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Nia pow's to pass; 45. And thou hast made us fall | 6. The daughters of my people have finn'd more A! refuf, und off-kouring, to them all.

Thati did the town of Sodom in before, 43. All our focs gape at us. 47. Fear and a fnare, which beitig at once deftroy'd, there did remain With ruin and with wafte, upon us üre.

No hands amongtt them to vex them again. 42. Trh watry rivers doth mine eye o'er flow, 7. But heretofore purer her Nazarite Ferrein of my people's daughters fo :

Wus than the snow, and milk was not fo white : 44. Mae ege doch drop down tears inceffantly, As carbuncles did their pure bodies shine; ca. Unol the Lord look down from heav'n to see. And all their polith’dnets was saphirine.

[know SI. And for my city, daughters' fake, mine eye 8. They're darker now than blackness; none can Doch break rice heart. 52. Caulelefs mine enemy, Them by the face, as through the street they go; Like a bird, chas'd me. 53. In a dungeon

Pot now their skin doth cleave unto their bone, They're but my life, and cast on me a ftone. And, withered, is like to dry wood grown. 5+ Waterslow'do'er my head; then thought I, l’m 9. Better by sword than famine 'ris to die ; Detrard; 55. I called, Lord! upon thy name And better through pierc'd than through penury. 0:3 of the pie ; 56. And thou my voice didt hear" : 10. Women, by nature nitiful, have ate (meat. Ob from my light and cry top not thine ear. Their children (drest with their own hand) for * Thet when I call'd upon thee, thou drew'stoear 11. Jehovah here fully accomplish'd hath

and laidit unto me, Do not fear, His indignation, and pour'd forth his wrath; & Thoa, Lord! my soul's cause handled hast, Kindled a fire in Sion, which hath pow'r and thou

To eat, and her foundations to devour. heel my life. 59.0 Lord! do thou judge now.

12. Nor would the kings of th' earth, nor all Than beard'A my wrong. 60. Their vengeance all which live they're wrought;

In the inhabitable world, believe 61. How they reproach'd thou'st heard, and what | That any adversary, any foe; they thought; Into Jerusalem should enter so.

[thed (Whas their lips utter'd, which against me rose, 13. For the prictts fins, and prophets, which have und what was ever whisper'd by my foes.

Blood in the streets, and the juł murthered : Bi lan their song, whether they rise or fit. 14. Which, when those men, whom they made C4 Cãe them rewards, Lord! for their work

blind, did stray ing ft,

{thy mighe Thorough the freets, defiled by the way, 4 Sørrow of heart, thy curse: 66. And with --**, and from under heav'n destroy them quite. With blood, the which impossible it was

Their garment should 'Icape touching as they pass,

15. Would cry aloud,“ Depart, defiled men, CHA P. IV.

Depart, depart, and touch us not !" and igen 1. Wer is the gold become lo dim! how is and finelt gold thus chang'd to this !

They fled, and stray'd, and with the Gentiles de totes, which were stones of the sanduary,

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(there : 'd in corners of each street do lic.

Yet told their friends they should not long dwell

16. Í'or this they're scarcer'd by Jchovah's iace, The precious fons of Sion, which should be Who never will regard them more. No grace Van'd as pureft gold, how do we fee Ja-rated nost! as earthen pitchors, Rand, Unto the old men hall their foc afford, Tword: a hich are the work of a poor potter's hand. For that they're prieits redeem them from the

17. And we as yet, for all these miseries Even the lea-calves draw their breasts, and give Deliring our vain help, consume our cycs : said to their young: my people's daughter's live, Statoa of the foe's great cruelness,

And such a nation as cannot save, di do the owls in the val wilderness.

We in delire and speculation have,

18. They hunt our steps, that in the treets we fear And shen the fucking child doth strive to draw, To go; our end is now approached near.

3 tongae for thirst cleaves to his upper jaw; And when for bread the licile children cry, Our days accomplish'd are, this the last day; There is no n.an that doth thein fatisfy.

19. Eagles of heav'n are not so swift as they

Which Tullow us; o'er inountains tops they dis They which beiere were delicately fed, At us, and for us in the defert lic.

in the streets ícriorn have perified: hozta bey, which ever were ia icarlet clothid, 20. The Lord's anointed, breach of our rofils, he - 2nd cobrace the duoghiks which they loch'. Of whom we faid, under his ladowe

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Shall with more ease under the Heathen dwell, 21. For oughtest thou, O Lord! despise us thus,
Into che pit, which these men digged, fell. 22. And to be utterly enrag'd at us?
Rejoice, O Edom's daughter! joyful be,

HYMN TO GOD, MY GOD,
Thou that inhabit'ft Uz; for unto thee
This cup shall pass, and thou with drunkennels

In my Sickness.
Shall fill thyself, and hew thy nakedness.

Since I am coming to that holy room

Where with the choir of saints for evermore 22. And then thy sins, 0 Sion! shall be spent;

I shall be made thy music, as I come The Lord will not leave thee in banishment :

I tune the inftrunient here at the door, Thy sins, 0 Edom's daughter! he will see,

And what I must do then think here before, And for them pay thee with captivity.

Whilft my physicians, by their love, are grown

Cosmographers and I their map, who lie
CHAP. V.'

Flat on this bed, that by them may be shewn

That this is my south-west discovery
I. REMEMBER, O Lord: what is fall’n on us; Per fretum febris, by these straits to die.
See and mark how we are reproached thus.
2. For urto {trangers our pofTeffion

I joy that in these straights I see my west;
Is turn'd, our houses unto aliens gone.

For though those currents yield return to none,

What shall my weft hurt me? as west and east 3. Our mothers are become as widows, we

In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, As orphans all, and without fathers be.

So death doth touch the resurredion.
4. Waters, which are our own, we drink and pay,
And upon our own word a price they lay.

Is the Pacific Sea my home? or are
The eastern riches! Is Jerusalem,

Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar ? (the 5. Our persecutors on our necks do fit; They make us travail, and not intermit.

All straights, and none but straights are ways 6. We stretch our hands unto th' Egyptians

Whether where Japheth dwelt, or Cham, or Se. To get us bread, and unto th' Allyrians.

We think that Paradise and Calvary, Our fathers did these fins, and are no more;

Christ's cross and Adam's tree, stood in one plac But we do bear thy sins they did before.

Look, Lord! and find both Adams met in me : 8. They are but servants which do rule us thus,

As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face, Yet from their hands none would deliver us. May the last Adam's blood my foul embrace. 9. With danger of our life our bread we gat,

So in his purple wrapp'd receive me, Lord ! For in the wilderness the sword did wait.

By these his thorns give me his other crown ; 10. The tempests of this famine we liv'd in And as to ot ers souls I preach'd thy word, Black as an oven colour'd had our skin.

Be this my text, ny sermon to mine own; (dove

Therefore, that he may raise, the Lord thro:1. 11 Juda's cities they the maids abus'd By force, and so women in Sion us'd. (grace 12. The princes with their hands they hung; no

A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. Nor honour gave they to the elder's face.

Wilt thou forgive thae sin where I begun, 13. Unto the mill our young men carried are, Which was my fin, though it were done befor And children fell under the wood they bare : Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run 14. Elders thegates, youth did their songs, sorbear; And do run Nill, though still I do deplore! Ginz was our joy; our dancings mournings were. When thou hast done thou halt not done,

For I have more. 15. Now is the crown fall’n from our head, and wo Be unto us, because we'аve fioned fo:

Wilt thou forgive that in which I have won 16. For this our hearts do languish, and for this

Others to fin, and made my fins their door? Over our eyes a cloudy dimncis is;

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did Mun

A year or two, but wallow'd in a score ? 17. Because Mount Sion desolate doth lie, When thou hast done thou hast not done, dud loves there do go at liberty.

For I have more. 13. But thou, O Lord! art ever; and thy throne From generation to generatiou.

I have a fin of fear, that when l’ave spun

My lał thread I shall perith on the shore; 19. Why should!t thou forget us eternally, But swear by thyself that at my death thy Son Or leave us thus long in this misery?

Shall sine as he shines now and heretoforc; 20. Refore us, Lord! to thee; that fo we may And having done that thoų haft dono, Keturn, and, as of oid, renew our day.

I fcar no morc.

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THE PROGRESS OF THE SQUL.

INFINITATI SACRUM,

16. AUGUSTI, 1601,

METEMPSYCHOSIS.

POEMA SATYRICON.

EPISTLE.

OTIERS at the porches and entries of their build-, out treasure for me, but that hath lighted me a ings set their arms, I my picture, if any colours candle to the place. All which I will bid you reş can deliver a mind fo plain and fat, and thorough-member (for i will have no such readers as I can light as mine. Naturally at a new author I doubt teach) is, that the Pythagorean doctrine doth not and fick, and do not say quickly good. I censure only carry one foul from man to man, nor man to much and tax; and this liberty colts me more than beast, but indifferently to plants also ; and, there, others : yet I would not be so rebellious against fore, you must not grudge to find the same soul in myself as not to do it fince I love it, nor so unjut an emperor, in a post-horse, and in a maceron, since to others to do it fixe talione. As long as I give them no unreadiness in the soul, but an indisposition in as good hold upon me, they must pardon me my the organs, works this. And, therefore, though bitings. I forbid no reprehender but him that, like this soul could not move when it was a melon, yet the Trent Council, forbids not books, but authors, it may remember, and can now tell me, at what damning whatever such a name hath or shall write. Lascivious banquet it was served : and though it None write so ill that he gives not something ex could not speak when it was a spider, yet it can emplary to follow or fly. Now, when I begin this remember, and now cell me, who used it for pois book, I have no purpose to come into any man's fon to attain dignity. However the bodies have debt : how my lock will hold out I know not; dulled her other faculties, her memory hach ever gerchance walte, perchance increase in use. If I do been her own, which makes me so seriously deliver borrow any thing of antiquity, besides that I make you, by her relation, all her passages, from her first account that I pay it to pofterity with as much, making, when she was that apple which Eve ate, and as good, you shall fill find me to acknowledge to this time, when she is the whole life you shall it, and to thank rot him only that hath digged I find in the end of this book.

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THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.

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I sing the Progress of a deathiess Soul,

To my fix lusters, almost now out-wore, Whom Face, which God made, but doth not con- Except thy book owe me so many more; troul,

Except my legend be free from the lets Plac'd in most mapes. All times, before the law Ofiteep ambition, sleepy poverty, Yok'd us, and when, and since, in his I fing, Spirit.quenching sickness, duil cap:ivity, And the great World t' his aged evening, Distracting business, and from beautie's nets, From iníant morn through manly noon I draw: And all that calls from this and t’ others whets; What the gold Chaldee or silver Persian law, O! let me not launch out, but let me fave Greek brass, cr Roman iron, 'tis in this one, Th'expence of brain and spirit, that my grave A work t' nut-wear Seth's pillars, brick and stone, His right and due, a whole unwasted man, ma And (holy writ excepted) made to yield to none.

have. Thee, eye of heaven, this great Soul envies not ; But if my days be long and good enough, 13y thy male force is all we have begot.

In vain this sea shall enlarge or enrough In the firft eart thou now beginn'st to thine, lifelf; for I will through the wave and foam, Suck's early balm, and island spices there,

And hold, in sad lone ways, a lively Sprite, Arid wilt anon in ihy loose-rein'd career

Make my dark heavy Poem light, and light: At Tagus, Po, Seine, Thanies, and Danow, dine, For though through many fraights and lands lnd lee at night thy weitern land of mine;

roam, Vet halt thou not more nations scen than ne U launch at Paradise, and fail t'wards home : "That before thec one day began to be,

The course I there began shall here be itay'd ; And, tly frail light being quench'd, snall long, Sails huifted there ftruck here, and anchors laid long cuilive thee.

in Thames which were at Tygris and Euphrat

weigh'd Nor loiy jarur, in hore sovereign boat The church and all the monarchies did foat; For the great Soul which bere among us now 'That swimming college and free hospital

Icth dwell, and moves that hand, and tongue, ar Of all mankind, that cage and vivary

brow, of fowls and boats, in whole womb Definy

Which as the moon the fea moves us, to hear L's and our latcit nephews did install,

Whose story with long patience you will long ; (From thence are all dorivid that fill this all) (For 'tis the crown and last strain of my song) Dijft thou in that great stewardship enbark This Soul, to whom Luther and Mahomet were Se diverse shapes ir to that Aoating park, park. Prisons of flesh; this Soul, which oft aid tear As have been mov'dand inform’d by this heav'nly And mend the wrecks of thị empire, and la

Rome, Great Destiny, the commissary of God,

And liv'd when every great 'change did come, That hast mark'd out a path ard period

Had first in Paradise a low but fatal room. For every thing; who, where we off pring took, Our ways and ends seeit at one instant : thou Yet no low room, nor then the greatest, less Kot of all causes; thou whose changelcss brow 11 (as devout and sharp men fitly guess) Nę'er (miles nor frowns, O! vouchsafe thou to That crofs, our joy and grief, (where nails did ti look,

That All, which always was all every where, And flew my story in thy eternal book,

Which could not fin, and yet all fins did bear, That (if my prayer be fit) I may understand Which could not die, yet could not choose b So much myselt as to know with what hand,

die) How fcant or liberal :his my life's race is fpann'd. Siood in the felt fane room in Calvary

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Where for at grew the forbidden learned trec; Of sense than faith requires) swiftly mne few
For on that tree hung in security

T'a dark and foggy plot; her her fates threw This Soul, made by the Maker's will from pulling There through th' earth's pores, and in a plant free.

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Prince of the orchard, fair as dawning morn, The plant, thus abled, to itself did force
Fenc'd with the law, and ripe as soon as born, A place where no place was by Nature's course,
That appie grewy which this foul did enlive, As air from water, water fleets away
Tilt the then climbing serpent, that now creeps From thicker bodies; by this root throng'd so
For that offence for which all mankind wecps, His spungy confines gave him place to grow :
Took it, and ther, whom the first man did | Just as in our Itreets, when the people stay
wive,

To see the prince, and so fill up the way (near
(Whom and her race only forbiddings drive) That weasels scarce could pais; when he comes
He gave it, ine t' her husband; both did eat : They throng and cleave up, and a pariage clear,
So perifeed the eaters and the meat,

As if for that time their round bodies flatten'd And we (for treason taints the blood) thence die and sweat,

His right arm he thrust out towards the cast, Man all at once was there by woman sain, Wellward his left; th' ends did themselves digest And one by one we're here flain o'er again Into ten losser strings, these firgers were: By them. The mother poijond the well-head; And, as a flumb'rer, stretching on his bed, The caughters here corrupt us rivulets ;

This way he this and that way scattered No Imaliness 'scapes, no greatness breaks, their His other leg, which feet with toes up bear; rets :

Grew on his middle part, the first day, hair, She thruit us out, and by them we are led

To thew that in love's bus'nels he should still Aftray from turning to whence we are filed. A dealer be, and be us’d, well or ill : Were prisoners judges 't would seem rigorous; His apples kindle, his leaves force of conception She ann'd, we bear: part of our pain is thus

kill. To love then whose fault to this painful love yok'dus.

A mouth, bat dumb, he hath; blind eyes, deaf

ears, So fast in us doth this corruption grow,

And to his shoulders dangle subtle hairs; Tha: now we care ask why we fiouid be so. A young Coloffas there he stands upright; Would God (disputes the curious rebel) make And, as that ground by hin svere conquered, A law, and wouid not have ic kept? or can A lazy garland wears he on his head His creaiures will cross his? Of every man Enchas'd with little fruits fo red and bright, For one will God (and be juit) vengeance take? That for them ye would call your love's lips white; Who finnd? 'twas spot forbidden to the snake, So of a lone unhaunted place pofleft, Nor her, who was not then nude ? nor is't writ Did this Soul's second inn, built by the guest That Adam cropt or knew thc apple ; yct This living buried man, this quiet mandrake, rest. 'The worm, and Me, and he, and we, endure for it.

No luff:I woman came this plant to grieve,

Blit 'twas because there was none yet but Eve, But snatch me, heav’nly Spirit! from this vain And the (with other purpose) kill'd it quite : Reck'ning their vanity; leis is their gain

Her fin had now brought in infirmities, Than hazard still to meditate on ill,

And to her cradled child the moist-red cyes Though with good mind; their reason's like Had never shut, nor slept, since it saw light :

Poppy she knew, she knew the mandrake's might, Of gially bubbles which the gamesome boys And tore up both, and so cool'd her child's blood. Stretch to lo nice a thinness through a quill, Unvirtuous weeds night long unvex'd have food, That they themselves break, and do themselves But he's short liv'd that with his death can do pill.

most good. Arguing is heretic's game, and exercise, As wreitlers, perfects them. Not liberties

To an unsetter'd Soul's quick nimble hafte Ol Speech, but filence; hands, not tongues, and he Are falling Nars and hearts thoughts but flow relies.

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Thinner than burnt air flies this Soul, and she, Jalt in that instant, when the serpent's gripe Whom four new coming and four partiog suns Broke the flight veins and tender conduit-pipe

Had found, and left the mandrake's tenant, runs, Through which this Soul from the tree's root did, Thoughtless of change, when her firm destiny drav

Confind and enjail'd her that seem'd so free Lise and growth to this apple, fled away

Into a small blew shell, the which a poor This looft Sovl, old, one and another day.

Warra bird o'erspread, and sat ftill evermore, Au lightning, which one scarce dare say he saw, Till her enclos'd child kick'd, and pick d itself a Dis to icon Kone (and better proof the law

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