Heavenly pastime, or, Pleasant observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly allegoriz'd in several delightful dialogues, poems, similitudes, and divine fancies / by John Dunton, author of The sickmans passing-bell.

Canticles. 7.11.

Come, my Beloved, let us go forth in∣to the Field, and let us remain in the Villages.

Christ. Soul.

1.

Christ. Come, Come m•• dear, and let us ••oth retire, And whi•••• the dain••ys of the fragrant Fields: Where warbling Phil'mel, and the shrill mouth quire Ch••n•• forth their raptures, where the Turtle builds H••r lov••ly N••st; and where the n••w born Brier Breaths forth the sweetness that ••er April yi••lds. Come, Come, my lovely fair, and let us try These rurall delicates; where thou and I M•••• m••lt in priva••e fl••mes, and fear no stander by.

2

••oul. My hearts eternal j••y, in lieu of whom The ••arth's a blast and all the World's a bubble! ••ur City-man Sion is the faire••t hom••, But Countrey sweets are ta••g'd wi••h lesser tro••∣ble, ••et's try them both, and ch••se the better; come A change in pleasure, makes the pleasure double. O•• thy Commands depends my go or tarry, I'll stir with Martha, or I'll stay with Mary, Our Hearts are firmly fit, although her plea∣sures vary.

3.

••••rist. Our Countrey-man Sion (situat•• on high) With various object, still renews delight 〈◊〉〈◊〉 arched Roof's of unstain'd Ivory, Her Walls of Fiery-••••arkling Chrisolite, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Pavement is of hardest Porphiry; Her spacious Windows are all Glazed with bright

And flaming Carbuncles no need require, Titans faint rayes, or Vulcans feeble fire; And every Gate's a Pearl, and every Pearl, entir••.

4.

Soul. Fool that I was, how were my thoughts de∣ceiv'd? How falsly was my fond conceit possest! I took it for an Hermitage but pau'd And daub'd with neighb'ring dirt, Thatcht at best Alas I never expected more! nor crav'd; A Tu••••le ••••p'd, but for a Turtles nest: Come, Come, my dear, and let no idle stay Neglect th' a••vant••ge of the head-strong day How pleasure gr••tes that Feels the Curb 〈◊〉〈◊〉 delay.

5.

Christ. Come then, my Ioy, let our divided paces Conduct us to our fairest t••rritory; O there w••'ll twine our Souls in sweet embraces, Soul. And in thy Arms I'll tell my passion stor•• Christ. O there I'll Crown ••hy head with all my grac•• Soul. And all these Graces shall reflect thy Glo•••• Christ. O there I'll f••••d thee withCel••stial Man•• I'll be thy 〈◊〉〈◊〉. Soul. And I, ••hy Hanna. Christ. I'll sound my Trump of joy. Soul. And 〈◊〉〈◊〉 resound Hosanna.

Epigram.

Mechanick Soul, thou must not only do With Martha, but with Mary ponder too: Happy's that House where these fair Sisters vary, But most, where Martha's reconciled to Mary.