The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

Day of Judgement.

The worlds combustion. The generall Bonefire. The grand Sessions. Natures Funerall. The worlds sad hour. Dooms-day. When souls shall wear their new array. When the words masse shall shrink in purging flame▪ The last dayes summons, when earths T••ophies lie, Ascattered heap, and time it self shall die, When the Sun shall From the blind heavens like a dead cinder fall, And all the elements intend their strife To ruine what they fram'd, When desperate time lies gasping, When thunder summons from eternal sleep Th' imprison'd ghosts, and spreads ••'th frighted deep A veil of darknesse. When the knot of nature is dissolved, And the worlds ages in one hour involved In their old Ch••os, seas with skies shall joyn, And stars with stars confounded lose their shine. The ••arth no longer shall extend her shore. To keep the Ocean ou••, the Moon no more

Follow the sun, but scorning her old way, Crosse him, and claim the guiding of the day. The falling worlds now jarring frame, no peac••, No league shall hold, great things themselves oppresse, When earth and seas to fl••mes are turn'd, And all the world with one sad fire is burn'd. The utmost date of time, When rocks and all things sh••ll disband. The great and universal doome, When Christ shall in a throne of clouds descend To judge the earth. With rusty maske the heavens shall hide their face. The aged world dissolved by the last, And fatal houre, shall to old Chaos hast; Stars justling stars shall in the deep confound Their radiant fires, the land shall give no bound To swallowing seas, the moon shall crosse the sun With scorne that her swift wheeles obliquely run, Daies throne aspiring, discord then shall ••end The worlds crackt flame, and natures concord end. The frame Of nature then shall feed the greedy flame, Men, cities, floods and seas by ravenous lust Of fire devoured, all shall resolve to dust. When the dancing poles Shall cease their whirling galliard. When Lachesis hath no more thread to spin, Nor time a feather on his crazy wing, When this vast o••be of earth shall blazing burn, And all the world in funeral flames shall mourn; When heaven and hell amaz••ng must appear In two extreams, joy, and excessive fear. The hindge of things Is broke, all ends run back into their springs. The second Chaos. When earth and sea in fiery flames shall frie, And time lies buried in eternity. When as to those enchaind in sleepe, The wakeful trump of doome shall thunder through the deepe With such an horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang. While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake,

The aged earth agast With terrour of that blast, Shall f••om the surface to the center shake, When at the worlds last session, The dreadful Judge in midle aire shall spread his throne.