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

Scen. 1.

Enter Fear, and Aristotle Junior.
Fear.

HAving orderly perform'd the Injunctions prescrib'd to you according to the Method and Oeconomy of this House, I am order'd, as you have Page  11 heard, by Lady Devotion, to render you to the place where I first receiv'd you. We all hope, that you will retain the scarlet Dye wherewith you are imbued: Besides, It is our order, that as we sing the Introit of him that enters, so we give a Musical Farewel to him agreeably in his dismission. I take my leave, and leave you to your attention.

Exit Fear.
Arist.

I am humbly thankful.

A Song.
Scholar: although you do depart,
One sings.
Carry us with you in your heart
For after practise: Have a care
That you remember who you are,
What you have learn'd, and how you may
Stand ever stedfast in the way,
Which we have taught: Those gradual stairs
Well practis'd, will adorn your hairs
When white with Age, and bring your head
With solace to your earthy Bed.
Then will the joyful Angels
Three sing, one af∣ter another
Then will the joyful Angels
Then will the joyful Angels meet you
They joyn voices
And with their Songs of triumph greet you.
Then will the joyful Angels
Then will the joyful Angels
Then will the joyful Angels say
Welcom t'our endless Holyday.
Snares will be laid on every side:
Be sure that Prudence be your guide
In all your motions. Look before
You place your foot on any shore.
In every place the Net is near:
It will be needful that you fear.
In every place Hypocrisie
Seeming far off, is then most nigh
In real Truth. By a right line
You shall attain to things Divine.
Then will the joyful Angels—
The real Good must first be known,
Then the apparent to disown
Evil compleatly, and assent
To Vertues crown us innocent
In perfect Morals. When you spie
The first approaches of a Lie,
Step back, then flie for Vertues sake,
As if y' had trod upon a Snake.
Go on with Courage: and your youth,
As with a Gemme, enrich with Truth.
Then will the joyful Angels—
Arist.

The blessed Angels constellate here: Yea Heaven it self is translated hi∣ther: Nothing sublunary is more divine: I owe my true life, and all that is conse∣quent to it, to this place: I must now think my self the last, and least, and lowest of all men: Speak in the abstract from the Lists, Lines, and Limits of all Hypocrisie; and act agreeably to the Commutations and Di∣stributions of Aristotelical Justice: It re∣mains, that I wait continually the falling of the Dew: The Shell wherein the Orient Pearl is born, opens it self towards Heaven, begging as it were, one clean drop of proli∣sical and procreating Dew: which having obtained, it presently shuts, keeps the door against all outward things, and secretly transforms and ripens that heavenly drop into a precious Margarite.

May all my Reason owns, hereafter shew
The Orient Pearl born of Celestial Dew.
Exit.