober mindes defile, Transforming lewdly, by his loose impiety, Strict Lacedaemon to a soft society.

Thou play'st the Nightingale, or else the Swan, When any famous Rhetorician, With captious wit and curious language, draws Seduced hearers; and subuerts the laws.

Thou plaist the Fox, when thou dost fain a-right The face and phrase of som deep Hypocrite, True painted Toomb, dead-seeming coals, but quick; A Scorpion fell, whose hidden tail doth prick.

Yet, this were little, if thy spight audacious, Spar'd (at the least) the face of Angels gracious, And if thou didst not (Ape-like) imitate Th' Almighties works, the wariest Wits to mate.* 1.87

But (without numbring all thy suttle baits, And nimble iuggling with a thousand sleights) Timely returning where I first digrest, I'le onely heer thy first DECEIPT digest.

The Dragon then, Mans Fortress to surprise, Follows som Captains martiall policies, Who, yer too neer an Aduerse place he pitch,* 1.88 The situation marks, and sounds the ditch, With his eys leuell the steep wall he metes, Surueies the flanks, his Camp in order sets; And then approaching, batters sore the side Which Art and Nature haue least fortifi'd: So this old Souldier, hauing marked rife The first-born payrs yet danger-dreadless life; Mounting his Canons suttly he assaults The part he findes in euident defaults: Namely, poor Woman, wauering, weake, vnwise, Light, credulous, news-louer giuen to lies.

Eue, Second honour of this Vniuerse!* 1.89 Is't true (I pray) that iealous God, peruerse, Forbids (quoth he) both you and all your race, All the fair Fruits these siluer Brooks imbrace; So oft bequeath'd you, and by you possest, And day and night by your own labour drest?

With th' ayr of these sweet words, the wily Snake A poysoned ayr inspired (as it spake)

In Eues frail brest; who thus replies: O! knowe* 1.90 What e••r thou be (but thy kinde care doth showe A gentle friend) that all the fruits and flowrs In this earths-heav'n are in our hands and powrs, Except alone that goodly fruit diuine, Which in the midst of this green ground doth shine; But, all-good▪ God (alas! I wote not why) For bad vs touch that Tree, on pain to dy. She ceast: already brooding in her heart A curious wish, that will her weal subuert.* 1.91

As a false Louer that thick snares hath laid, T'intrap the honour of a fair young Maid, When she (though little) listning ear affoords To his sweet, courting, deep-affected words, Feels som asswaging of his freezing ••••ame, And sooths himself with hope to gain his game; And rapt with ioy, vpon this point persists, That parleing Citie neuer long resists: Euen so the Serpent, that doth counterfet A guilefull Call ••••allure vs to his net; Perceiuing Eue his flattering gloze digest, He prosecutes, and locund, doth not rest, Till he haue try'd, foot, hand, and head, and all, Vpon the Breach of this new-battered wall.* 1.92

No, fair (quoth he) beleeue not, that the care God hath, mankinde from spoyling death to spare, Makes him forbid you (on so strict condition) This purest, fairest, rarest Fruits fruition: A doubtfull fear▪ an en••le, and a hate, His iealous heart for euer cruciate; Sith the suspected vertue of This Tree Shall soon disperse the cloud of Idiocy, Which dims your eys; and▪ further, make you seem (Excelling vs) euen equall Gods to him. O Worlds rare gloryl reach thy happy hand, Reach, reach (I say) why doost thou stop or stand? Begin thy Bliss, and doo not fear the threat* 1.93 Of an vncertain God-head, onely great,

Through self-aw'd zeal: put on the glistring Pall Of immortality: doe not fore-stall (As enuious stepdame) thy posteritie The souerain honour of Diuinitie.

This parley ended, our ambitious Grandam,* 1.94 Who only yet did heart and ey abandon Against the Lord; now farther doth proceed, And hand and mouth makes guilty of the deed.

A nouice Theef; that in a Closet spies* 1.95 A heap of Gold, that on the Table lies; Pale, fearfull, shiuering, twice or thrice extends, And twice or thrice retires his fingers ends, And yet again returns; the booty takes, And faintly-bold, vp in his cloak it makes, Scarce findes the doore, with faultring foot hee flies, And still looks back for fear of Hu-on cries: Euen so doth Eue shew by like fear-full fashions The doubtfull combat of contending Passions; She would, she would not; glad, sad; coms, and goes: And long she marts about a Match of Woes: But (out alas••) at last she toucheth it, And (hauing toucht) tastes the forbidden bit.* 1.96

Then as a man that from a lofty Clift, Or steepy Mountain, doth descend too swift, Stumbling at somwhat, quickly clips som lim Of som deer kinsman walking next to him, And by his headlong fall, so brings his friend To an vntimely, sad, and suddain end; Our Mother, falling, hales her Spouse anon Down to the gulf of pitchie Acheron. For, to the wisht Fruits beautifull aspect, Sweet Nectar-taste, and wonderfull effect, Cunningly adding her quaint smiling glances, Her witty speech, and pretty countenances, She so preuails, that her blind Lord at last, A morsell of the sharp-sweet fruit doth taste.

Now suddainly wide-open feel they might (Siel'd for their good) both soules and bodies sight;

But the sad Soule hath lost the Character,* 1.97 And sacred Image that did honour Her: The wretched Body, full of shame and sorrow To see it naked, is inforçt to borrow The Trees broad leaues, wher of they aprons frame, From Heav'ns faire ey to hide their filthy shame.

Alas, fond death-lings! O! behold how cleer The knowledge is that you haue bought so deer: In heav'nly things yee are more blinde then Moals, In earthly Owls. O! think ye (silly soules) The sight that swiftly through the earth's solid centres (As globes of pure transparent crystall) enters Cannot transpearce your leaves? or do ye ween, Couering your shame so to conceal your sin? Or that, a part thus clouded, all doth lie Safe from the search of Heav'ns all-seeing ey?

Thus yet, mans troubled dull Intelligence Had of his fault but a confused sense: As in a dream, after much drink it chances, Disturbed spirits are vext with rauing fancies.

Therefore the Lord, within the Garden fair,* 1.98 Mouing b••times I wot not I what ayr, But super naturall; whose breath diuine Brings of his presence a most certain signe: Awakes their Lethargie, and to the quick, Their self-doom'd soules doth sharply press and prick: Now more and more making their pride to fear The frowning visage of their Iudge seuere: To seck new-refuge in more secret harbors Among the dark shade of those tusting arbors.

Adam, quoth God (with thundring maiesty) Where art thou (wretch!) what doost thou? answer me Thy God and Father, from whose hand, thy health Thou hold'st, thine honour, and all sorts of wealth.

At this sad summon's, wofull man resembles* 1.99 A bearded rush that in a riuer trembles: His rosie checks are chang'd to earthen hew; His dying body drops an yeie deaw;

His tear-drown'd eys, a night of clouds bedims; About his eares, a buzzing horror swims; His fainted knees, with feeblenes are humble; His faultring feet doe slide away and stumble: He hath not (now) his free, bold, stately port; But down-cast looks, in fearfull slauish sort; Now, nought of Adam, doth in Adam rest; He feel's his senses pain'd, his soule opprest: A confus'd hoast of violent passions iarr; His flesh and spirit are in continuall warre: And now no more (through conscience of his error) He hears or feesth' Almighty, but with terror: And loth he answers (as with tongue distraught) Confessing (thus) his fear, but not his fault.

O Lord! thy voice, thy dreadfull voice hath made* 1.100 Me fearfull hide me in this couert shade. For, naked as I am (O most of might!) I dare not come before thine awfull sight.

Naked (quoth God)? why (faith-less renegate,* 1.101 Apostate Pagan!) who hath told thee that? Whence springs thy shame? what makes thee thus to run From shade to shade, my presence still to shun? Hast thou not tasted of the learned Tree, Whereof (on pain of death) I warned thee?

O righteous God (quoth Adam) I am free* 1.102 From this offence: the wife thou gauest me, For my companion and my comforter, She made me eat that deadly meat with her.

And thou (quoth God) O! thou frail treacherous Bride, Why, with thy self, hast thousedu••'t thy Guide?

Lord (answers Eue) the Serpent did intice My simple frailty to this sinfull vice.

Mark heer, how He, who fears not who reform* 1.103 His high Decrees, not subiect vnto form, Or stile of Court: who, all-wise, hath no need T' examine proof or witnes of the deed: Who, for sustaining of vnequall Scale, Dreads not the Doom of a Mercuriall;

Yer Sentence pass, doth publikely conuent, Confront, and hear with ear indifferent Th' Offenders sad: then with iust indignation, Pronounceth thus their dreadfull Condemnation.* 1.104

Ah cursed Serpent, which my fingers made To serue mankinde: th' hast made thy self a blade Wherewith vain Man and his inueigled wife (Self-parricids) haue reft their proper life. For this thy fault (true Fountain of all ill) Thou shalt be hatefull'mong all creatures still. Groueling in dust, of dust thou ay shalt feed: I'le kindle war between the Womans seed, And thy fell race; hers on the head shall ding Thine: thine again hers in the heel shall sting.

Rebel to me, vnto thy kindred curst▪* 1.105 False to thy husband, to thy self the worst: Hope not, thy fruit so easly to bring-forth As now thou slay'st it: hence forth, euery Birth Shall torture thee with thousand sorts of pain; Each artire, sinew, muscle, ioynt and vain, Shall feel his part: besides foul vomitings, Prodigious longings, thought-full languishings, With change of colour, swouns, and many others, Eternall fellows of all future mothers: Vnder his yoak, thy husband thee shall haue, Tyrant, by thee made the Arch-tyrants slaue.* 1.106

And thou disloyall, which hast harkned more To a wanton fondling then my sacred lore: Hence forth the sweat shall bubble on thy brow: Thy hands shall blister, and thy back shall bow: Ne'r shalt thousend into thy branchievains A bit, but bought with price of thousand pains. For, the earth feeling (euen in her) th' effect Of the doom thundred 'gainst thy foul defect; In stead of sweet fruits which she selfly yeelds Seed-less, and Art-less ouer all thy fields, With thorns and burrs shall bristle vp her brest: (In short) thou shalt not taste the sweets of rest,

Till ruth-less Death by his extreamest pain Thy dust-born body turn to dust again.

Heer I conceiue, that flesh and bloud will brangle,* 1.107 And murmuring Reason with th' almighty wrangle, Who did our parents with Free-will indue,* 1.108 Though he fore-saw, that that would be the clew Should lead their steps into the wofull way Where life is death ten thousand times a day: Now all, that he fore-sees, befalls: and further, Hee all euents by his free powr doth order. Man taxeth God of too-vniust severity, For plaguing Adams sin in his posterity: So that th' old yeers renewed generations Cannot asswage his venging indignations, Which haue no other ground to prosecute, But the mis eating of a certain fruit.

O dusty wormling! dar'st thou striue and stand* 1.109 With Heav'ns high Monarch? wilt thou (wretch) demand Count of his deeds? Ah! shall the Potter make* 1.110 His clay, such fashion, as him list, to take? And shal not God (Worlds Founder, Natures Father) Dispose of man (his own meer creature) rather? The supream King, who (Iudge of greatest Kings) By number, weight and measure, acts all things, Vice-loathing Lord, pure Iustice, patron strong, Law's life, Right's rule, will he doo any wrong?

Man, holdest thou of God thy frank Free-will,* 1.111 But free t'obay his sacred goodnes still? Freely to follow him, and doe his hest, Net Philtre-charm'd, nor by Busiris prest? God arms thee with discourse: but thou (O wretch) By the keen edge the wound-soule sword doost catch; Killing thy self, and in thy loyns thy line. O banefull Spider (weaving wofull twine) All Heav'ns pure flowrs thou turnest into poyson: Thy sense reaues sense: thy reason robs thy reason. For, thou complainest of Gods grace, whose Still Extracts from dross of thine audacious ill,* 1.112

Three vnexpected goods: prayse for his Name; Bliss for thy self; for Satan endless-shame: Sith, but for sin, Iustice and Mercy were But idle names: and but that thou didst erre, CHRIST had not com to conquer and to quell, Vpon the Cross, Sin, Satan, Death, and Hell: Making thee blessed more since thine offence, Then in thy primer happy innocence.

Thē, might'st thou dy; now, death thou doost not doubt: Now, in the Heav'n; then, didst thou ride without: In earth, thou liv'dst then; now in Heav'n thou beest: Then, thou didst hear Gods word; it, now thou seest: Then, pleasant fruits; now, Christ is thy repast: Then might'st thou fall; but now thou standest fast.

Now, Adams fault was not in deed so light, As seems to Reason's sin-bleard Owlie sight: But't was a chain where all the greatest sinns Were one in other linked fast, as Twinns: Ingratitude, pride, treason, gluttony, Too-curious skill-thrist, enuy, felony, Too-light, too-late beleef; were the sweet baits That made him wander from Heav'ns holy straights.

What wouldst thou (Father) say vnto a Son Of perfect age, to whom for portion (Witting and willing, while thy self yet livest) All thy possessions in the earth thou givest: And yet th' vngratefull, grace-lesse, insolent, In thine own Land, rebellion doth invent? Map now an Adam in thy memory; By Gods own hand made with great maiesty, Not poor, nor pined; but at whose command The rich aboundance of the world doth stand: Not slaue to sense, but having freely might To bridle it, and range it still aright: No idiot fool, nor drunk with vain opinion; But Gods Disciple and his deerest Minion: Who rashly growes for little, nay for nought, His deadly foe that all his good had wrought:

So mayst thou ghess, what whip what rope, what rack, What fire, were fit to punish Adams lack.* 1.113

Then, sith Mans sin by little and little runs End-less, through every Age from Sires to Sons;* 1.114 And still the farther this foul sin-spring flowes It still more muddy and more filthy growes: Thou ought'st not marvail, if (even yet) his seed Feel the iust wages of this wicked deed. For, though the keen sting of concupiscence Cannot, yer birth, his fell effect commence; The vnborn Babe, hid in the Mothers womb, Is Sorrow's seruant, and Sin's servile groom, As a frail Mote from the first Mass extract, Which Adam baen'd by his rebellious fact. Sound off-spring coms not of a Kinde infected: Parts are not fair, if to tall be defected: And a defiled stinking sink doth yeeld More durt then water, to the neighbour field.

While nights black muffler hoodeth vp the skies,* 1.115 The silly blind-man misseth not his eys:* 1.116 But when the day summons to work again, His night, eternall then he doth complain, That hee goes groping, and his hand (alas!) Is fain to guide his foot, and guard his face: So man, that liveth in the wombs obscurity, Knowes not; nor maketh knowen his lusts impurity: Which for't is sown in a too-plentious ground, Takes root already in the Caues profound Of his infected Hart: with's birth, it peers, And growes in strength, as he doth growe in years; And waxt a Tree (though proyn'd with thousand cares) An execrable deadly fruit it bears.

Thou seest, no wheat Helleborus can bring:* 1.117 Nor barly, from the madding Morrell spring:* 1.118 Nor, bleating Lambs braue Lyons doe not breed: The leprous Parents, raise a leprous seed: Even so our Grand-sire, living Innocent, Had stockt the whole World with a Saint-descent:

But suffering sin in EDEN him inuade, His sons, the sons of Sin and Wrath he made. For, God did seem t'indow, with glory and grace,* 1.119 Not the first Man so much, as all mans race: And after reaue again those gifts diuine, Not him so much, as in him all his line.

For, if an odious Traytour that conspires,* 1.120 Against a Prince, or to his state aspires, Feel not alone the laws extremity; But his sons sons (although somtimes they be Honest and vertuous) for their Fathers blame, Are hap-less scarr'd with an eternall shame: May not th' Eternall, with a righteous terror, In Adams issue punish Adams error? May he not thrall them vnder Deaths command: And sear their brows with everlasting brand Of infamy, who in his stock (accurst) Haue graft worse slips then Adam set at first?

Mans seed then iustly, by succession,* 1.121 Bears the hard penance of his high transgression: And Adam heer, from Eden banished, As first offender is first punished.

Hence (quoth the Lord) hence, hence (accursed race) Out of my Garden: quick, auoyd the place, This beautious place, pride of this Vniuerse, A house vnworthy Masters so peruerse.

Those that (in quarrell of the Strong of Strongs,* 1.122 And iust reuenge of Queen, and Countries wrongs) Were witnesses to all the wofull plaints, The sighes, and tears, and pitifull complaints, Of brauing Spaniards (chiefly braue inword) When by the valiant Heav'n-assisted sword Of Mars-like ESSEX, Englands Marshall-Earl (Then Albions Patron, and Eliza's Pearl) They were expulst from Cad'z, their deerest pleasure, Losing their Town, their honour, and their treasure: Woe worth (said they) woe worth our Kings ambition; Woe worth our Cleargy, and their Inquisition:

He seeks new Kingdoms, and doth lose his old; They burn for conscience, but their thirst is gold: Woe, and alas, woe to the vain brauados Of Typhon-like-inuincible ARMADOS, Which like the vaunting Monster-man of Gath, Haue stirr'd against vs little Dauids wrath: Wo-worth our sins: wo worth our selues, and all Accursed causes of our suddain fall; Those well may ghess the bitter agonies, And luke-warm Rivers gushing down the eys Of our first Parents, out of Eden driv'n (Of Repeal hope-less) by the hand of Heav'n; For, the Almighty set before the dore* 1.123 Of th' holy Park, a Seraphin that bore A waving sword, whose body shined bright, Like flaming Comet in the midst of night; A body meerly Metaphysioall, Which (differing little from th' ONE vnicall, Th' Act-simply-pure, the onely-beeing BEEING) Approcheth matter; ne'rtheless, not being Of matter mixt: or rather is so made So meerly spirit, that not the murdering blade, His ioyned quantity can part in two: For (pure) it cannot Suffer ought, but Doo.

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THE FVRIES. THE III. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK.

THE ARGVMENT.

The World's tranform'd from that it was at first: For Adams Sin, all Creatures else accurst: Their Harmony dis-tuned by His iar: Yet all again concent, to make Him war; As, th' Elements, and aboue all, the Earth: Three ghastly FVRIES; Sicknes, War, and Dearth, A generall Muster of the Bodies Griefs: The Soules Diseases, vnder sundry Chiefs: Both, full of Horror, but the later most; Where vgly Vice in Vertues Mask doth boast.

THis's not the World. O! whither am I brought?* 1.124 This Earth I tread, this hollow-hanging Vault, Which Dayes reducing, and renuing Nights, Renues the grief of mine afflicted sprights; This Sea I sail, this troubled Ayr I sip, Are not The First-Weeks glorious workmanship: This wretched Round is not the goodly Globe Th' Eternall trimmed in so various Robe: 'Tis but a Dungeon and a dreadfull Caue, Of that First World the miserable graue.

All-quickning Spirit, great God, that iustly-strange* 1.125 Iudge-turned-Father, wrought'st his wondrous change, Change and new-mould me; Lord, my hand assist, That in my Muse appear no earthly mist:

Make me thine organ, giue my voice dexterity Sadly to sing this sad Change to Posterity.

And, bountious Giuer of each perfect gift, So tune my voice to his sweet-sacred Clift, That in each strain my rude vnready tong Be liuely Eccho of his learned Song. And, hence-forth, let our holy Musik rauish All well-born Soules, from fancies lewdly-lauish (Of charming Sin the deep-inchaunting Syrens, The snares of vertue, valour-softning Hyrens) That toucht with terrour of thine indignation, Presented in this wofull Alteration, We all may seek, by Prayer and true Repentance, To shun the rigour of thy wrathfull Sentence.

* 1.126 But, yer we farther pass, our slender Bark Must heer strike top-s••ils to a Princely Ark Which keeps these Straights: Hee hails vs threatfully, Star-boord our helm; Com vnderneath his Lee. Ho, Whence your Bark? of Zeal-land: Whether bound? For Vertues Cape: What lading? Hope. This Sound You should not pass; sau•• that your voyage tends To benefit our Neighbours and our Frends. Thanks, Kingly Captain; daign vs then (we pray) Som skilfull Pylot through this FVRIOVS Bay; Or, in this Chanell, sith we are to learn, Vouch safe to togh vs at your Royall Stern.

YER THAT our Sire (O too too proudly-base) Turn'd tail to God, and to the Fiend his face, This mighty World did seem an Instrument True-strung, well-tun'd, and handled excellent,* 1.127 Whose symphony resounded sweetly-shrill Th' Almighties prayse, who play'd vpon it still. While man serv'd God, the World serv'd him, the lyue And liue-less creatures seemed all to striue To nurse this league; and, louing zealously These two deer Heads, embraced mutually: In sweet accord, the base with high reioyc't, The hot with cold, the solid with the moist;

And innocent Astraea did combine All with the mastick of a Loue diuine.

For, th' hidden loue that now a-dayes doth holde* 1.128 The Steel and Load-stone, Hydrargire and Golde, Th' Amber and straw; that lodgeth in one shell Pearl-fish and Sharpling: and vnites so well Sargons and Goats, the Sperage and the Rush, Th' Elm and the Vine, th' Oliue and Myrtle-bush, Is but a spark or shadow of that Loue Which at the first in every thing did moue, When as th' Earth's Muses with Harmonious sound To Heav'ns sweet Musick humbly did resound. But Adam, being chief of all the strings Of this large Lute, o're-retched, quickly brings All out of tune: and now, for melody Of warbling Charms, it yels so hideously, That it affrights fell Enyon, who turmoils To raise again th' old Chaos antik broils:

Heav'n, that still smiling on his Paramour,* 1.129 Still in her lap did Mel and Manna pour, Now with his hail, his rain, his frost and heat, Doth parch, and pinch, and over-whelm, and beat, And hoars her head with Snowes, and (ielous) dashes Against her brows his fiery lightning flashes,

On th' other side, the sullen, enuious Earth* 1.130 From blackest Cels of her foul brest sends forth A thousand foggy fumes, which every where With cloudy mists Heav'ns crystall front besmear.

Since that, the Woolf the trembling Sheep pursues; The crowing Cock, the Lion stout eschews; The Pullein hide them from the Puttock's flight, The Mastie's mute at the Hyaenas sight: Yea (who would think it?) these fell enmities Rage in the sense-less trunks of Plants and Trees: The Vine, the Cole, the Cole-wort Swines-bread dreads, The Fearn abhors the hollow waving Reeds, The Olyue and the Oak participate, Even to their earth, signes of their auncient hate,

Which suffers not (O date-less discord!) th' one Live in that ground where th' other first hath growen. O strange instinct! O deep immortall rage, Whose fiery fewd no Laethé floud can swage!

So, at the sound of Wolf-Drums rattling thunder Th' affrighted Sheep-skin-Drum doth rent in sunder: So, that fell Monsters twisted entrails cuts (By secret powr) the poor Lambs twined guts, Which (after death) in steed of bleating mute, Are taught to speak vpon an Yvory Lute: And so the Princely Eagles ravening plumes The feathers of all other Fowls consumes.

The First-mov'd Heav'n (in 'tself it self still stirring)* 1.131 Rapts with his course (quicker then windes swift whirring) All th' other Sphears, and to Alcides Spyres From Alexanders Altars driues their Fires: But mortall Adam, Monarch heer beneath, Erring draws all into the paths of death; And on rough Seas, as a blinde Pylot rash, Against the rock of Heav'ns iust wrath doth dash The Worlds great Vessell, sayling yerst at ease, With gentle gales, good guide, on quiet Seas.

For (yer his fall) which way so e'r he rowl'd* 1.132 His wondering eys God every-where behold; In Heav'n, in Earth, in Ocean, and in Ayr, He sees, and feels, and findes him every-where. The World was like a large and sumptuous Shop Where God his goodly treasures did vnwrap: Or Crystall glass most liuely representing His sacred Goodnes, every-where frequenting.

But, since his sin, the wofull wretch findes none Herb, garden, groue, field, fountain, stream or stone, Beast, mountain, valley, sea-gate, shoar, or haven, But bears his Deaths▪ doom openly ingraven: In brief, the whole scope this round Centre hath, Is a true store-house of Heav'ns righteous wrath.* 1.133

Rebellious Adam, from his God revolting, Findes his yerst-subiects 'gainst himself insulting:

The tumbling Sea, the Ayr with tempests driven, Thorn-bristled Earth, the sad and lowring Heav'n (As from the oath of their allegeance free) Revenge on him th' Almighties iniury.

The Starrs coniur'd, through enuious Influence,* 1.134 By secret Hang-men punish his offence: The Sun with heat, the Moon with cold doth vex-him, Th' Air with vnlookt-for suddain changes checks-him, With fogs and frosts, hails, snowes, and sulph'ry thunders; Blasting, and storms, and more prodigious wonders.

Fire, fall'n from Heav'n, or else by Art incited,* 1.135 Or by mischance in som rich building lighted, Or from som Mountains burning bowels throw'n, Repleat with Sulphur, Pitch, and Pumie stone, With sparkling fury spreads, and in fewe hours The labour of a thousand years devours.

The greedy Ocean, breaking wonted bounds,* 1.136 Vsurps his heards, his wealthy Iles and Towns.

The grieved Earth, to ease her (as it seems)* 1.137 Of such profane accursed weight, somtimes Swallows whole Countries, and the airie tops. Of Prince-proud towrs in her black womb she wraps. And in despight of him, abhord and hatefull,* 1.138 She many wayes proues barren and ingratefull: Mocking our hopes, turning our seed-Wheat-kernel To burn-grain Thistle, and to vapourie Darnel, Cockle, wilde Oats, rough Burs, Corn-cumbring Tares, Short recompence for all our costly cares.

Yet this were little, if she more malicious,* 1.139 Fell stepdame, brought vs not Plants more pernicious: As, sable Henbane; Morell, making mad: Cold poysoning Poppy, itching, drowsie, sad: The stifning Carpes••, th' eyes-foe Hemlock stinking, Limb-numming belching: and the sinew-shrinking Dead-laughing Ap••um, weeping Aconite (Which in our vulgar deadly Wolfs-bane hight)▪ The dropsie▪ breeding, sorrow-bringing Psylly (Heer called Flea-Wurt) Colchis▪ banefull Lilly,

(With vs Wild-Saffron) blistring byting fell: Not Napell, making lips and tongue to swell: Blood-boyling Yew, and costiue M••sseltoe: With yce-cold Mandrake, and a many mo Such fatall plants; whose fruit, seed, sap, or root, T'vntimely Graue doe bring our heed-less foot.

Besides, she knowes, we brutish value more* 1.140 Then Liues or Honours, her rich glittering Ore: That Auarice our bound-less thought still vexes: Therfore among her wreakfull baits she mixes Quick-siluer, Lithargie and Orpiment, Wherwith our entrails are oft g••awn and rent: So that somtimes; for Body, and for Minde, Torture and torment, in one Mine we finde.

What resteth more? the Masters skilfull most,* 1.141 With gentle gales driv'n to their wished Coast, Not with less labour guide their winged wayn•• On th' azure fore-head of the liquid plains: Nor crafty Iugglers, can more easily make Their self-liv'd Puppets (for their lucres sake) To skip and scud, and play, and prate, and praunce, And fight, and fall, and trip, and turn, and daunce: Then happy we did rule the sealy Legions That dumbly dwell in stormy water-Regions; Then fethered singers, and the stubborn droues That haunt the Desarts and the shady Groues: At every word they trembled then for aw, And every wink then serv'd them as a law, And always bent all duty to obserue-vs, Without command, stood ready still to serue-vs.

But now (alas!) through our fond Parents fall,* 1.142 They (of our slaues) are growen our tyrants all. Wend we by Sea? the dread Leuiathan Turns vpside-down the boyling Ocean, And on the suddain sadly doth in toomb Our floting Castle in deep Thetis womb; Yerst in the wel kin like an Eagle towring, And on the water like a Dolphin scowring.

Walk we by Land? how many loathsom swarms Of speckled poysons, with pestiferous arms, In every corner in close Ambush lurk With secret bands our sodain banes to work? Besides, the Lion and the Leopard, Boar, Bear, and Wolf to death pursue vs hard; And, ielous vengers of the wrongs divine, In peeces pull their Soverains sinfull line. The huge thick Forrests haue nor bush nor brake But hides som Hang-man our loath'd life to take: In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leaf affright. Rest we at home? the Masty fierce in force, Th' vntamed Bull, the hot courageous Horse, With teeth, with horns, and hooues besiege vs round, As griev'd to see such tyrants tread the ground: And ther's no Fly so small but now dares bring Her little wrath against her quondam King.

What hideous sights? what horror-boading showes?* 1.143 Alas, what yels? what howls? what thund'ring throws? O! am I not neer roaring Phlegoton? Alecto, sad Moger' and Thesiphon? What spels haue charm'd ye from your dreadfull den Of darkest Hell? Monsters abhord of men, O Nights black daughters, grim-faç't Furies sad, Stern Plutos Posts, what make ye heer so mad? O! feels not man a world of wofull terrors, Besides your goaring wounds and ghastly horrors?

So soon as God from Eden Adam draue, To liue in this Earth (rather in this Graue, Where raign a thousand deaths) he summon'd-vp With thundering call the damned Crew, that sup Of Sulphury Styx, and fiery Phlegeton, Bloody Cocytus, muddy Acheron.

Com snake-trest Sisters, com ye dismall Elves, Cease now to curse and cruciate your selues: Com, leaue the horror of your houses pale, Com, parbreak heer your foul, black, banefull gall:

Let lack of work no more from hence forth fear-you, Man by his sin a hundred hells doth rear-you.

This eccho made whole hell to tremble troubled, The drowsie Night her deep dark horrors doubled, And suddainly Auernus Gulf did swim With Rozin, Pitch, and Brimstone to the brim, And th' vgly Gorgons, and the Sphinxes fel, Hydraes and Harpies gan to yawn and yel.

As the heat, hidden in a vapoury Cloud, Striuing for issue with strange murmurs loud, Like Guns a stuns, with round-round-rumbling thunder Filling the Ayr with noyse, the Earth with wonder: So the three Sisters, the three hideous Rages, Rayse thousand storms, leaving th' infernal stages.* 1.144

Al-ready all rowle on their steely Cars On th' ever-shaking nine-fold steely bars Of Stygian Bridge, and in that fearfull Caue They iumble, tumble, rumble, rage and raue. Then dreadfull Hydra, and dire Cerberus Which on one body, beareth (monsterous) The heads of Dragon, Dog Ounse, Bear, and Bull, Wolf, Lion, Horse (of strength and stomack full) Listing his lungs, he hisses, barks, and brays, He howls, heyels, he bellows, roars, and neighs, Such a black Sant, such a confused sound From many-headed bodies doth rebound.

Hauing attain'd to our calm Hav'n of light, With swifter course then B••reas nimble flight, All fly at Man, all at intestine strife, Who most may torture his detested life.

Heer first coms DEARTH▪ the liuely form of Death,* 1.145 Still vawning wide, with loathsom stinking breath, With hollow eys, with meager cheeks and chin, With sharp lean bones pearcing her sable skin: Her empty bowels may be plainly spi'd Clean through the wrinkles of her withered hide: She hath no belly, but the bellies seat, Her knees and knuckles swelling hugely great:

Insatiate Orque, that even at one repast, Almost all creatures in the World would waste; Whose greedy gorge dish after dish doth draw, Seeks meat in meat. For, still her monstrous maw Voyds in deuouring, and somtimes she eats Her own deer Babes for lack of other meats: Nay more, somtimes (O strangest gluttony!) She eats her self, her self to satisfie; Lessening her self, her self so to in large: And cruell thus she doth our Grand-sire charge; And brings besides from Limbo, to assist-her, Rage, Feeblenes, and Thirst her ruthe-less sister.

Next marcheth WARR, the mistriss of enormity,* 1.146 Mother of mischief, monster of Deformity; Laws, Manners, Arts, shee breaks, shee mars, she chaces: Blood, tears, bowrs, towrs; she spils, swils, burns, and razes: Her brazen feet shake all the Earth a-sunder, Her mouth's a fire-brand, and her voice a thunder, Her looks are lightnings, every glaunce a flash: Her fingers guns that all to powder pash. Fear and Despair, Flight and Disorder, coast With hasty march, before her murderous hoast: As, Burning, Waste, Rape, Wrong, Impiety, Rage, Ruine, Discord, Horror, Cruelty, Sack, Sacriledge, Impunity, and Pride, Are still stern consorts by her babarous side: And Pouerty, Sorrow, and Desolation, Follow her Armies bloody transmigration.

Heer's th' other FVRIE (or my iudgement fails)* 1.147 Which furiously mans wofull life assails With thousand Cannons, sooner felt then seen, Where weakest strongest; fraught with deadly teen: Blinde, crooked, cripple, maymed, deaf, and mad, Cold-burning, blistered, melancholik, sad, Many-nam'd poyson, minister of Death, Which from vs creeps, but to vs gallopeth: Foul, trouble-rest, fantastik, greedy-gut, Blood-sweating, harts-theef, wretched, filthy Slut,

The Childe of surfait, and Ayrs-temper vicious, Perillous knowen, but vnknowen most pernitious.* 1.148

Th' inammeld meads, in Sommer cannot showe More Grashoppers aboue, nor Frogs belowe, Then hellish murmurs heer about doe ring: Nor neuer did the prety little King Of Hony-people, in a Sun-shine day Lead to the field in orderly array More busie buzzers, when he casteth (witty) The first foundations of his waxen City; Then this fierce Monster musters in her train Fel Souldiers, charging poor mankinde amain.

Lo, first a rough and furious Regiment* 1.149 T'assault the Fort of Adams head is sent, Reasons best Bulwark and the holy Cell Wherein the soules most sacred powers dwell.

A King, that ayms his neighbours Crown to win, Before the bruite of open warrs begin, Corrupts his Counsail with rich recompences; For, in good Counsail stands the strength of Princes: So this fell Fury, for fore-runners, sends Manie, and Phrenzie to suborn her friends: Whereof, th' one drying, th' other over-warming The feeble brain (the edge of iudgement harming) Within the Soule fantastikly they fain A confus'd hoast of strange Chimeraes vain, The Karos, th' Apoplexie, and Lethargy As forlorn hope, assault the enemy On the same side; but yet with weapons others: For, they freez-vp the brain and all his brothers; Making a liue man like a liue-less carcass, Saue that again he scapeth from the Parcas. And now the Palsie, and the Cramp dispose Their angry darts; this bindes, and that doth lose Mans feeble sinewes, shutting vp the way Whereby before the vitall spirits did play.

Then as a man, that fronts in single Fight* 1.150 His suddain foe, his ground doth trauerse light,

Thrusts, wards, auoids and best aduantage spies, At last (to daze his R••uals sparkling eyes) He casts his Cloak, and then with coward knife, In crimsin streams he makes him strain his life: So SICKNES, Adam to sub due the better (Whom thousand Gyues al-ready fastly fetter) Brings to the field the faith-less Ophthalmy With scalding blood to blinde her enemy, Darting a thousand thrusts; then she •••• backt By th' Amafrose and clowdy Cataract: That, gathering-vp gross humors inwardly In th' Op••••ke sinnew, clean puts out the ey: This other, caseth in an enuious caul The Crystall humour shining in the ball.

This past: in-steps that insosent insu••ter; The cruell Quincy, leaping like a Vulture At Adams throat, his hollow weasand swelling Among the muscles, through thick bloods congealing; Leauing him onely this Essay, for signe Of's might and malice to his future-line: Like Hercules that in his infant-browes Bore glorious marks of his vndaunted prowes, When with his hands (like steely tongs) he strangled His spightfull stepdams Dragons spotty-spangled: A proof, praesaging the tryumphant spoyls That he atchiv'd by his Twelue famous Toyls.

The second Regiment with deadly darts Assaulteth fiercely Adams vitall parts:* 1.151 Al-ready th' Asthma panting, breathing tough, With humours gross the lifting Lungs doth stuff: The pining Phthisick fills them all with pushes, Whence a slowe spowt of cor'sie matter gushes: A wasting flame the Peripneumony Within those spunges kindles cruelly: The spawling Emptem, ruth-less as the rest, With ••oul impostumes fils his hollow chest: The Pl••urisi•• stabs him with desperate foyl Beneath the ribs, where scalding blood doth boyl:

Then th' In••ubus (by som suppos'd a spright) With a thick phlegm doth stop his breath by night.

Deer Muse; my guide; cleer truth, that nought dissēbles,* 1.152 Name me that Champion that with fury trembles, Who arm'd with blazing fire brands, fiercely flings At th' Armies heart not at our feeble wings: Hauing for Aids▪ Cough, Head-ache, Horror, Heat, Pulse-beating, Burning, cold-distilling-Sweat, Thirst, Yawning, Yolking, 〈…〉〈…〉, Shiuering, Shaking, Fantastik R••uing, and continuall Akeing, With many more: O! is not this the Fury We call the Feuer? whose in constant fury Transforms her ofter then Vertumnus can, To Tertian, Quartan, and Quotidian, And Second too; now posting, somtimes pawsing, Euen as the matter, all these changes causing, Is rommidged with motions slowe or quick In feeble bodies of the Ague-sick.

Ah treacherous beast! needs must I knowe thee best:* 1.153 For foure whole years thou wert my poor harts guest, And to this day in body and in minde I bear the marks of thy despight vnkinde: For yet (besides my veins and bones bereft Of blood and marrow) through thy secret theft I feel the vertue of my spirit decayd, Th' Enthousiasmos of my Muse allaid; My memory (which hath been meetly good) Is now (••l••s••) much like the fleeting flood; Wheron no sooner haue we drawn a line But it is canceld, leauing there no signe: For, the deer fruit of all my care and cost, My former study (almost all) is lost, And oft in secret haue I blushed at Mine ignorance: like C••ru••ne, who forgat His proper name; or like George Trapezunce (Learned in youth, and in his age a Dunce) And thence it growes, that maugre my endeuour My numbers still by habite haue the Feuer;

One-while with heat of heav'nly fire-ensoul'd, Shivering anon, through faint vn-learned cold.

Now, the third Regiment with stormy stours* 1.154 Sets-on the Squadron of our Naturall Powers, Which happily maintain vs (duly) both With needfull food and with sufficient growth. One-while the Boulime, then the Anorexie, Then the Dog-hunger, or the Bradypepsie, And childe-great Pica (of prodigious diet) In straightest stomacks rage with monstrous ryot: Then on the Lyver doth the Iaundize fall, Stopping the passage of the cholerick Gall; Which then, for good blood, scatters all about Her fiery poyson, yellowing all without: But the sad Dropsie freezeth it extream, Till all the blood be turned into fleam.

But see (alas!) by far more cruell foes The slippery bowels thrill'd with thousand throes: With prisoned windes the wringing Colick pains-them, The Iliak passion with more rigour strains-them, Streightens their Conduits, and (detested) makes Mans mouth (alas!) euen like a loathsom Iakes. Then the Dysentery with fretting pains Extorteth pure blood from the flayed veins. On th' other side, the Stone and Strangury, Torturing the Reins with deadly tyranny, With heat-concreted sand-heaps strangely stop The burning vrine, strained drop by drop: As opposite, the Diabete, by melting Our bodies substance in our Vrine swelting, Distills vs still, as long as any matter Vnto the spout can send supply of water.

Vnto those parts, wherby we leaue behind-vs Types of ourselues in after-times to mind-vs, Ther fiercely flies defectiue Venery, And the foul, feeble, fruit-less Gonorrhe (An impotence for Generations-deed, And lust-less Issue of th' vncocted seed)

Remorse-less tyrants, that to spoyl aspire Babes vnconceiv'd, in hatred of their Sire.

The fell fourth Regiment, is outward Tumours* 1.155 Begot of vicious indigested humours: As Phlegmons, Oedems, S••yrrhes, Erysipiles, Kings-euils, Cankers, cruell Gouts, and Byles, Wens, Ring-worms, Tetters: these from euery part With thousand pangs braue the besieged hart: And their blind fury, wanting force and courage To hurt the Fort, the champain Country forrage.

O tyrants! sheath your feeble swords again:* 1.156 For, Death al-ready thousand-times hath slain Your Enemy; and yet your enuious rigour Doth mar his feature and his limbs disfigure, And with a dull and ragged instrument His ioints and skin are saw'd, and torn, and ren••▪ Me thinks most rightly to a coward Crew Of Wolues and Foxes I resemble you, Who in a Forrest (finding on the sand The Lyon dead, that did aliue command The Land about, whose aw-full Countenance Melted (far off) their yce-like arrogance) Mangle the members of their liue-less Prince, With feeble signes of dastard insolence.

But, with the Griefs that charge our outward places,* 1.157 Shall I account the loathsom Phthiriasis? O shamefull Plague! O foul infirmity! Which makes proud Kings, fouler then Beggars be (That wrapt in rags, and wrung with verminsore, Their itching backs sit shrugging euermore) To swarm with Lice, that rubbing cannot rid, Nor often shift of shirts, and sheets, and bed: For, as in springs, stream stream pursueth fresh, Swarm follows swarm, and their too fruitfull flesh Breeds her own eaters, and (till Deaths arrest) Makes of it self an execrable feast.

Nor may we think, that Chance, confusedly* 1.158 Conducts the Camp of our Third Enemy:

For, of her Souldiers, som (as led by reason) Can make their choice of Country, Age, and Season. So Portugal hath Phthisiks most of all, Eber Kings-euils; Arné the Suddain-Fall; Sauoy the Mumps; West-India, Pox; and Nyle The Leprosie; Plague, the Sardinian-Ile: After the influence of the Heav'ns all-ruling,* 1.159 Or Countries manners. So, soft Childhood puling Is wrung with Worms, begot of crudity, Are apt to Lasks through much humidity: Through their salt phlegms, their heads are hid with skalls, Their Limbs with Red-gums and with bloody balls Of Menstruall humour which (like Must) within Their bodies boyling, buttoneth all their skin. To bloody-Flixes, Youth is apt inclining, Continuall-Feuers, Phrenzies, Phthisik-pyning. And feeble Age is seldom-times without Her tedious guests, the Palsie and the Gout, Coughes, and Catarrhs. And so the Pestilence, The quartan-Ague with her accidents, The Flix, the Hip-gout, and the Watrie-Tumour,* 1.160 Are bred with vs of an Autumnal humour: The Itch, the Murrein, and Alcides-grief, In Vers hot-moysture doe molest vs chief: The Diarrhoea and the Burning-Feuer, In Sommer-season do their fell endevour: And Pleurisies, the rotten-Coughes, and Rheums, Wear curled flakes of white celestiall plumes: Like sluggish Souldiers, keeping Garrison In th' ye••e Bulwarks of the Years gelt Son.

Som, seeming most in multitudes delighting,* 1.161 Bane one by other, not the first acquiting: As Measels, Mange, and filthy Leprosie, The Plague, the Pox, and Phthisik-maladie. And som (alas!) we leaue as in succession, Vnto our Children, for a sad possession:* 1.162 Such are Kings-euils, Dropsie, Gout, and Stone, Blood-boyling Leprie, and Consumption,

The swelling Throat-ache, th' Epilepsie sad, And cruell Rupture, payning too-too bad: For their hid poysons after-comming harm Is fast combin'd vnto the Parents sperm.

But O! what arms, what shield shall wee oppose,* 1.163 What stratagems against those trecherous foes, Those teacherous griefs, that our frail Art detects Not by their cause, but by their sole effects? Such are the fruitfull Matrix-suffocation, The Falling-sicknes, and pale Swouning-passion; The which, I wote not what strange windes long pause, I wot not where, I wote not how doth cause.

Or who (alas!) can scape the cruell wile* 1.164 Of those fell Pangs that Physicks pains beguile? Which being banisht from a body, yet (Vnder new names) return again to it: Or rather, taught the strange Metempsychosis Of the wise Samian, one it self transposes Into som worse Grief: either through the kindred Of th' humour vicious, or the member hindred: Or through their ignorance or auarice That doe profess Apollos exercise. So, Melancholy turned into Madnes; Into the Palsie, deep-affrighted Sadnes; Th' Il-habitude into the Dropsie chill: And Megrim growes to the Comitial-Ill.

In brief, poor Adam in this pitious case* 1.165 Is like a Stag, that long pursu'd in chase, Flying for succour to som neighbour wood, Sinks on the suddain in the yeelding mud; And sticking fast amid the rotten grounds, Is over-taken by the eger Hounds: One bites his back, his neck another nips, One puls his brest, at's throat another skips, One tugs his flank, his haunch another tears, Another lugs him by the bleeding ears; And last of all, the Wood-man with his knife Cuts off his head, and so concludes his life.

Or like a lusty Bull, whose horned Crest* 1.166 Awakes fell Hornets from their drowsie nest, Who buzzing forth, assail him on each side, And pitch their valiant bands about his hide; With fisking train, with forked head, and foot, Himself, th' ayr, th' earth, he beateth (to no boot) Flying (through woods, hills, dales, and roaring rivers) His place of grief, but not his painfull grievers: And in the end, stitcht full of stings he dies, Or on the ground as dead (at least) he lies.

For, man is loaden with ten thousand languors:* 1.167 All other Creatures, onely feel the angors Of few Diseases: as, the gleaning Quail Onely the Falling-sicknes doth assail: The Turn-about and Murram trouble Cattel, Madnes and Quincie bid the Masty battel.

Yet each of them can naturally finde What Simples cure the sickness of their kinde; Feeling no sooner their disease begin, But they as soon haue ready medicine, The Ram for Physik takes strong-senting Rue: The Tortois slowe, cold Hemlok doth renue: The Partridge, Black-bird, and rich painted Iay Haue th' oyly liquor of the sacred Bay. The sickly Bear, the Mandrak cures again; And Mountain-Siler helpeth Goats to yean: But, we knowe nothing, till by poaring still On Books, we get vs a Sophistik skil; A doubtfull Art, a Knowledge still vnknowen: Which enters but the hoary heads (alone) Of those, that (broken with vnthankfull toyl) Seeks others Health, and lose their own the-while: Or rather those (such are the greatest part) That waxing rich at others cost and smart, Growe famous Doctors, purchasing promotions, While the Church-yards swel with their hurtfull potions; Who (hang-man like) fear-less, and shame-less too, Are prayd and payd for murders that they doo.

I speak not of the good, the wise, and learned, Within whose hearts Gods fear is wel discerned: Who to our bodies can again vnite Our parting soules, ready to take their flight. For, these I honour as Heav'ns gifts excelling, Pillars of Health, Death, and Disease repelling: Th' Almighties Agents, Natures Counsellers, And flowring Youths wise faithfull Governours.

Yet if their Art can ease som kinde of dolors, They learn'd it first of Natures silent Schollers: For, from the Sea-Horse came Phlehotomies, From the wilde Goat the healing of the eys; From Stork, and Hearn, our Glysters laxatiue, From Bears and Lions, Diets we deriue.

'Gainst th' onely Body all these Champions stout Striuesom, within: and other som, without. Or, if that any th' all-fair Soule haue striken, 'Tis not directly; but, in that they weaken Her Officers, and spoyl the Instruments Wherwith she works such wonderous presidents.

But, lo! foure Captains far more fierce and eger,* 1.168 That on all sides the Spirit it self beleaguer, Whose Constancy they shake, and soon by treason Draw the blind Iudgement from the rule of Reason: Opinions issue; which (though self vnseen) Make through the Body their fell motions seen.

Sorrow's first Leader of this furious Crowd, Muffled all-over in a sable clowd,* 1.169 Old before Age, afflicted night and day, Her face with wrinkles warped every-way, Creeping in corners, where she sits and vies Sighes from her hart, tears from her blubbered eys; Accompani'd with self-consuming Care, With weeping Pitty, Thought, and mad Despair That bears, about her, burning Coles and Cords, Asps, Poysons, Pistols, Halters, Kniues, and Swords: Fouls quinting Enuy, that self-eating Elf, Through others leanness fatting vp herself,

Ioying in mischief, feeding but with languor And bitter tears her Toad-like-swelling anger And Ielousie that never sleeps, for fear (Suspitions Flea still nibbling in her ear) That leaues repast and rest, neer pin'd and blinde With seeking what she would be loath to finde.

The second Captain is excessiue Ioy,* 1.170 VVho leaps and tickles, finding th' Apian-way Too-streight for her: whose senses all possess All wished pleasures in all plentiousnes. She hath in conduct false vain-glorious Vaunting, Bold, soothing, shame-less, lowd, iniurious, taunting: The winged Giant lofty-staring Pride, That in the clouds her braving Crest doth hide: And many other, like the empty bubbles That rise when rain the liquid Crystall troubles.

The Third, is blood-less, hart-less, wit-less Fear,* 1.171 That like an Asp-tree trembles every where: She leads bleak Terror, and base clownish Shame, And drowsie Sloath, that counter faiteth lame, With Snail-like motion measuring the ground, Having her arms in willing fetters bound, Foul, sluggish Drone, barren (but, sin to breed) Diseased, begger, starv'd with wilfull need.

And thou Desire, whom nor the firmament,* 1.172 Nor ayr, nor earth, nor Ocean can content: Whose-looks are hooks, whose belly's bottom-less, Whose hands are Gripes to scrape with greediness, Thou art the Fourth: and vnder thy Command, Thou bringst to field a rough vnruly Band: First, secret-burning, mighty-swoln Ambition Pent in no limits, pleas'd with no Condition, Whom Epicurus many Worlds suffice not, Whose furious thrist of proud aspiring dies not, Whose hands (transported with fantastike passion) Bear painted Scepters in imagination: Then Auarice all-arm'd in hooking Tenters And clad in Bird-lime; without bridge she venters

Through fell Charybdis, and false Syrtes Nesse; The more her welth, the more her wretchedness: Cruell, respect-less, friend-less, faith-less Elf, That hurts her neighbour, but much more her self: Whose foule base fingers in each dunghill poar (Like Tantalus) starv'd in the midst of store: Not what she hath, but what she wants she counts: A wel-wingd Bird that neuer lofty mounts.

Then, boyling Wrath, stern, cruell, swift, and rash, That like a Boar her teeth doth grinde and gnash: Whose hair doth stare like bristled Porcupine; Who som-times rowles her ghastly-glowing eyn, And som-time fixtly on the ground doth glaunce, Now bleak then bloody in her Countenance; Rauing and rayling with a hideous sound, Clapping her hands, stamping against the ground; Bearing B••cconi, fire and sword to slay, And murder all that her for pitty pray; Baning her self, to bane her Enemy; Disdaining Death, prouided others dy: Like falling Towrs o'r-turned by the winde, That break themselues on that they vnder-grinde. And then that Tyrant, all-controuling Loue: (Whom heer to paint doth little me behooue, After so many rare Apelleses As in this Age our Albion nourishes) And to be short, thou doest to battail bring As many Souldiers 'gainst the Creatures King, (Yet not his owne) as in this life, Mankinde True very Goods, or seeming-Goods doth finde.

Now, if (but like the Lightning in the sky) These sudden Passions past but swiftly by,* 1.173 The fear were less: but, O! too-oft they leaue Keen stings behinde in Soules that they deceiue. From this foul Fountain, all these poysons rise, Rapes, Treasons, Murders, Incests, Sodomies, Blaspheming, Bibbing, Theeuing, False-contracting Church-chaffering, Cheating, Bribing, and Exacting.

Alas! how these (far-worse then death) Diseases Exceed each Sicknes that our body seises; Which makes vs open war, and by his spight Giues to the Patient many a holsom light, Now by the colour, or the Pulles beating, Or by som Fit, som sharper dolor threatning; Whereby the Leach neer-ghessing at our grief, Not seldom findes sure means for our relief. But, for these Ills raign in our Intellect (Which only, them both can and ought detect) They rest vnknown, or rather self-conceal'd; And soule-sick Patients care not to be heal'd.

Besides, we plainly call the Feuer, Feuer: The Dropsie, Dropsie: ouer-gilding neuer, With guile-full flourish of a fained phraze, The cruell Languors that our bodies craze: Whereas, our fond self-soothing Soule, thus sick, Rubs her owne sore; with glozing Rhetorik Cloaking her vice: and makes the blinded Blain Not fear the touch of Reasons Cautere vain.

And sure, if euer filthy Vice did iet* 1.174 In sacred Vertues spot-less mantle neat, 'Tis in our days, more hatefull and vn-hallow'd, Then when the World the Waters wholly swallow'd.

Ile spare to speak of foulest Sins, that spot Th' infamous beds of men of mighty lot; Least I the Saints chaste tender ears offend, And seem them more to teach, then reprehend.

Who bear vpon their French-sick backs about,* 1.175 Farms, Castles, Fees, in golden shreads cut-out; Whose lauish hand, at one Primero-rest, One Mask, one Turney, or one pampering Feast, Sends treasures, scrap't by th' Vsury and Care Of miser Parents; Liberall counted are.

Who, with a maiden voice, and mincing pase, Quaint looks, curl'd locks, perfumes, and painted face,* 1.176 Base coward-hart, and wanton soft array, Their man-hood only by their Beard bewray,

Are Cleanly call'd. Who like Lust-greedy Goates,* 1.177 Brothel from bed to bed; whose Siren-notes Inchaunt chaste Susans, and like hungry Kite Fly at all game, they Louers are behight.

Who, by false bargains, and vnlawfull measures* 1.178 Robbing the World, haue he aped kingly treasures: Who cheat the simple; lend for fifty fifty, Hundred for hundred, are esteemed Thrifty.* 1.179

Who alwaies murder and reuenge affect, Who feed on bloud, who neuer doe respect State, Sex, or Age: but, in all humane lyues In cold bloud, bathe their paricidiall kniues; Are stiled Valiant. Grant, good Lord, our Land* 1.180 May want such valour whose self-cruell hand Fights for our foes, our proper life-blood spils, Our Cities sacks, and our owne Kindred kils. Lord, let the Launce, the Gun, the Sword, & Shield, Beturn'd to tools to furrow-vp the field, And let vs see the Spyders busie task Wov'n in the belly of the plumed Cask.

But if (braue Lands-men) your war-thirst be such, If in your brests sad Enyon boyl so much, What holds you heer? alas! what hope of crowns? Our fields are flocks-less, treasure-less our Towns.

Goe then, nay run, renowned Martialists, Re-found French-Greece, in now-Natolian lists; Hy, hy to Flanders; free with conquering stroak Your Belgian brethren from th' Iberians yoake: To Portingal; people Galizian-Spain, And graue your names on Lysbon's gates again.

FINIS.

THE HANDI-CRAFTS. THE IIII. PART OF THE I. DAY OF THE II. WEEK.

THE ARGVMENT.

The Prayse of Peace, the miserable states Of Edens Exiles: their vn-curious Cates, Their simple habit, silly habitation: They finde out Fire. Their formost Propagation: Their Childrens trades, their offerings; enuious Cain His (better) Brother doth vnkindly brain: With inward horror hurried vp and down, He breaks a Horse, he builds a homely Town: Iron's inuented, and sweet Instruments: Adam fore-tells of After-Worlds euents.

HEavn's sacred Imp, fair Goddess that renew'st* 1.181 Th' old golden Age, and brightly now re-blew'st Our cloudy sky, making our fields to smile: Hope of the vertuous, horror of the vile: Virgin, vnseen in France this many a yeer, O blessed Peace! we bid thee welcom heer.

Lo, at thy presence, how who late were prest To spur their Steeds, & couch their staues in rest For fierce incounter; cast away their spears, And rapt with ioy, them enter-bathe with tears. Lo, how our Marchant-vessels to and fro Freely about our trade-full Waters go: How the graue Senate with iust-gentle rigour, Resumes his Robe; the Laws their ancient vigour:

Lo, how Obliuions Seas our strifes do drown: How walls are built that war had thundred down: Lo, how the Shops with busie Crafts-men swarm; How Sheep and Cattle cover every Farm: Behold the Bon-fires waving to the skies: Hark, hark the cheerfull and re-chaunting cries Of old and young; singing this ioyfull Dittie, Iö, reioyce, reioyce through Town and Citie,* 1.182 Let all our ayr, re-eccho with the praises Of th' everlasting glorious God, who raises Our ruin'd State: who giueth vs a good We sought not for (or rather, we with-stood) So that, to hear and see these consequences Of wonders strange, we scarce beleeue our senses. O! let the King, let Mounsieur and the Sover'n That doth Nauarras Spayn-wrongd Scepter govern,* 1.183 Be all, by all, their Countries Fathers cleapt: O! let the honour of their names be kept, And on brass leaves ingrav'n eternally In the bright Temple of fair Memory, For hauing quencht, so soon, so many fires, Disarm'd our arms, appeas'd the heav'nly ires, Calm'd the pale horror of intestin hates, And damned-vp the bi-front Fathers gates.

Much more, let vs (deer, World-diuided Land) Extoll the mercies of Heav'ns mighty hand,* 1.184 That (while the World, Wars bloody rage hath rent) To vs so long, so happy Peace hath lent. (Maugre the malice of th' Italian Priest, And Indian Pluto (prop of Anti-christ; VVhose Hoast, like Pharao's threatning Israel, Our gaping Seas haue swallowed quick to hell) Making our Ile a holy Safe-Retreat For Saints exil'd in persecutions heat.

Much more, let vs with true-heart-tuned breath, Recorde the Praises of ELIZABETH (Our martiall Pallas and our milde Astraea, Of grace and wisdom the divine Idea)

Whose prudent Rule, with rich religious Rest, VVel-neer nine Lustres hath this Kingdom blest. O! pray we him that from home-plotted dangers And bloody threats of proud ambitious Strangers, So many years hath so securely kept her, In iust possession of this flowring Scepter; That (to his glory and his deer Sonns honour) All happy length of life may wait vppon her: That we her Subiects, whom he blesseth by-her, Psalming his praise, may sound the same the higher.

But, waiting (Lord) in som more learned Laies, To sing thy glory, and my Soueraigns praise; I sing the young Worlds Cradle, as a Proëm Vnto so rare and so Divine a Poëm.

WHO, FVL OF wealth and honours blandishment, Among great Lords his younger years hath spent;* 1.185 And quaffing deeply of the Court-delights, Vs'd nought but Tilts, Turneis, and Masks, and Sights: If in his age, his Princes angry doom With deep disgrace driue him to liue at home In homely Cottage, where continually The bitter smoak exhales abundantly From his before-vn-sorrow-drained brain: The brackish vapours of a siluer rain: Where Vsher-less, both day and night, the North, South, East, and West windes, enter and goe forth: Where round-about, the lowe-rooft broken walls (In stead of Arras) hang with Spiders cauls: Where all at once he reacheth, as he stands, With brows the roof, both walls with both his hands: He weeps and sighs, and (shunning comforts ay) Wisheth pale Death a thousand times a day: And, yet at length falling to work, is glad To bite a brown crust that the Mouse hath had, And in a Dish (instead of Plate or Glass) Sups Oaten drink in stead of Hypocras. So (or much like) our rebell Elders, driuen For ay from Eden (Earthly type of Heav'n)

Ly languishing neer Tigris grassie side, With nummed limbs, and spirits stupefied.

But powrfull NEED (Arts antient Dame and Keeper,* 1.186 The early watch-clock of the sloathfull sleeper) Among the Mountains makes them seek their liuing, And foaming Riuers, through the champain driuing: For yet the Trees with thousand fruits y-fraught In formall Checkers were not fairly brought: The Pear and Apple liued Dwarf-like there, With Oakes and Ashes shadowed euery-where: And yet (al as!) their meanest simple cheer Our wretched Parents bought full hard and deer: To get a Plum, somtimes poor Adam rushes With thousand wounds among a thousand bushes. If they desire a Medlar for their food, They must goe seek it through a fearefull wood; Or a brown Mulbery, then the ragged Bramble With thousand scratches doth their skin be-scramble.

Wherefore (as yet) more led by th' appetite* 1.187 Of th' hungry belly then the tastes delight, Liuing from hand to mouth, soon satisfi'd, To earn their supper, th' after noon they ply'd, Vn-stor'd of dinner till the morrow-day; Pleas'd with an Apple, or som lesser pray. Then, taught by Ver (richer in flowrs then fruit) And hoary Winter, of both destitute, Nuts, Filberds, Almonds, wisely vp they hoord, The best prouisions that the woods affoord.

Touching their garments: for the shining wooll* 1.188 Whence the roab-spinning precious Worms are full, For gold and siluer wov'n in drapery, For Cloth dipt double in the scarlet Dy, For Gemms brightlustre, with excessiue cost On rich embroideries by rare Art embost: Somtimes they do the far-spred Gourd vnleave, Sometime the Fig-tree of his branch bereave: Somtimes the Plane, somtimes the Vine they shear, Choosing their fairest tresses heer and there:

And with their sundry locks, thorn'd each to other, Their tender limbs they hide from Cynthias Brother.

Somtimes the Iuie's climing stems they strip, Which lovingly his lively prop doth clip: And with green lace, in artificiall order, The wrinkled bark of th' Acorn-Tree doth border, And with his arms th' Oaks slender twigs entwining. A many branches in one tissue ioyning, Frames a loose Iacquet, whose light nimble quaking, Wagg'd by the windes, is like the wanton shaking Of golden spangles that in stately pride Daunce on the tresses of a noble Bride.

But, while that Adam (waxen diligent)* 1.189 Wearies his limbs for mutuall nourishment: While craggy Mountains, Rocks, and thorny Plains, And bristly Woods be witness of his pains: Eue, walking forth about the Forrests, gathers Speights, Parrots, Peacocks, Estrich scattered feathers, And then with wax the smaller plumes she sears, And sowes the greater with a white horse hairs, (For they as yet did serue her in the steed Of Hemp, and Towe, and Flax, and Silk, and Threed) And thereof makes a medly coatso rare That it resembles Nature's Mantle fair, When in the Sunne, in pomp all glistering, She seems with smiles to woo the gawdie Spring.

When (by stoln moments) this she had contriv'd, Leaping for ioy, her cheerfull looks reviv'd, Sh' admires her cunning; and incontinent 'Sayes on herself her manly ornament; And then through path-less paths she runs apace, To meet her husband comming from the Chase.

Sweet-heart (quoth shee, and then she kisseth him) My Loue, my Life, my Blisse, my Ioy, my Gemm, My souls deer Soule, take in good part (I pree-thee) This pretty Present that I gladly giue-thee. Thanks my deer All (quoth Adam then) for this, And with three kisses he requites her kiss.

Then on he puts his painted garment new, And Peacock-like himself doth often view, Looks on his shadow, and in proud amaze Admires the hand that had the Art to cause* 1.190 So many seuerall parts to meet in one, To fashion thus the quaint Mandilion.

But, when the Winters keener breath began To crystallize the Baltike Ocean, To glaze the Lakes, and bridle-vp the Floods, And perriwig with wooll the bald-pate Woods; Our Grand-sire, shrinking, 'gan to shake and shiver, His teeth to chatter, and his beard to quiuer. Spying therefore a flock of Muttons comming (Whose freez-clad bodies feel not Winters numming) He takes the fairest, and he knocks it down: Then by good hap, finding vpon the Down A sharp great fish-bone (which long time before The roaring Flood had cast vpon the shore) He cuts the throat, flayes it, and spreads the fell, Then dries it, pares it, and he scrapes it well, Then cloaths his wife therwith; and of such Hides Slops, Hats, and Doublets for himself prouides.

A vaulted Rock, a hollow Tree, a Caue,* 1.191 Were the first buildings that them shelter gaue: But, finding th' one to bee too-moist a hold, Th' other too-narrow, th' other ouer-cold; Like Carpenters, within a Wood they choose Sixteen fair Trees that neuer leaues doe loose, Whose equall front in quadran form prospected, As if of purpose Nature them erected: Their shady boughs first bow they tenderly, Then enterbraid, and binde them curiously; That one would think that had this Arbor seen, 'T had been true seeling painted-ouer green.

After this triall, better yet to fense Their tender flesh from th' ayry violence,* 1.192 Vpon the top of their fit-forked stems, They lay a-crosse bare Oaken boughs for beams

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(Such as dispersed in the Woods they finde, Torn-off in tempests by the stormy winde) Then these again with leauy boughes they load, So couering close their sorry cold abode, And then they ply frō th' eau••s vnto the ground, With mud-mixt Reed to wal their Mansion round All saue a hole to th' East-ward situate, Where straight they clap a hurdle for a gate (Instead of hinges hanged on a With) Which with a sleight both shuts and openeth.

Yet fire they lackt: but lo, the windes, that whistle* 1.193 Amid the Groues, so oft the Laurell iustle Against the Mulbery, that their angry claps Do kindle fire, that burns the neighbour Cops.

When Adam saw a ruddy vapour rise In glowing streams; astund with fear he flies, It follows him, vntil a naked Plain The greedy furie of the flame restrain: Then back he turns, and comming somwhat nigher The kindled shrubs, perceiuing that the fire Dries his dank Cloaths, his Colour doth refresh, And vnbenums his sinews and his flesh; By th' vnburntend a good big brand he takes, And hying home, a fire he quickly makes, And still maintains it, till the starry Twins Celestiall breath another fire begins. But, Winter being comn again it griev'd him, T' have lost so fondly what so much reliev'd him, Trying a thousand waies, sith now no more The iustling Trees his domage would restore.

While (else-where musing) one day he sate down* 1.194 Vpon a steep Rocks craggy-forked crown, A foaming beast come toward him he spies, Within whose head stood burning coals for eys; Then suddainly with boisterous arm he throwes A knobbie flint that hummeth as it goes; Hence flies the beast, th' il-aimed flint-shaft grounding Against the Rock, and on it oftre bounding,

Shivers to cinders, whence there issued Small sparks of fire no sooner born then dead.

This happy chance made Adam leap for glee, And quickly calling his cold company, In his left hand a shining flint he locks, Which with another in his right he knocks So vp and down, that from the coldest stone At euery stroak small fiery sparkles shone. Then with the dry leaves of a withered Bay The which together handsomly they lay, They take the falling fire, which like a Sun Shines cleer and smoak-less in the leaf begun.

Eue, kneeling down, with hand her head sustaining, And on the lowe ground with her elbowe leaning, Blowes with her mouth: and with her gentle blowing Stirs vp the heat, that from the dry leaves glowing, Kindles the Reed, and then that hollow kix First fires the small, and they the greater sticks.* 1.195

And now, Man-kinde with fruitfull Race began A little corner of the World to man: First Cain is born, to tillage all addicted;* 1.196 Then Abel, most to keeping flocks affected. Abel, desirous still at hand to keep His Milk and Cheese, vnwildes the gentle Sheep To make a Flock; that when it tame became For guard and guide should haue a Dog and Ram. Cain more ambitious, giues but little ease To's boysterous limbs: and seeing that the Pease, And other Pulse, Beans, Lentils, Lupins, Rice, Burnt in the Copses, as not held in price, Som grains he gathers: and with busie toyl, A-part hee sowes them in a better soyl, Which first he rids of stones, and thorns, and weeds, Then buries there his dying-liuing seeds.

By the next Haruest, finding that his pain On this small plot was not in grately-vain; To break more ground, that bigger Crop may bring Without so often weary labouring,

He tames a Heifer, and on either side, On either horn a three-fold twist he ti'd Of Osiar twigs, and for a Plough he got The horn or Tooth of som Rhinocerot.

Now, th' one in Cattle, th' other rich in grain, On two steep Mountains build they Altars twain;* 1.197 Where (humbly-sacred) th' one with zealous cry Cleaues bright Olympus starry Canopy: With fained lips, the other low'd-resounded Hart-wanting Hymns, on self-deseruing founded: Each on his Altar offreth to the Lord The best that eithers flocks, or fields affoord.

Rein-searching God, thought-sounding Iudge, that tries* 1.198 The will and heart more then the worke and guise, Accepts good Abels gift: but hates the other Profane oblation of his furious Brother; Who feeling, deep th' effects of Gods displeasure, Raues, frets, and fumes, and murmurs out of measure.

What boots it (Cain) O wretch! what boots it thee T' haue opened first the fruitfull womb (quoth he) Of the first mother; and first born, the rather T' haue honour'd Adam first, with name of Father? Vnfortunate, what boots thee to be wealthy, Wise, actiue, valiant, strongly-limb'd, and healthy, If this weake Girl-boy, in mans shape disguis'd, To Heav'n and Earth be dear, and thou despis'd? What boots it thee, for others night and day, In painfull toyl to wear thy self away: And (more for others then thine own relief) To haue deuised of all Arts the chief; If this dull Infant, of thy labour nurst Shall reap the glory of thy deeds (accurst)? Nay, rather quickly rid thee of the fool, Down with his climbing hill, and timely cool This kindling flame: and, that none ouer-crowe thee, Re-seise the right that Birth and Vertue owe-thee.

Ay in his minde this counsail he reuolues, And hundred times to act it he resolues,

And yet as oft relents; stopt worthily By the pains horror, and sins tyranny.

But, one day drawing with dissembled loue His harm-less brother far into a Groue, Vpon the verdure of whose virgin-boughs Bird had not pearcht, nor neuer beast did brouz; With both his hands he takes a stone so huge, That in our age three men could hardly bouge, And iust vpon his tender brothers crown, With all his might he cruell casts it down.

The murdred face lies printed in the mud, And lowd for vengeance cries the martyr'd blood, The battered brains fly in the murd'rers face. The Sun, to shun this Tragike sight, a-pace Turns back his Teem: th' amazed Parrs••ide Doth all the Furies scourging whips abide: Externall terrors, and th' internall Worm A thousand kindes of liuing deaths doe form: All day he hides him, wanders all the night, Flies his owne friends, of his owne shade affright, Scarr'd with a leaf, and starting at a Sparrow, And all the World seems for his fear too-narrow.* 1.199

But for his Children, born by three and three, Produce him Nephews, that still multiply With new increase; who yer their age be rise Becom great-Grand-sires in their Grand-sires life: Staying at length, he chose him out a dwelling, For woods and floods, and ayr, and soyl excelling.

One fels down Firs, another of the same With crossed poles a little Lodge doth frame: Another mounds it with dry walls about, And leaues a breach for passage in and out: With Turf and Furse: som others yet more grosse Their homely Sties in stead of walls inclose: Som (like the Swallow) mud and hay do mix, And that about their silly Cotes they fix: Som make their Roofs with fearn, or reeds, or rushes, And som with hides, with oase, with boughs, and bushes.

Hee, that still fearfull, seeketh still defence,* 1.200 Shortly this Hamlet to a Towne augments. For, with keen Coultar hauing bounded (witty) The four-faç't Rampire of his simple Citty; With stones soon gathered on the neighbour strand, And clayie morter ready there at hand. Well trode and tempered, he immures his Fort, A stately Towr erecting on the Port: Which awes his owne, and threats his enemies; Securing som-what his pale tyrannies.

O Tigre! think'st thou (hellish fratricide) Because with stone-heaps thou art fortifi'd, Prince of som Peasants trained in thy tillage, And silly Kingling of a simple Village; Think'st thou to scape the storm of vengeance dread, That hangs already o'r thy hatefull head? No: wert thou (wretch) incamped at thy will On strongest top of any steepest Hill: Wert thou immur'd in triple brazen Wall, Hauing for aid all Creatures in this All: If skin and heart, of steel and yron were, Thy pain thou could'st not, less auoid thy fear Which chils thy bones, and runs through all thy vains, Racking thy soule with twenty thousand pains.

Kain (as they say) by this deep fear disturbed,* 1.201 Then first of all th' vntamed Courser curbed, That while about on others feet he run With dusty speed, he might his Deaths-man shun. Among a hundred braue, light, lusty, Horses (With curious ey, marking their comly forces) He chooseth one for his industrious proof,* 1.202 With round, high, hollow, smooth, brown, ietty hoof, With Pasterns short, vpright (but yet in mean); Drie sinnewie shanks; strong, flesh-less knees, and lean; With Hart-like legs, broad brest, and large behinde, With body large, smooth flanks, and double-chin'd: A crested neck bowd like a half-bent Bowe, Whereon along, thin, curled mane doth flowe;

A firm full tail, touching the lowely ground With dock between two fair fat buttocks drownd; A pricked ear, that rests as little space, As his light foot; a lean, bare, bony, face, Thin joule, and head but of a middling size, Full, liuely-flaming, quickly rowling eys, Great foaming mouth, hot-fuming nosthrill wide, Of Chest-nut hai••, his fore-head starryfi'd, Three milky feet, a feather on his brest, Whom seav'n-years-old at the next grass he ghest.

This goodly Iennet gently first he wins,* 1.203 And then to back him actiuely begins, Steady and straight he sits, turning his sight Still to the fore-part of his Palfrey light. The chafed Horse, such thrall ill-suffering, Begins to snuff, and snort, and leap, and fling; And flying swift, his fearefull Rider makes, Like som vnskilfull Lad, that vnder-takes To hold som ships helm, while the head-long Tyde* 1.204 Carries away the Vessell and her Guide; Who neer deuoured in the iaws of Death, Pale, fearefull, shivering, faint, and out of breath, A thousand times (with Heav'n erected eys) Repents him of so bold an enterprise.

But, sitting fast, less hurt then feared; Cain Boldnes himself and his braue Beast again: Brings him to pase, from pasing to the trot, From trot to gallop: after runs him hot In full career: and at his courage smiles; And sitting still, to run so many miles.* 1.205

His pase is fair and free; his trot as light As Tigres course, as Swallows nimble flight: And his braue gallop seems as swift to goe As Biscan Darts, or shafts from Russian bowe: But, roaring Canon, from his smoaking throat, Neuer so speedy spews the thundring shot (That in an Army mowes whole squadrons down, And batters Bulwarks of a summon'd Town)

As this light Horse scuds, if he doe but feel His bridle slack, and in his side the heel: Shunning himself, his sinewie strength he stretches; Flying the earth, the flying ayr he catches, Born whirl-wind-like: he makes the trampled ground Shrink vnder him, and shake with doubling sound: And when the sight no more pursue him may, In fieldy clouds hee vanisheth away.

The wise-waxt Rider, not esteeming best To take too-much now of his lusty Beast,* 1.206 Restrains his fury: then with learned wand The triple Coruet makes him vnderstand: With skilfull voice he gently cheers his pride: And on his neck his flattering palm doth slide: He stops him steady still, new breath to take, And in the same path brings him softly back.

But th' angry Steed, rising and reaning proudly, Striking the stones, stamping and neighing loudly,* 1.207 Calls for the Combat, plunges, leaps, and praunces, Befoams the path, with sparkling eys he glaunces, Champs on his burnisht bit, and gloriously His nimble fetlocks lifteth belly-high, All side long iaunts, on either side he iustles, And's wauing Crest courageously he bristles, Making the gazers glad on euery side To giue more room vnto his portly Pride.

Cain gently stroakes him, and now sure in seat,* 1.208 Ambitiously seeks still som fresher feat To be more famous; one while trots the Ring, Another while he doth him back-ward bring, Then of all foure he makes him lightly bound; And to each hand to mannage rightly round; To stoop, to stop, to caper, and to swim, To daunce, to leap, to hold-vp any lim: And all, so don, with time-grace-ordered skill, As both had but one body and one will. Th' one for his Art no little glory gains, Th' other through practise by degrees attains

Grace in his gallop, in his pase agility, Lightnes of head, and in his stop facility, Strength in his leap, and stedfast managings, Aptnes in all, and in his course new wings.

The vse of Horses thus discouered, Each to his work more cheerly fetteled, Each plyes his trade, and trauails for his age, Following the paths of painfull Tuball sage.

While through a Forrest Tuball (with his Yew* 1.209 And ready quiver) did a Bore pursue, A burning Mountain from his fiery vain, An yron River rowles along the Plain: The witty Hunts-man, musing, thither hies, And of the wonder deeply gan devise. And first perceiving that this scalding mettle, Becoming cold, in any shape would settle, And growe so hard that with his sharpned side, The firmest substance it would soon divide; He casts a hundred plots, and yer he parts He moulds the ground-work of a hundred Arts: Like as a Hound, that (following loose, behinde* 1.210 His pensiue Master) of a Hare doth finde; Leaues whom he loues, vpon the sent doth ply, Figs to and fro, and fals in cheerfull Cry, And with vp-lifted head, and nosthrill wide Winding his game, snuffs-yp the winde, his guide: A hundred wayes he measures Vale and Hill: Ears, eys, nor nose, nor foot, nor tail are still, Till in her hot Form he haue found the pray That he so long hath sought for every way.

For, now the way to thousand works reveald, Which long shall liue maugre the rage of Eld:* 1.211 In two square creases of vnequall sises To turn two yron streamlings he deuises; Cold, takes them thence: then off the dross he rakes, And this a Hammer, that an Anuill makes; And adding tongs to these two instruments, He stores his house with yron implements:

As forks, rakes, hatchets, plough-shares, coultars, staples, Boltes, hindges, hooks, nails, whittles, spokes, and grapples; And grow'n more cunning, hollow things he formeth, He hatcheth Files, and winding Vices wormeth, He shapeth Sheers, and then a Saw indents, Then beats a Blade, and then a Lock invents.

Happy device! we might as well want all* 1.212 The Elements, as this hard minerall. This, to the Plough-man, for great vses serues: This, for the Builder, Wood and Marble carues: This arms our bodies against aduerse force: This clothes our backs: this rules th' vnruly Horse: This makes vs dry-shod daunce in Neptunes Hall: This brightens gold: this conquers self and all; Fift Element, of Instruments the haft, The Tool of Tools, and hand of Handy-Craft.

While (compast round with smoaking Cyclops rude,* 1.213 Half-naked Bronts, and Sterops swarthy-hewd, All well-neer weary) sweating Tubal stands, Hastning the hot work in their sounding hands, No time lost Iubal: th' vn-full Harmony Of vn-even Hammers, beating diversly, Wakens the tunes that his sweet numbery soule Yer birth (som think) learn'd of the warbling Pole.

Thereon he harps, and ponders in his mindo, And glad and fain som Instrument would finde* 1.214 That in accord those discords might renew, And th' Iron Anuils rattling sound ensew, And iterate the beating Hammers noyse In milder notes, and with a sweeter voice. It chaunç't, that passing by a Pond, he found An open Tortoise lying on the ground, Within the which ther nothing else remained Saue three dry sinewes on the shell stiff-strained: This empty house Iubal doth gladly bear, Strikes on those strings, and lends attentiue ear; And by this mould frams the melodious Lute, That makes woods ••arken, and the windes be mute,

The Hills to daunce, the Heav'ns to retro-grade, Lions be tame, and tempests quickly vade.

His Art, still waxing, sweetly marrieth His quavering fingers to his warbling breath: More little tongues to's charm-care Lute he brings, More Instruments he makes: no Eccho rings 'Mid rocky concaves of the babbling vales, And bubbling Rivers rowl'd with gentle gales, But wyëry Cymbals, Rebecks sinews twin'd, Sweet Virginals, and Cornets curled winde.

But Adam guides, through paths but seldom gone,* 1.215 His other Sons to Vertues sacred throne: And chiefly Seth (set in good Abels place) Staff of his age, and glory of his race: Him he instructeth in the wayes of Verity, To worship God in spirit and sincerity: To honour Parents with a reverentaw, To train his children in religious law: To loue his friends, his Country to defend, And helpfull hands to all mankinde to lend: To knowe Heav'ns course, and how their constant Swaies Divide the yeer in months, the months in dayes: What star brings Winter, what is Sommers guide; What signe foul weather, what doth fair betide; What creature's kinde, and what is curst to vs: What plant is holesom, and what venimous.

No sooner he his lessons can commence, But Seth hath hit the White of his intents, Draws rule from rule, and of his short collations In a short time a perfect Art he fashions. The more he knowes the more he craues; as fewell Kils not a fire, but kindles it more cruell.

While on a day by a cleer Brook they trauell,* 1.216 Whose gurgling streams frizadoed on the gravell, He thus bespake: If that I did not see The zeal (deer Father) that you bear to me, How still you watch me with your carefull eyn, How still your voice with prudent discipline

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My Prentize ear doth oft reverberate; I should misdoubt to seem importunate: And should content me to haue learned, how The Lord the Heav'ns about this All did bow; What things haue hot, and what haue cold effect; And how my life and manners to direct. But your milde Loue my studious hart advances To aske you further of the various chances Of future times: what off-spring spreading wide Shall fill this World; What shall the World betide, How long to last: What Magistrates, what Kings With Iustice Mace shall govern mortall things?

Son (quoth the Sire) our thoughts internall ey,* 1.217 Things past and present may by means descry; But not the future, if by speciall grace It read it not in th' One-Trines glorious face.

Thou then, that (onely) things to com dost knowe, Not by Heav'ns course, nor guesse of things belowe, Nor coupled points, nor flight of fatall Birds, Nor trembling tripes of sacrificed Heards, But by a clear and certain pre-science As Seer and Agent of all accidents, With whom at once the three-fold times doe fly, And but a moment lasts Eternity; O God, behold me, that I may behold Thy crystall face: O Sun, reflect thy gold On my pale Moon; that now my veiled eys Earth-ward eclipst, may shine vnto the skies. Ravish me Lord, O (my soules life) reviue My spirit a-space, that I may see (a-lyue) Heav'n yer I die: and make me now (good Lord) The Eccho of thy all-cel estiall Word.* 1.218

With sacred fury suddainly he glowes, Not like the Bedlam Bacchanalian froes, Who, dauncing, foaming, rowling furious-wise Vnder their twinkling lids their torch-like eys, With ghastly voice, with visage grizly grim; Tost by the Fiend that fier cely tortures them,

Bleaking and blushing, painting, shreeking, swouning, With wrath-les wounds their sense-les members wounding: But as th' Imperiall, Airy peoples Prince With stately pinions soaring hy from hence, Cleaues through the clouds, and brauely-bold doth think With his firm eye to make the Suns eye wink: So Adam, mounted on the burning wings Of a Seraphick loue, leaues earthly things, Feeds on sweet Aether, cleaues the starry sphears, And on Gods face his eys he fixtly bears: His brows seem brandisht with a Sun-like fier, And his purg'd body seems a cubit higher.

Then thus began hee: Th' ever-trembling field* 1.219 Of scaly folk, the Arches starry seeld, Where th' All-Creator hath disposed well The Sun and Moon by turns for Sentinell; The cleer cloud-bounding Ayr (the Camp assign'd Where angry Auster and the rough North-winde Meeting in battail, throwe down to the soil The Woods that midling stand to part the broyl); The Diapry Mansions where man-kinde doth trade, Were built in Six Dayes: and the Seav'nth was made The sacred Sabbaoth. So, Sea, Earth, and Ayr, And azure-gilded Heav'ns Pavilions fair, Shall stand Six Dayes, but longer diversly Then the dayes bounded by the Worlds bright eye.

The First begins with me: the Seconds morn* 1.220 Is the first Ship-wright, who doth first adorn The hils with Vines: that Shepheard is the Third,* 1.221 That after God through strange Lands leads his Heard,* 1.222 And (past mans reason) crediting Gods word,* 1.223 His onely Son slayes with a willing sword: The Fourth's another valiant Shepheardling,* 1.224 That for a Cannon takes his silly sling, And to a Scepter turns his Shepheards staff, Great Prince, great Prophet, Poet, Psalmograph: The Fift begins from that sad Princes night* 1.225 That sees his children murdred in his sight,

And on the banks of fruitfull Euphrates, Poor Iuda led in Captiue heauiness:* 1.226 Hoped Messias shineth in the Sixt; Who, mockt, beat, banisht, buried, cruci-fixt, For our foul sins (stil-selfly-innocent) Hath fully born the hatefull punishment: The Last, shall be the very Resting-Day, Th' Ayr shall be mute, the Waters work shall stay;* 1.227 The Earth her store, the stars shall leaue their measures, The Sun his shine: and in eternall pleasures We plung'd, in Heav'n shall ay solemnize, all, Th' eternall Sabbaoths end-less Festiuall.* 1.228

Alas! what may I of that race presume Next th' irefull Flame that shall this Frame consume, Whose gut their God, whose lust their law shall be, Who shall not hear of God, nor yet of me? Sith those outrageous, that began their birth On th' holy groundsill of sweet Edens earth, And (yet) the sound of Heav'ns drad Sentence hear, And as ey-witness of mine Exile were, Seem to despight God. Did it not suffize (O lust full soule!) first to polygamize? Suffiz'd it not (O Lamech) to distain Thy Nuptiall bed? but that thou must ingrain In thy great-Grand-sires Grand-sires reeking gore Thy cruell blade? respecting nought (before) The prohibition, and the threatning vow Of him to whom infernall powrs do bow: Neither his Pasports sealed Character Set in the fore-head of the Murderer.

Courage, good Enos: re-advance the Standard Of holy Faith, by humane reason slaunder'd, And troden-down: Inuoke th' immortall powr; Vpon his Altar, warm bloud-offrings pour: His sacred nose perfume with pleasing vapour, And teend again Trueth's neer-extinguisht Taper▪

Thy pupil Henoch, selfly-dying wholly, (Earths ornament) to God he liueth solely.

Lo, how he labours to endure the light Which in th' Arch-essence shineth glorious-bright: How rapt from sense, and free from fleshly lets, Sometimes he climbs the sacred Cabinets Of the diuine Ideas euer-lasting, Having for wings, Faith, fervent l'rayer and Fasting: How at sometimes, though clad in earthly clod, He (sacred) sees, feels, all inioyes in God: How at somtimes mounting from form to form, In form of God he happy doth transform. Lo, how th' all-fair, as burning all in loue With his rare beauties, not content aboue T' haue half, but all, and ever; sets the stairs That lead from hence to Heav'n his chosen heirs: Lo, now he climeth the supernall stories: Adiew, deer Henoch: in eternall glories Dwell there with God: thy body, chang'd in quality Of Spirit or Angel, puts on immortality: Thine eys already (now no longer eys, But new bright stars) doe brandish in the skyes: Thou drinkest deep of the celestiall wine: Thy Sabbaoth's endless: without vail (in fine) Thouseest God face to face; and neervnite To th' ONE-TRINE Good, thou liv'st in th' Infinite.

But heer the while (new Angell) thou dost leaue Fell wicked folk, whose hands are apt to reaue, Whose Scorpion tongues delight in sowing strife, Whose guts are gulfs, incestuous all their life.

O strange to be beleev'd! the blessed race, The sacred Flock whom God by speciall grace Adopts for his, even they (alas!) most shame-less Do follow sin, most beastly-brute and tame-less, With lustfull eys choosing for wanton Spouses Mens wicked daughters; mingling so the houses Of Seth and Cain: preferring foolishly Frail beauties blaze to vertuous modesty.

From these profane, foul, cursed kisses sprung A cruell brood, feeding on bloud and wrong;

Fell Gyants strange, of haughty hand and minde, Plagues of the World, and scourges of Man-kinde

Then, righteous God (though ever prone to pa Seeing his milde-ness but their malice harden, List plead nolonger, but resolues the fall Of man forth-with, and (for mans sake) of all: Of all (at least) the living creatures gliding Along the ayr, or on the earth abiding.

Heav'ns crystall windows with one hand he opes, Whence on the World a thousand Seas he drops: With th' other hand he gripes, and wringeth forth The spungy Globeof th' execrable Earth, So straightly prest, that it doth straight restore All liquid flouds that it had drunk before: In every Rock new Rivers doe begin; And to his aid the snowes com tumbling in: The Pines and Cedars haue but boughs to showe, The shoars do shrink, the swelling waters growe.

Alas! so-many Nephews lose I heer Amid these deeps, that but for mountains neer, Vpon the rising of whoseridges lofty, The lusty climbe on every side for safety, I should be seed-less: but (alas!) the Water Swallows those Hils, and all this wide Theater Is all one Pond. O children, whither fly-you? Alas! Heav'ns wrath pursues you to destroy-you: The stormy waters strangely rage and roar, Rivers and Seas haue all one common shoar, (To wit) a sable, water-loaden Sky Ready to rain new Oceans instantly.

O Sonn-less Father! O too fruitfull haunches! O wretched root! O hurtfull, hatefull branches! O gulfs vnknowen! O dungeons deep and black! O worlds decay! O vniversall wrack! O Heav'ns! O Seas! O Earth (now earth no more) O flesh! O bloud! Heer, sorrow stopt the door▪ Of his sad voice, and almost dead for woe, The prophetizing spirit forsook him so.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Inuocation of the true God for assistance in De∣scription of the Infancie & first estate of the World.
• * 1.2

  The Transla∣tor, cōsidering his own weak∣nesse and insuf∣ficiency for a Worke so rare & excellent, as all the World hath worthily admired: cra∣ueth also the assistance of the Highest, that (at least) his endeuour may both stir∣vp some abler Spirit to vn∣dertake this Taske; and also prouoke all other good Wits to take in hand some holy Argumēt: and with-all, that Him-self may be for e∣uer sincerely affected, and (as it were) throughly sea∣soned with the sweet relish of these sacred and religious dis∣courses. Simile.
• * 1.3

  Simile.
• * 1.4

  Narration.
• * 1.5

  God, hauing Cre∣ated and esta∣blished Man Lord of the Crea tures, lodgeth him in the faire Gardē of Eden.
• * 1.6

  The Elysian Fields of the Heathen Poets, are but Dreams.
• * 1.7

  A large Descrip tion of the rich beauties of the Garden of Eden or earthly Para∣dise.
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  Excellent estate of the Earth & especially of E∣den before A∣dams fall.
• * 1.9

  All discommo∣dities far from Eden before Sin
• * 1.10

  Edens principal, and most excel∣lent beauty.
• * 1.11

  Of the place where the Gar∣den of Eden was situate.
• * 1.12

  It was a certain materiall Place: howsoe•••••• now a-daies, wee can exactly obserue neither the Circuit, nor ex∣tent of it.
• * 1.13

  It was no alle∣goricall nor my∣sticall Garden.
• * 1.14

  It was defaced by the generall Flood.
• * 1.15

  Why the Situa∣tion of the Gar∣den of Eden is now hard to finde.
• * 1.16

  Of the two Trees seruing as Sa∣craments to Adam.
• * 1.17

  Wherof the Tree of Life was a Sacrament.
• * 1.18

  The excellencie of that Tree.
• * 1.19

  I
• * 1.20

  We cannot say what Tree it was.
• * 1.21

  Of the Tree of. Knowledge of Good and Euill.
• * 1.22

  Of the excellence of mans know∣ledge before Sin.
• * 1.23

  How he knew good and euill before Sinne.
• * 1.24

  O•• mans know∣ledge sinc•• his Fall.
• * 1.25

  Why the Lord put man in the Garden of Eden
• * 1.26

  Of his exercise there.
• * 1.27

  4. Comparisons.
• * 1.28

  ••.
• * 1.29

  2.
• * 1.30

  3.
• * 1.31

  4.
• * 1.32

  Adam admireth the beauties of the World in ge∣nerall.
• * 1.33

  But most especi∣ally of the Gar∣den of Eden.
• * 1.34

  In this compari∣son my Author setteth down the famous City of Paris: but I haue presumed to ap∣ply it to our own City of Lon∣don▪ that it might be more familiar to my meere English and vn-trauaild Readers.
• * 1.35

  Happines of the first Man before his fall.
• * 1.36

  Of the visions of the spirit.
• * 1.37

  Of the certainty of the visions of the spirit, the body being at rest.
• * 1.38

  Of diuine & ex∣traordinary visi∣ons and Reuela∣tions.
• * 1.39

  Of the excellen∣cy of such visions and Reuelations
• * 1.40

  What manner of visions the first Man had in E∣den.
• * 1.41

  Man is put in possession of Edē, vnder a conditiō
• * 1.42

  Before Sinne, Man was an hū¦ble and zealous seruant of God.
• * 1.43

  Description of the beauties of the Garden of Eden.
• * 1.44

  The Orchard.
• * 1.45

  The Brooks.
• * 1.46

  The Bridges.
• * 1.47

  The Alleis, beds and Borders.
• * 1.48

  The Caues.
• * 1.49

  The pleasant murmur of the Waters.
• * 1.50

  The Maze.
• * 1.51

  The wonderfull Plants.
• * 1.52

  The Bonarets.
• * 1.53

  The Trees of the Garden of Eden
• * 1.54

  The Cerbas.
• * 1.55

  The Balme.
• * 1.56

  The Sea-Oak. The Cochenel. The Chermez.
• * 1.57

  The admirable Melt.
• * 1.58

  The shame-faced
• * 1.59

  A Tree whose▪ leaues transform to fowl and fish.
• * 1.60

  A modest cor∣rection of our Poet vnwilling to wade farther in curious search of hidden se∣crets:
• * 1.61

  Or to wander vnprofitably in nice Questions, concerning the Garden of Eden and mans abode there:
• * 1.62

  The decision of such Questions. is a busie idlenes.
• * 1.63

  Sin makes vs perceiue more then sufficiently what happines our Grand-sire lost, and what misery he got, by his shamefull Fall.
• * 1.64

  But for sinne, man had not been subiect vnto Death.
• * 1.65

  Simile.
• * 1.66

  Obiections a∣gainst the estate of man, who had not beene subiect vnto death but for Sinne.
• * 1.67

  Simile.
• * 1.68

  Answer to those obiections.
• * 1.69

  Conclusion.
• * 1.70

  He hath recourse to God the onely giuer of all suf∣ficiency and dex teritie in good and holy things.
• * 1.71

  The enemy of God enuieth Man and plot∣teth his destruc∣tion.
• * 1.72

  His subtiltie in executing his Designes.
• * 1.73

  Why he hid him in a Body.
• * 1.74

  Why he appea∣red not in his owne likenes: nor transfor∣med him into an Angel of light.
• * 1.75

  Simil••.
• * 1.76

  He hides him vnder diuers figures.
• * 1.77

  Why he chose the Serpent.
• * 1.78

  Sundry opinions hereupon.
• * 1.79

  1
• * 1.80

  2
• * 1.81

  3
• * 1.82

  ••▪
• * 1.83

  ••▪
• * 1.84

  6.
• * 1.85

  Conclusion of the former opi∣nions. A comparison.
• * 1.86

  The sundry sut∣tle and horrible end••uours of th•• diuell, putting on diuers formes to ouerthrowe Man-kinde.
• * 1.87

  The Poet resu∣meth his Dis∣course, touching the Temptation of Eue.
• * 1.88

  Comparison.
• * 1.89

  Sathans Oration
• * 1.90

  Eues Answer
• * 1.91

  A••sit cōparison.
• * 1.92

  The Diuels reply
• * 1.93

  His audacio••s impudence.
• * 1.94

  The Apostas••e of Eue.
• * 1.95

  A Comparison
• * 1.96

  Another compa∣rison liuely ex∣pressing the Fall of Man, by the prouocation of his wife.
• * 1.97

  The effects of their disobedi∣ence.
• * 1.98

  The extraordi∣nary presence of God, awakes their drousie soules swallowed vp of Sinne: and begins to arraign them.
• * 1.99

  Description of the horrible ef∣fects of a guilty Conscience, sum∣moned to the presence of God.
• * 1.100

  Adams answer••
• * 1.101

  God vrgeth the cause of his deiec∣tion and feare.
• * 1.102

  Adams reply, excusing himself and couertly im∣puting his Guilt to God. Examination of Eue, who excu∣seth her self like∣wise on another.
• * 1.103

  An example for Indges & Ma∣gistrates.
• * 1.104

  The Sentence of the supreame Iudge against the guilty Priso∣ners: and first of all against the Serpent.
• * 1.105

  Against the Woman.
• * 1.106

  Against Man.
• * 1.107

  Obiection to ex∣cuse the Sinne of Man.
• * 1.108

  1.
• * 1.109

  Answeres to the first obiection.
• * 1.110

  1.
• * 1.111

  2.
• * 1.112

  3.
• * 1.113

  Answeres to the second obiection.
• * 1.114

  1.
• * 1.115

  2.
• * 1.116

  Simile.
• * 1.117

  3.
• * 1.118

  Simile.
• * 1.119

  4.
• * 1.120

  Simile.
• * 1.121

  Conclusion of the former Disputa∣tions, and exe∣cution of Gods Decree against Adam & Eue. They are driuen out of Eden.
• * 1.122

  Simile.
• * 1.123

  The earthly E∣den shut-vp for euer from Man∣kinde.
• * 1.124

  Sin hath chan∣ged and disfigu∣red the face of the World.
• * 1.125

  Inuocation.
• * 1.126

  The Trāslator heere humbly vaileth-bonnet to the Kings Maiesty; who many yeeres since (for his princely exer∣cile) translated these FV∣RIES, the VRANIA, and some o∣ther Pecces of Du BAR∣TAS.
• * 1.127

  Happy estate of the World, before Sinne; set forth by a Similitude.
• * 1.128

  The Sympathy yet appearing between certain Creatures, is but as a litle shadow of the perfect v∣nion which was among all Crea∣tures, before Mans Fall.
• * 1.129

  Of the Discord that Sinne hath brought among all things.
• * 1.130

  Sundry notable Antipathies.
• * 1.131

  The estate of Man before Sin
• * 1.132

  His estate after Sinne.
• * 1.133

  Al creatures frō the highest to the lowest, enemies to Man.
• * 1.134

  The Heauens, with all ther in.
• * 1.135

  Al the Elemēts. Fire. Aire.
• * 1.136

  Sea.
• * 1.137

  Earth.
• * 1.138

  Earth brings forth weeds.
• * 1.139

  Venemous plants.
• * 1.140

  Poyson hidden among the Me∣tals.
• * 1.141

  The excellency of Mans Domi∣nion ouer the Creatures before his Fall.
• * 1.142

  The Creatures now becomn Ty∣rants and ••ray∣tors to Him, whose slaues and seruants they were before Sin.
• * 1.143

  An admirable description of Mans miserable Punishments, tortured by him∣selfe.
• * 1.144

  The FVRIES with their furni∣ture and traine, representing the Horror of Sinne•• and the cursed e∣state of an euill conscience.
• * 1.145

  1 Description of Famine with her traine.
• * 1.146

  2. Of Warre & her traine.
• * 1.147

  3. Sicknes exact∣ly described with all her partakers and dependers.
• * 1.148

  Innumerable kindes of disea∣ses.
• * 1.149

  The first Regi∣ment sent to as∣saile the Head Mans chiefest F••rtresse. Simile.
• * 1.150

  A similitude of the effects and endeuors of sick∣nesse.
• * 1.151

  The second Re∣giment assaul∣ting the vitall Parts.
• * 1.152

  The Ague with her train her k••n••s, and cruell effects.
• * 1.153

  Our Poet, hauing been himself for many yeers grie∣u••usly a fl••ct••d with the Feuer, complaineth bitterly of her rude violence.
• * 1.154

  The third Regi∣ment warring on the naturall Po∣wers.
• * 1.155

  The fourth Regi∣ment, forrageth, aud defaceth the Body outwardly
• * 1.156

  Comparison.
• * 1.157

  The Lowsi•• Disease.
• * 1.158

  Diseases proper to certaine Cli∣mats & Natiōs.
• * 1.159

  To som ages of man.
• * 1.160

  To the Seasons of the yeare.
• * 1.161

  Some Diseases contagious.
• * 1.162

  Some haeredita∣ry.
• * 1.163

  Some not known by their Cause, but by their Ef∣fects onely.
• * 1.164

  Some by sundry Causes encrea∣sing and waxing worse.
• * 1.165

  Comparison.
• * 1.166

  Another compa∣rison.
• * 1.167

  An amplificati∣on of Mans mi∣series, compared with other Cre∣tures, seldomer sick, and sooner healed: and that by naturall Re∣medies of their owne: hauing al∣so taught Men many practices of Physike.
• * 1.168

  Of foure Disea∣ses of the Soule, vnder them cō∣prehending all the rest.
• * 1.169

  1. Sorrow des∣cribed with her company.
• * 1.170

  2. Ioy with her Traine.
• * 1.171

  3. Feare & her Followers.
• * 1.172

  4. Desire, a most violent Passion, accōpanied with others like: as Ambition, Auarice, Anger, and Foolish Loue.
• * 1.173

  The horrible ef∣fects of the Pas∣sions of the soule, far more dange∣rous then the diseases of the body.
• * 1.174

  The miserable corruption of our Times, worse then all former Ages.
• * 1.175

  All riotous Pro∣digalitie disgui∣sed with the name of Libera∣litie.
• * 1.176

  Effeminate cu∣riofitie & luxu∣vious Pride, mis∣called Clean∣lines.
• * 1.177

  Insatiate lust and Beast like Loosenes, surna∣med Loue.
• * 1.178

  Extream Ex∣tortion, counted Thrist.
• * 1.179

  Blasphemous Quarrels, bra∣uest Courage.
• * 1.180

  Inhuman Mur∣der highest Manhood.
• * 1.181

  The Poet heere welcometh peace which (after long absence) seems about this time to haue re∣turned into France. The Benefits she brings with Her.
• * 1.182

  Thanks-giuing to God for peace
• * 1.183

  Gratefull remē∣brance of the means therof.
• * 1.184

  An imitation thereof, by the Translatour, in honour of our late graci∣ous Soverain Elizabeth: in whose happy Raigne, God hath giuen this Kingdom so long peace and rich prosperity.
• * 1.185

  An Elegant cō∣parison represen∣ting the lamen∣table Condition of Adam and Eue driuen out of Paradise.
• * 1.186

  The first Maner of life,
• * 1.187

  Great simplicity in their kinde of life.
• * 1.188

  Their Cloathing▪
• * 1.189

  Their Winter Sutes.
• * 1.190

  Eues industry in making a Gar ment for her Husband.
• * 1.191

  Their Lodging and first buil∣ding.
• * 1.192

  A building som∣what more exact▪
• * 1.193

  The inuention of Fire••
• * 1.194

  How the first Man inuented Fire for the vse of himself & his Posteritie.
• * 1.195

  Beginning of Families.
• * 1.196

  The seuerall Occupations of Abel and Cain.
• * 1.197

  Their sacrifice.
• * 1.198

  God regardeth Abell and his Sacrifice; and reiecteth Cain and his: whereas Cain enuieth, and finally kils his Brother; whose blood God reuengeth.
• * 1.199

  By reason of the multiplying of Mankinde, the Children of Adam begin to build houses for their commodity and retreat.
• * 1.200

  Cain thinking to finde sum qui∣et for the tem∣pests of his con∣science, begins to fortifie, and builds a Towne.
• * 1.201

  Supposeth to se∣cure himselfe by the strength and swiftnes of a Horse, which hee begins to tame.
• * 1.202

  Description of a gallant Horse.
• * 1.203

  The manner how to back, to break, & make a good Horse.
• * 1.204

  Simile.
• * 1.205

  The ready speed of a swift Horse presented to the Reader, in a pleasant and liuely description▪
• * 1.206

  Good Horse∣manship.
• * 1.207

  The Countenāce Pride, aud Port of a couragious Horse, when he is chased.
• * 1.208

  The Dexteritie of a skilfull Rider.
• * 1.209

  The inuention of yro••.
• * 1.210

  Comparison.
• * 1.211

  Caesting of the first Instruments of Iron.
• * 1.212

  The excellent vses and commo∣dities of Iron.
• * 1.213

  Inuention of Musicke.
• * 1.214

  Inuention of the Lute and other Instruments.
• * 1.215

  While Cain and his Children are busie for the World, Adam and his other Sons exercise themselues in Piety & iustice, and in searching the goodly se∣crets of Nature.
• * 1.216

  Seth questions his Father con∣cerning the state of the World, frō the Beginning to the End.
• * 1.217

  Adams answer.
• * 1.218

  The power of Gods spirit in his Prophets: and the difference between such▪ & the distracted frantike Mini∣sters of Satan.
• * 1.219

  Adam declares to his Son, in how many Daiet the World was created.
• * 1.220

  How many A∣ges it shall en∣dure.
• * 1.221

  1. Adam.
• * 1.222

  2. Noah.
• * 1.223

  3. Abraham.
• * 1.224

  4. Dauid.
• * 1.225

  5. Zedechias.
• * 1.226

  6. Messias.
• * 1.227

  7. Th' Eternall Sabbath.
• * 1.228

  Considerations of Adam vpon that which shuld be fall his Poste∣rity, vnto the end of the first World destroyed by the Flood: according to the relation of Moses in Gene∣sis, in the 4. 5. 6. and 7. chapters.