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.

Deutrenomy 32.29.

O that Men were Wise, and that they understood this, that they would con∣sider their latter end.

Flesh. Spirit.

Flesh.

What means my Sisters eye so oft to pass Through the long Entry of the optick Glass? Tell me, what secret virtue doth invite Thy wrinkled eye to such unknown delight?

Spirit.

It helps the sight, makes things remote appear In perfect view; it draws the Obj••ct near.

Flesh.

What sense-delighting objects doth thou spye? What doth the Glass present before thine eye?

Spirit.

I see thy Foe, my reconciled Friend, Grim Death, even standing at the Glasses ••••d; His left hand holds a branch of Palm, his right Holds forth a two-edg'd Sword.

Fle.

A proper sight, And is this all? doth thy prospective please Th'abused fancy with no shapes but these?

Spirit.

••••es, I behold the darkned Sun bereav'•• (••f all his light, the battl••m••nts of Heav'n Shel••ring in flames; th•• Angel guarded Son Of Glory on his Tribunall-Throne; I see a Brimstone Sea of boyling fire, And f••inds, with knotted whips of flaming Wire, Tor••er'ng poor Souls, that k••ash their Teeth in vain, A••d kn••w their flame torment••d tongues for pain. Look, Sister, how the queasy-stomack'd Graves V••mit their dead, and how the Purple waves Scald their Consumeless Bodies, strongly Cursing All Wombs for Bearing, and all Paps for Nursing.

Flesh.

Can thy distemp••r'd fancy take delight In view of Tortures? these are shows t'affright:

Look in this Glass triangular; look here, Hear's that will ravish eyes.

Spirit.

What seest thou there.

Flesh.

The World in colours, colours that disdain The Cheeks of Proteus, or the Silken train Of Flora's Nymphs; such various sorts of hiew As sun-confronting Iris never knew, Here if thou please to beautifie a Town Thou mai'st; or with a hand turn'd upside down. Here mai'st thou scant or widen by the measure Of thine own will; make short or long at plea∣sure: Here may'st thou tire thy fancy, and advise With shows more apt to please more curious eyes.

Spirit.

Ah fool! that dot'st on vain, on present toyes And disrespect'st those true, those future Ioyes! How strongly are thy thoughts befool'd, alas, To dote on Goods that perish with thy Glass! Nay, vanish with the turning of a hand! Were they but painted colours, it might stand With painted reason that they might devote thee, But things that have no being to besot thee? For sight of future Torments is the way To baulk those ills which present joyes bewray. As thou hast fool'd thy self, so now come hither, Break that fond Glass, and let's be wise together.

Epigram.

What Soul, no further yet? what never commence Master in faith, still Batchelour of sense, It's insufficiency, or what has made thee Oressip thy lost degree? thy Lusts have stay'd thee.