Shall mourn no more as heretofore because of her ill plight; Although he see her now to be a damn'd forsaken wight. The tender Mother will own no other of all her numerous brood, But such as stand at Christ's right hand acquitted through his Blood. The pious father had now much rather his graceless son should ly In Hell with Devils, for all his evils, burning eternally. Then God most high should injury, by sparing him sustain; And doth rejoice to hear Christ's voice adjudging him to pain. Who having all both great and small, convinc'd and silenced, Did then proceed their Doom to read, and thus it uttered. Ye sinful wights, and cursed sprights, that work iniquity, Depart together from me for ever to endless Misery; Your portion take in yonder Lake, where Fire and Brimstone flameth: Suffer the smart, which your desert as it's due wages claimeth. 30 40 22 That these pale souls may come into their doom. 40 No[w] shew vain men the fruit of all Which in the end nothing but Loss did Compute your lives, and all your hours up cast, So here's the total sum of all at last. I rose up early, sat up late, to know, I toil'd to search all Science and all Art, As far as doth the Mornings shining 50 My Name into a page of Titles swell'd, Ador'd without, but shameful lusts within; I gain'd these Lordships, and this Soul I My greedy Heir now hovers o're my pelf, As full of learning as the Sun's of light; 60 Know all that Men, know all that Angels say: Write shops of Volumns, and let every Book Be fill'd with lustre as was Moses look: Go on, ambitious worms, yet, yet aspire, Lay a sure scene how you may yet rise higher : March forward, Macedonian Morn, add on 70 Gaza to Tyre, Indies to Babylon; Climb up by them to Diadems and Thy crowns are all but grass, thine was Thy captains come, and they divide the spoil. Except one heav'nly Crown crown all the rest Devils are Poutentates, and yet not blest. Sweep silver as the dust, emulate Tyre, 80 Add house to house, Pelion on Ossa build Feel your wealths pleasures only, not their smart. Except his Riches who for us was poor, Devils have nobler Treasures, yet not blest. 90 That solid and enduring Goop to find, encrease On an immortal Soul, immortal peace; R. LEWIS (DATES UNKNOWN) And brightens into Pearls the pendent Dews. The Beasts uprising, quit their leafy Beds, And to the cheerful Sun erect their Heads; All joyful rise, except the filthy Swine, 30 On obscene Litter stretch'd they snore supine: In vain the Day awakes, Sleep seals their Eyes, Till Hunger breaks the Band and bids them rise. Meanwhile the Sun with more exalted Ray. From cloudless Skies distributes riper Day; Thro' sylvan Scenes my Journey I pursue, Ten thousand Beauties rising to my View; Which kindle in my Breast poetic Flame, And bid me my Creator's Praise proclaim; Tho' my low Verse ill-suits the noble Theme. 40 |