A new play call'd The Pragmatical Jesuit new-leven'd a comedy
Carpenter, Richard, d. 1670?

Act 1. Scen. 2.

Enter Aristotle junior, a young Scholar.

This is the Sacred Grove, this the newest Spring-Garden: Here she dwels. A solitary place, shap't and carv'd by Na∣ture into a fit Receptade for such and so sublime a person. Surely, she understands the language of Birds, the Songs of the Wood-Quiristers, and is promoted in her Knowledge by them. And here the free and open Ayre allowes her a more liberal Prospect towards Heaven, when she looks beyond the Birds, and the Sea-Stargazer the Ʋranoscopus. Who gives Answer here?

Enter Fear, a Man-servant.

I most humbly desire access to the Lady of this Place.


How do you call her?


She is universally known by the name of Lady Devotion.


Here she resides indeed. But ac∣cess to her is not rashly & suddenly grant∣ed. You must begin at me: my name is Fear. When you are initiated by sufficient and inward acquaintance with me, I shall with due Fear give you up into the chast hands of Innocency; Innocency will inno∣cently endear you to Simplicity; Simplicity with an unleven'd Simplicity will resign you to Knowledge; Knowledge will know∣ingly prefer you to Prudence; and Prudence will prudently conduct you to the Lady Devotion, who will devoutly receive you.


I most humbly desire admit∣tance.


What is your Name?


Aristotle Junior. I am a Gradu∣ate in the University, intending by a right Line forward.

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You may enter: But first, with a reverent Fear hear your Welcom.

A Song.
Welcome, Scholar, whose Desire,
One sings in the mu∣sick room.
Kindled with Celestial Fire,
Prompts thee to a Pious Motion
In quest of sublime Devotion.
And points with Pyramidal Love
(Flame-like) to the things above.
Leave thy Body where thou art:
Enter thy Spiritual Part.
Then shalt then be install'd Angelical,
These 4 Ver∣ses are the Burden, and sung by many together.
Above thy mortal self, Se∣raphical.
After, the Vertues here, compos'd into a Ring,
Shall all encircle thee, and to thy Laurels sing.
First, Fear layes thee in the dust,
And presents a Power just:
Which awes, and commands thy Soul
Not to act without controul:
Bends thee to a Law that binds,
And a chiding Conscience finds,
If ought b' indirect: and so
Humbles thee thy self to know.
Then shalt thou be—
After, the Vertues—
Innocency stamps thee good,
Checks the Sallies of thy Blood:
Signes thee moral; and refers
Thee to him that never errs,
Moving him to recommend
Thee to the sublimest End.
And the Meanes in their Degrees,
As he most expedient sees.
Then shalt thou be—
After, the Vertues—
Simplicity states thee pure
From false-dealing, and the lure
Of base Lucre, singles Tongue,
Gesture, Forehead, Hands from wrong.
Tutours thy Life; guards all free
From taint of Hypocrisie:
Renders all thy doings even,
Clean as Flower untouch't of Leven.
Then shalt then be—
After, the Vertues—
Knowledge doth adorn and clear
The Soul in her highest Sphear:
Brings high things near to our sight,
Sees the darkest things in light;
Solves doubts, and removes offences,
Our greatest of Goods commences:
Teaches us what should be done
To end where we first begun.
Then shalt thou be—
After, the Vertues—
Prudence, salt-like, seasons Life,
Parting, as the Surgeons Knife,
Sound and unsound: holds the Reins
Of Vertues: holds Vice in chains.
To Practicks allowance brings,
Prescribes manner, measure, things.
Enter then, as you desire,
Tow'rds the Queen your Thoughts admire.
Then shalt thou be—
After, the Vertues—